ast "summer vacation" of my young life. Seasons are no longer dictated by pauses in educational segments. What a drag.My general plans include: Form a hobby so I don't go insane, get an agent, get a job, go on auditions, book gigs, make more music, hang out with friends, repeat.
I have at least three of those things down.
The other four stress me out whenever I just think about it.
My room remains a mess. I still haven't unpacked everything yet.
I spend hours working on chords on garage band.
And then see real musicians do it better.
Also. I am taking an old people class at SVA so as to print like crazy over the summer and make shirts galore! Dan says I should sell them in Union Square to start off. I may very well do that. I remember seeing another guy doing just that and there were little white stickers with VOTE written in sharpie on them. I asked him what that was about. He said that in order to get the permit to sell there, it needed a political purpose. Hm. I guess I'm ok with that. I'll have to come up with something more clever than that though.
Friday morning at the crack of dawn I found myself sneaking out of Simone and Renee's apt in the East Village, walking 12 blocks to the F station on 2nd Ave, deciding that I'm an idiot and no F train would be coming in time to get me to Brooklyn, and taking a cab to Dumbo for a commercial shoot for Prada's new men's fragrance.
I arrived at 5:30am for $12.90 (not bad) and ate some Dunkin Donuts provided by craft services, filled out some paperwork so I can get paid, awkwardly made chit chat with the other extras. There were only 4 of us. I felt special. Sat in make-up for a minute or two while Alex, the stylist whipped out the Prada. He gave me a silk cardigan to wear before deciding against it. We did a lot of sitting around. Chris, some Suave Commercial-tressed actor reads a Hellboy comic and talks to me about a girl he used to visit to have sex with in Astoria. He had a Buick then.
hair and makeup in the back room of the deli. There was a pool table, some orange light sconces on the wall and tables with stools. Very Tennessee Williams.
The PRADA
The models:
It was supposed to be snowing. It was 60 degrees and so cold.
So it was pretty believable.
So it was pretty believable.
Deli has a sense of humor
I sat around for 5 hours and we shot for about 25 minutes and then we were wrapped. I sat at the deli counter with a coke in front of me and Chris sat next to me and we pretend-chatted as the models modeled. In front of Chris was a glass of pink lemonade and a granny smith apple.
Honestly, who gets an apple and a pink lemonade at a diner?
I sat around for 5 hours and we shot for about 25 minutes and then we were wrapped. I sat at the deli counter with a coke in front of me and Chris sat next to me and we pretend-chatted as the models modeled. In front of Chris was a glass of pink lemonade and a granny smith apple.
Honestly, who gets an apple and a pink lemonade at a diner?
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