Right. So a few of you may know that I got my start in costuming with an oddly coincidental yet completely unrelated series of short films. Much of this was owed to my design school counselors trying to find me gigs that would suit my interest in period pieces, and the fact that many period pieces produced by film schools lately seem to focus on racial issues. Whatever the case was, my first few projects as a designer ended up consisting of — and I call them by these names fondly, because I did learn a ton from every single experience — the Slavery film, the KKK film, and the Nazi film. At which point, many people looking through my portfolio were probably scratching their heads and wondering if I was one of those people with a secret psycho stash of sharp weaponry hidden behind the feather boas and tutus in my closet.
So it was with great pleasure that I was able to give an old costume a new lease on life very recently. A quick dye job done on location in school bathroom sinks, a night of artwork with the gold fabric paint pens, and the aid of three very special costumers later, Billy Joe Bob’s nightgown began its new life adorning the mother of God. As one person said, we’re either going straight to Hell or getting a pat on the back from the guys with the harps, depending on how you look at it.
Because I’ve been meaning to put together something like this for ages but was always confounded by the amount of coding involved until I discovered the fantastic gallery feature in WordPress. Yay for automation!
Am kinda nervous right now because am being considered for a project that could either be extremely cool or extremely horrific, depending on the answers I get to the questions I just sent off. New projects are always this odd waltz of carefully worded queries and compromises, testing and negotiations. And that’s before you even get to the interview portion. Especially given the low rate of these things even making it to completion in one piece. I should really just stop hitting refresh on my email and go read a book. Right. Taking my own advice.
Looks like the summer filming rush is on.
After going for months barely scraping by and anticipating a shiny new future in office administration, three emails for various projects landed in my box this past week, on top of the current feature commitment, with a vague promise of something pretty huge later this year. Go figure.
And to think, I’ve gone a whole two months without heavy caffeine and went through the miserable withdrawal process figuring I’d finally get a normal schedule sorted out. Digging up all my supplies from storage is gonna be a bitch. Eh.
This town is nuts.
And to all my wardrobe girls: Yes, this means you’ll probably be getting frantic calls from me some time in the next few weeks *g* Hopefully with salaries. Time will tell.
Here’s a USC project from early 2008. The concentration camp pajamas were rentals, but Nazi boy was pretty much pieced together and homemade. Artistic license was taken with historical accuracy for the sake of giving a quickly recognizable visual imprint since it was such a short piece. It does have something of an allegorical feel to it as a result. Given the tiny amounts of time and budget they were working with, I think the result was great. Miss Keva was on set supervising that day, since I was in the middle of another project. This would also be the project where I let her borrow my car and kit, only to have it returned with the gas cap exchanged for a large pink rock. My friends are so weird.
_Ima_ at the Doorpost Film Project site
Reposting this because the original post in my old journal was locked and got corrupted in the transfer. This is a YouTube stream of a Bollywood-style music video I wardrobed on a couple years ago. Forget safety pins when you’re working with very active barefooted dancers — these girls had to be sewn into their costumes just like back in the day. A bit hectic and stressful, but that’s par for the course. The shiny prettiness definitely helped make it up And as for the subject matter? Well, what dude’s dream doesn’t involve saving a factory full of beautiful female workers and making them into veil-clad belly-dancing vixens who like to shimmy around him? *cough*
Today shall be spent on a shopping spree of epic proportions, since I have to outfit three films by… oh, say, TONIGHT. Because producers seem to think we have money coming out of our ears and can afford to buy everything *before* we get the budget in our hands. Sigh. It’s like, I love that I’m actually being paid to make and shop for pretty things, but all the joy is sucked out of it when you’re doing it at roadrunner speed with a looming deadline. And people wonder why I end up mail-ordering most of my own clothes. And …