So I'm on a film shoot yesterday up in the Angeles National Forest,* and I somehow find myself confessing to the makeup guy that I'm a fucking wedding blogger. Not something I generally run around bragging about in meatspace.
Maybe I was going through withdrawal due to the lack of INTERNET ACCESS? I'm holding my iphone in my hand all day long, using the stopwatch and snapping continuity photos, but I can't even take a peek at twitter.
Anyhoo, beware makeup people. Even the badass tattooed ones who specialize in stab wounds and blood spatter. They're like therapist/hairdresser/snake charmers, the way they get you to confess all your secrets before you even know what's happening to you.
*I was up there all week, and it is gorgeous, just fyi.
(Photo by Where's Will?)
I know this is random but I couldn't help it. Jose Villa tweeted something that you were totally on to eons ago.
ReplyDeleteYou probably don't care (which is cool) but I thought it was cool that you were talking about it on your blog before photoshoots really blew up on the wedding blogosphere.
@Anon BWAHA.
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ReplyDeleteOoooohhhh!!! meatspace. duh.
ReplyDeleteWill we ever get the pleasure of finding out exactly what you do? I assume not, as this post confirms you are a closet blogger too, but I am oh so curious....
ReplyDeleteCome home soon, lady.
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