About a million years later, due to blog issues (read: user error), here’s part 2 to a photo shoot that happened on June 16! Never let it be said that I don’t know how to build some suspense.
OK, onto the day. I woke up pretty scared out of my britches. These were some fancy people coming to my decidedly non-fancy house.
One source of anxiety….I found out the stylist assigned to the shoot was one Annette Joseph.
Ms. Joseph looking pretty suave and in charge.
Now, for those of you who don’t troll design blogs, Annette Joseph is a big deal….like, designed Gwyneth Paltrow’s Nashville condo big deal:
Gwyneth’s condo…not bad.
Like, has a house on the Mediterranean in Italy big deal. Like, is a frequent quest on the Today show big deal
Annette hanging with Kathi Lee and Hoda.
…should I go on? I am not a big deal. I have scrambled egg pans littering my backyard from the doggie first rinse cycle. That is not very Gwyneth…that is not very Mediterranean and certainly not very Hoda.
9:00 approached and I was peering out of the blinds like some crazy hermit. I didn’t want to actually stand vigil, that would seem too eager….but I didn’t want to be caught unaware either. It’s a fine line.
Then I see it….a brand spanking new (or at least just really clean) Range Rover with Fulton plates coming up the street….he sort of overshot the driveway, so of course I think “HE’S LOST!!!!! Abort all pretense of cool and run him down in the street!!!!!”
Not me, but it could have been.
Yup, that’s what I did people. I kind of thought I was being helpful. Since he mentioned it a couple of times later in the day, I now know he was just trying to figure out where to park and thinking, “why is this girl running me down in the street?” Oh well….I never claimed I was particularly cool.
So, Rob and his assistant are now on the scene with a kajillion dollars worth of photography equipment and their big computer set up in the living room. A couple minutes later, here comes Annette and her assistant Brent with bags and bags of props.
Big-Time Mag. Photographer and Stylist
Big-Time Mag. Photoshoot Props and
Big-Time Canned Goods
Big-time relief….everyone is really really really nice and I’m not just saying that on the off chance that they might read this.
The rest of the day went smoothly and very well. I’m not allowed to share pics of what was actually being shot….it’s pretty top secret stuff, folks. I can tell you that the coffee in the French press shot was worcestshire sauce and the decorative tomatoes made some pretty tasty gazpacho.
When it came time to do live action, there was no stunt double, people. I dug deep into my theatrical training to pull of complex emotional shots such as: “girl reaching for something on the shelf” and “girl grabbing a funny cup of coffee while hugging her mug”
Not me, but it could be.
… you get the picture. I have to say, my performance was spot-on and brought a valuable poignancy to the set.
Best part of the day….portrait time! Wow….that sounded really narcissistic. It was the best part because my staff (i.e. my two dogs) got to make an appearance, and thanks to my on-staff dog handler (aka Sumner), they didn’t embarrass me.
Preparing for Close-Up with Alpha Dog Sumner
Other highlights:
Lunch at the Gypsy Queen Cuisine Lebanese Food Truck parked down the street…
Yup, I took them to a vacant lot down the street for lunch. You got a problem with that?
Dinner at Limones…never disappoints!
And last but not least:
The photographer’s website for his pug Ricky Bobby: http://rickybobbypug.com/home/ You really should click over and take a look.
All in all, a great day was had by all – well by me, anyway; I’m sure it was pretty ho hum for the mag folks.
I’m not sure exactly when my story is going to appear; I’ll probably be really quiet about it.
In other words, keep an eye out for skywriting and banners dragged (drug?) behind biplanes.
