BTS – Makeup Photos from On-Set Steve Acevedo’s Short for SXSW 2010

9 09 2009
Me in the trenches...Makeup Artist -ing my way to VICTORY!

Me in the trenches...Makeup Artist -ing my way to VICTORY!

BTS - Table for Two

BTS - Table for Two

Just wrapped our first day of shooting for Steve Acevedo’s Remember our reggae night in Florida?  You never call me anymore., a short in a series debuting in the 2010 SXSW film festival.  We did a somewhat smokey eye with sultry, red lips for the sparkling Marissa (Zoe Simpson), and simply guilded the dashing visage of Alex (Ignacio Serricchio).  Here are some pics from behind the scenes.  Enjoy!

BTS - This is what it looks like.

BTS - This is what it looks like.

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Maneuvering the Post-Apocalyptic in Style

24 06 2009

So I may have mentioned my new-found love of the ghost town of Corpus, but you only heard about the boat and the beach, and – oh – there is so much more.  We spent all day Sunday roaming the streets of this seemingly forsaken city, feeling overwhelmed by the heat and the possibility.  Then we dragged poor Chelsea out into the heat, forcing her to change in a tiny inferno of a mobile dressing room, and taking her to dozens of abandoned locations to have her sit amidst trash and debris looking “broke-ass” – my favorite look of all.  Some of her high-class compatriots?

Fierce.

Oh yes, we must credit the three rotten opposum corpses – NATCH!  Graham is actually working on the photos as I write this, so hopefully I will have some to share shortly!  ALL FILM, btw – so yeah.  Rockin.





Sunken Ships, Luscious Lips, and Pure, Unadulterated Terror

22 06 2009
It was going for my ankles.  I swear.

It was going for my ankles. I swear.

We drove through open fields and open skies to the surprisingly windy coast of Corpus Christie.  Without wanting to give away one of my new favorite places, wow.  This town is almost post-apocalyptic in its level of desolation – yet it has that feel of almost being abandoned yesterday.  I just couldn’t get enough of it, and I’d really love to know the history of it (surprise, surprise…).

Our first location was a long-abandoned and half-sunken boat.  It looked like something from a Judy Garland movie, all kinds of 40’s trim and broken ghosts of once brightly colored paint, shaking off into the wind.  We dolled Jeanette up with some natural shimmer, a pair of pasties and nude underwear, draped the poor girl with plastic seaweed, and convinced her to climb onto the slippery and decrepit old boat.  Pro that she was, Jeanette didn’t miss a beat, and landed (so to speak) shot after shot.  From there we sent her climbing around the old thing, wading out into the water, and rolling around in the sand – the whole time, without a single complaint.

There was this GREAT shot that we really wanted to get of her coming up out of the engine room (almost completely underwater and very dark), but I didn’t want to ask her to climb into this potentially dangerous situation until I had scoped it out myself.  I got about two steps down – just a little over knee-deep in dark, murky water – and I squealed like a pig on fire when something squished and swept away from under my foot.  Considering all of the machinery in that room and the living creatures that we had encountered that day (squishy stair and jumping eel earlier in the day), we decided to forgo that shot for safety, and I guaran-flippin-tee you, I will be having ankle-water phobic nightmares for years to come.

Until then, I will distract myself with anticipation for the arrival of these photos – and I’ll post some as soon as I can!