Last minute space arrangements. Painted backdrop. A band who wanted "demon shadows", an unconscious girl and SFX bruising. A morning grey and cloudy. A broken fuse. Coffee, coffee, coffee and cigarettes.
Did some test shots with Carmen then raced down to the Waterfront to get make-up draught sheets/pages. Bitch man at MAC said no - exclusively for MAC products. Doos. We drove back along the beachfront listening to a mix CD - Alles Is Ok, Beenkamers en Gange. Paint was peeling on the sea-facing flats, the light was dirty.
Back at the "studio" (and i use that term loosely). The sun came out, the band arrived, the light got shit, we pulled the blinds and stuck up cardboard on the windows.
The hairdresser was stuck in traffic in an old black Mustang with Jesus and Mary pictures on the ornate keys. Leather seats, midday sun and meanwhile, back at the shoot, me and the stylist burning under the hot lights.
Finally, we were all in one place. We found a semi-broken fan, i smoked half a pack of roll-y and we started shooting.
Longest day of my life (excluding any day that kidofdoom plays and time warps - Carmen, Adrianne, jy weet).My one eye is blind. Saturday: another night of shooting, this time in Ellington's, opposite Danskraal in the 'Villes. Zero light. Standing on a chair while metal heads went ape. "It's not over til you sink the black". Dear God.
