Want to know what happens when the desire to shake up your life meets living in New York?
You start taking acting lessons.
You sign up with casting agencies.
You find yourself on the set of a favorite TV network show—within three days of starting all this.
You start meeting agents and casting directors to talk about your “look” and “brand.”
You submit quick selfies to the latter to ascertain what wardrobe to bring to a set. Lesson: Buy a mirror that doesn’t bow!
That’s where I’m at right now in the craziness of my single life. Around the edges of editing work and quotidian errands, I’ve been dipping my toes into this thing called print, commercial, and film/tv work. I stared into a video camera over the weekend in front of a casting director and delivered a commercial for the first time. Then over and over while being critiqued. In front of a group of people. I call it one-part facing fear, another part enjoying the surreal, and a third part just being yourself.
So why am I doing this? Partly it’s research for the revision of that novel I wrote in Paris. Partly it’s to see a whole other side of New York. And then there’s the fact I get to meet a lot of people I’d never meet otherwise. I think there’s a danger when we get older of sticking too much to what—and who—we know. Let’s be curious instead.
It’s a strange world, this one of being called “talent” and getting your first gigs. If you don’t know it already, a lot of what you see worn in film/tv work is owned by the person wearing it. Thus, when a casting director got in touch with me yesterday about a scene in an “upscale DC social club,” I was asked to send snapshots of me wearing some wardrobe options.
Since I’ve never been in an “upscale DC social club” (anyone want to invite me), I threw on whatever I had in my closet. This post’s pics feature some results.
My wardrobe and I are fall weather lovers. That’s when we bloom. It was so much fun to play in the closet and pull out tights, long sleeves, and those wrap dresses that would stick like molasses in the heat we’ve been subjected to in NY subways.
Second, I need to wear my wrap dresses more. Much, much, much more. They really are me, aren’t they? I honestly forget that each and every time. Maybe it’s even time to add a couple more into the closet; it’s been since 2013 that I acquired a new one.
Third, my wardrobe isn’t built for film. I have too much black, too much white, and too much red—and black and white aren’t beloved by tv/film cameras. Neither is red. In fact, black, white, and red are the colors you’re asked not to wear. Thus the new Theory blazer (eBay bargain!) and those Anne Fontaine cardigans (more eBay bargains!). But, whatever. I’ll throw it all out there. Patterns and textures help, right?
I’m the sort of person who thrives on new experiences. I love learning something new. Once I absorb the anxiety of starting out, of course. But seriously, I’ve been in a funk since coming back from Paris—which you know—and diving into something new and a little bit scary is just what the doctor orders. I could do it because I had a guiding hand—a mentor of sorts—in a veteran actress. I’m not expecting the world, or to become a star. I’m thrilled by all I’ve gleaned in the past couple weeks that will have fabulous impact on my book. And it’s a breath of fresh air to experience just how cool people are, all sorts of people.
What new adventures await you? Anything fun on the calendar for this weekend?