Today I was photographed by Thomas Konigsthal Jr. at his studio in St-Henri. Since our goal was to capture the central image for the poster, I spent the entire day in bed. If he wasn't taking pictures of me in various supine positions, the whole lot of them (photog assistant, artistic director, project coordinator) were floating off to see the snaps, check the light, etc. I was actually obliged to remain on the air mattress and not move a limb for up to 20-30 minutes at a time.
Sweet, sweet napping ensued while George Michael crooned on the stereo.
The afternoon shoot involved me doing precarious and wacky things in a tight silver skirt and high heels. F. fed me pretzel sticks in between takes. I am half-excited, half-cringing at the prospect of seeing the photos. The quality will undoubtedly be excellent, but I hate to see myself in pictures sometimes. With my nose that looks too long. Or my mouth that looks too crooked. Or my face that looks too crinkly.
Best thing I heard today? Thomas: "Turn the clicky knob."
I love learning new lingo, don't you?
Only one more day of shooting. Must get to bed early again to avoid looking like hag tomorrow. I'm pooped from all that posing. Modelling is hard.
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