Wednesday, February 10th, 2010
Thanks to snowverkill 2010, all of Washington D.C. has shutdown. Our own government has decided to go lounge around on tropical islands and declared the snowplow outlawed in our fair city. But I have had a fashion shoot scheduled for today since December and I was not about to change it, even if Washington is one big skating pond. So after about 30 phone calls and a mild heart attack yesterday, the wonderful army that it takes to put a seven page fashion editorial together agreed to brave the weather and go ahead with our shoot.
Things did not start well. It took one of the models 4.5 hours to drive in from Baltimore. Our stylist James was almost run over by Barack Obama’s motorcade. The museum guards were irked because we kept forgetting that hairspray and Rembrandts don’t go together. But in the end, it turned out to be one of the most fabulous shoots we have ever done. As everything at the Corcoran museum was cancelled, we had our run of the place. So we draped our models in couture gowns and just ignored the fact that the city was slowly becoming a slushy parking lot as the hours ticked by.
Frankly the photographers, stylists, models, and museum folk that I work with could have just told my shoot to go suck it and lounged about on their couches all day like the rest of this snow-fearing town. But they are tougher, more reliable, and waaay better dressed than the bureaucrats so maybe just maybe a magazine will be made this month after all!
- It takes a village. Three people on hair plus a makeup artist and two stylists for one photo. But what a photo!
- It’s nice to have enormous marble stairs to just kick it on during blizzards.
The Washington Life dream team braves the snow! We have done so many crazy photo shoots that waltzing to a museum while all government employees sat at home and counted our tax dollars didn't seem like such a big deal.
Thursday, January 28th, 2010
My BFF Amy and I are coming up on our two years of friendship anniversary, so I thought it would be very fitting to thank her. Plus tonight she gave me an eraser with the Eiffel Tower on it from Pottery Barn as a just because gift. Amazing! I love erasers. I used to collect them as a child, which is a very healthy Mayberry kind of thing to do.
Amy is a fundrasier from the sunshine state and could convince anyone on earth to give her money for anything. She could raise millions for Satan she’s so damn convincing. We agreed early on in our friendship that we could win “Amazing Race” because I will happily eat bugs and she could cajole strangers into giving us their last dime. But most of the time we are not fictionally competing in reality TV shows. In fact, the most fun I have with Amy is doing absolutely nothing.
Some of our favorite activities to partake in together are the following: practicing cheerleader moves inspired by her days as cheer captain, singing lesbian chic rock (i.e. The Indigo Girls) while stuck in traffic, discussing the Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware catalogs, choreographing dances that resemble restless leg syndrome, and eating 100 calorie snacks. Yes, these activities can keep us entertained for days.
But the most fun we had recently was our trip to ESPN Zone. We decided that testosterone packed men don’t hang out in the St. Regis tearoom and that we had to branch out and pretend to like sports bars. So to the Zone we went. After we cheered for the wrong team on ten foot screens and Amy persuaded strangers that we are adopted Inuit sisters from the midwest, we spent the rest of the night playing air hockey and shooting mini basketballs into moving nets. Yes, I was drinking whisky, and yes, it was amazing. But then again, Amy makes absolutely anything F.U.N.
We love hot rollers and hairspray! Amy and I at the Corcoran museum's fall fête where the hair was big and the dresses were small.
This is a picture of my desk in my bedroom which really serves as a display table for monogrammed items and expensive candles I refuse to burn. I have added Amy's magical eraser to my pile of prized possessions.