Friday...I can't remember much except for my meeting with my friend Celeste. We walked around 4th Ave, went in to visit my friend Daphna at Cake Lab, which is moving locations, and chatted with her and her brother a bit. They are hilarious and sweet people, a brother a sister duo, Jewish and well-traveled, idiosyncratic and intelligent. Celeste and I talked about God, relationships, verses etc. I love meeting with her. Sometimes I have a hard time motivating myself, because getting out and facing myself in the world of people who eat normal and do normal and are normal (no one) is difficult. At times.
Saturday. Oh holy cold Saturday. I worked in the morning up in Oro Valley, where the new farmer's market has made my life just a bit chillier. Although, it is a whole heck of a lot warmer than some other places in the country. I am SO blessed to live here, be making money at an outdoor market where I sell coffee of all things, and love the woman I work with. I held heat packs in my gloves and kept my hood over my beret-ed head for the whole of the morning, drank entirely too much green tea, and high-tailed it to the film set I was supposed to "appear on" from 1-4 ish...which didn't happen like that.
I showed up at the appointed place and stood outside the apartment for awhile trying to get a hold of someone. I decided to go get mints and gum across the street at Tucson Natural Food Store, and waited some more, struggling to decide whether or not to go home. I finally got a hold of Greg, and he told me they changed locations. Very unprofessional, and after crying about it for a couple minutes I drove on over, 40 minutes, to the new location.
I am very glad I went because I felt very much at home. People were milling, people were filming, an older woman, a bunch of younger guys, the director, the AD girls and sound people, and of course, on any college film set, Eegee's sat out in the open as everyone worked...or didn't in some cases.
I tried hard to memorize my "lines" and still fell VERY short. Because of that situation I KNOW for a fact that I want to receive and go over my lines at least a week in advance of the shooting and have the lines and character down before arriving to the set. Then I would like to rehearse it at least 3 times before we shoot it, at half emotion. I enjoyed the part I play on set. I ran around a little, read a little outside in the sunshine trying to warm my little body up, and ran up and down the stairs like a banshee. I told them I HAD to be done by 6:00pm (even though I thought I would be filming much earlier) and got out of there around 6:20pm.
I drove back to my apartment and got ready for my big photo shoot in Phoenix. At 5:30am the next morning, I was off. I traveled up to Glendale/Surprise and got situated. It was a thrill ride from there. Something I wasn't prepared for, and yet was so prepared it didn't phase me. I loved it. I hated it. I was present for it in my own way, and I am so glad I did it.
Heather was an amazing little mother figure. Her black knitted beret sat on her long brown, curled hair. She rouged her lips halfway through the day so she could take a few selfies with me. She stood at attention and went to find me some hot tea when I started shivering from the cold. (My muscles wouldn't stop!) And she bought me carrot juice, which I couldn't drink, but I made it ok because I was able to run to Whole Foods for a juice at the end of the day. I couldn't really believe I made it through!
The first photographer I liked a lot. His name is Jeramie Campbell and he was great. I asked him silly questions and didn't listen to the answers very well, got right in the bamboo and was trying to pose best I could. I tried to trust his thought processes and let things flow, even when my tits were hard and showing through the shirt. At one point I went to change outfits in the bathroom at the park and a homeless woman was in there with her belongings and a cart from a shopping center and she toothlessly smiled at me. I didn't really know what to do, what with my face being painted so much and my heels being higher than the hair on her chin...I warmed my boobs under one of the hand dryers and she did the same, laughing over to me.
The second photographer offered me a paying gig, but I'm not quite sure if I should take it...yes, I think I will.
The third photographer I disliked the most. He shot a lot of nudes and he was creepily "into" my hair, my eyelashes, my everything. He made a lot of noise when we shot and was very into it. "Fuck!" "Yes, that is so fucking hot." "Whenever we shoot with Scanton, we get hot!"
I was not a fan and couldn't wait to get out of the basement studio. It made me very uncomfortable, and yet it was my favorite look of the night. Maybe because I had everyone praising me, they told me they wanted to give me a standing ovation...I don't know what that means, but I tried to both battle the bigness of my head, and also accept the compliment. I think I'm still finding the line, and choosing what I want to do most. Here's a shot from the day.
Overall quite successful. I drove my friend Jordan home, she won a sewing competition and we were able to talk about everything...much needed sort of friendship time. I liked it. I had met up with her after getting some delicious blueberry green tea from inside whole foods and I was feeling wired. It was difficult to fall asleep. I made chicken broth when I got home and took a shower, then woke up at 4am and couldn't make myself go back to bed. I took a few naps today out of shear exhaustion and found out I won't have my car for awhile. I don't understand cars. They break a lot. Can't I feed it healthy food and make it run properly for the span of a human life? ah well...
I am so grateful and give all the glory to God. Praise His name and all His works. Amen.
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