Did a ten-hour day doing background work for “In the
Heights.” I’m glad I did it, but man,
it’s hard on the body. Arrived before
11am. Went to wardrobe, hair, and
make-up. Hair people liked my hair the
way it was. Make-up people too. That felt good that I do some things right on
my own. The wardrobe people gave me a
t-shirt more suitable for the scene. I
was a protester at the way refugees are being treated upon arrival in this
country. But after hair, make-up, and
wardrobe, I waited all day in a cold, air-conditioned auditorium, in seats that
were hard to sleep in, before we finally shot the scene in the early
evening. It is known as “hurry up and
wait.” They fed us breakfast and snacks
(we went out for our lunch). But this
went on for about eight hours before shooting.
I felt it. I need the money and
like the film and the people I interacted with, but dayam, it was hard on my
body. I ain’t twenty no mo’.
The director was a nice man.
He seemed very fair and a people person.
When we were shooting and doing run-throughs, he and all the assistants
were good to work with.
The mob show I’m cast in lost their cinematographer due to a
personal
emergency requiring him to leave NYC, and things are on hold for the
moment. I believe he was the camera man
at the audition, and the vibes were really good. Sorry he won’t be the one I’d be working
with. I am looking forward to playing
Gina Ferrari when things are rolling again.
A Brooklyn Italian who probably voted for the orange one. I love an acting challenge. Plus the truth is that the things she says
are things most of us have unfortunately heard in our youth. Someone’s got to play that character, and I’m
glad to be cast. I hope things get
rolling again soon. It’s so much more
interesting to be a character than to be background, but I do what I have
to.
That photo shoot I had two weeks ago was pleasant to do, but I
don’t love
the results. I think she
does, but her needs were different. In
photos, I don’t love my hair. In person,
it looks silvery. In photos, it looks
white. Maybe if it didn’t have other
meaning, I’d feel differently. This one
is one of the better ones and is acceptable while small. I received it larger and saw every single
flaw. She didn’t want me to wear much
make-up and she wanted my hair the way it is because she was going for mature. I guess I have an image in my mind of how I
look and don’t easily accept the effects of aging.
It’s not just the hair; it’s the weight gain and extra chins
and warts… At
this point my best buddy
would say something like, “Great personal ad.”
And I’d say, “Call me,” and we’d both crack up.
love to CGG-M <3
