Elyse Sewell (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} elysesewell) wrote,@ 2008-03-13 22:00:00 |
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makeup looks, designer clothes, ladypose, lunch
Oh man, my week has been a big tired blur of makeup looks, designer clothes, and ladypose, punctuated by the occasional morsel of divine Korean grindage. Tonight is the first night I've finished shooting before midnight. Tomorrow is my fourth pre-9:00am call time (6:40!). I have not laid eyes on my roommate The Canuck since Sunday (she's gone or sleeping when I get home and gone or sleeping when I leave in the morning), and have only seen Kvetchka once, when the phone rang at 7:00am yesterday. I stumbled out and answered it; no one was there. Kvetchka emerged, disheveled, from her room, a huge ringleted hairsprayed coiffure still unwashed on her head, a huge ringleted smear of makeup beneath her eyes. "Who was it?" "I don't know. They hung up." "Oh. Maybe was someone joying." She sloped back to bed.
So I'm tired. Whatevz. Want to see some makeup looks, designer clothes, ladypose and Korean meals? 'Cause that's all I got.
Note my freshly manicured nails. The client took me to a nail salon before the shoot to get my claws all filed (shudder), buffed (shiver), cuticle-trimmed (seizure), and lacquered (OK, that part was fine) with dark purple nail polish. When I arrived at the studio, the photographer took one look at the color and demanded that the makeup artist remove it. Capricious!
Milady's banchan (the side dishes that are served with every Korean meal). Clockwise from top: green beans, mat kimchi (cut cabbage kimchi), cold ham fried in egg, sweetish whole little fish (delicious), bean sprouts. Does anybody know how to make those bean sprouts in the Korean style? That shit is my favorite banchan but I never see it sold like that. Oh, also, nobody ever finishes all their banchan; in Korea so much food is wasted that household trash is separated into normal trash and leftover food, which is collected separately in separate bins and probably recycled. Soylent green is leftover banchan! It's leftover baaaaannnnchaaan!
Even Domino's gotta have banchan. This shit was cut-up gherkins. It came with a pizza to a late-nite shoot.
YSL heels with metal arch. Look at the height of that damn stiletto.
Indignity!
I don't know how this picture got in there. That blonde drag queen must have wandered off the track into the studio and picked up my camera while I wasn't looking. Oh but seriously, folks, to answer the question that's undoubtedly on everyone's lips: yes, bleached white eyebrows DO grow roots. With astonishing rapidity. And it looks grotesque.
This was the dinner delivered to the studio last night. A delivery boy brought up three huge metal boxes with those propane burners inside so we could all eat boiling hot soup. There were three different kinds: chicken, beef and tofu, all with cabbage and chili. You can also see the banchan (this was daikon radish, mat kimchi, spinach, and cubes of ham with onions), a spring onion pancake, and small metal bowls of rice.
Closeup on the beef one.
I love wigs because when I'm finished with the job, I can rip off the wig and my hair is still clean beneath instead of fossilized with half a can of Elnett. No shower for Ladypose that night.
I hope to god that you're not wearing as much makeup as I am, but if you are, here's a hot tip: I've been removing mine with baby oil after every job. Smear it all over your face and wipe off with tissues. Repeat as necessary, then get in the shower. Wash with soap, then SEA BREEZE YOURSELF when you get out. Baby oil is more thorough and gentle than anything I've ever used.
I estimate that this Loewe silk jumpsuit costs about $500. Five hundred clams to look like a total dickhead.
PS Koreans, what is hof? "A hof is a bar where they serve primarily beer and food." Thanks, tragic_and_hip.
Oh man, my week has been a big tired blur of makeup looks, designer clothes, and ladypose, punctuated by the occasional morsel of divine Korean grindage. Tonight is the first night I've finished shooting before midnight. Tomorrow is my fourth pre-9:00am call time (6:40!). I have not laid eyes on my roommate The Canuck since Sunday (she's gone or sleeping when I get home and gone or sleeping when I leave in the morning), and have only seen Kvetchka once, when the phone rang at 7:00am yesterday. I stumbled out and answered it; no one was there. Kvetchka emerged, disheveled, from her room, a huge ringleted hairsprayed coiffure still unwashed on her head, a huge ringleted smear of makeup beneath her eyes. "Who was it?" "I don't know. They hung up." "Oh. Maybe was someone joying." She sloped back to bed.
So I'm tired. Whatevz. Want to see some makeup looks, designer clothes, ladypose and Korean meals? 'Cause that's all I got.
Note my freshly manicured nails. The client took me to a nail salon before the shoot to get my claws all filed (shudder), buffed (shiver), cuticle-trimmed (seizure), and lacquered (OK, that part was fine) with dark purple nail polish. When I arrived at the studio, the photographer took one look at the color and demanded that the makeup artist remove it. Capricious!
Milady's banchan (the side dishes that are served with every Korean meal). Clockwise from top: green beans, mat kimchi (cut cabbage kimchi), cold ham fried in egg, sweetish whole little fish (delicious), bean sprouts. Does anybody know how to make those bean sprouts in the Korean style? That shit is my favorite banchan but I never see it sold like that. Oh, also, nobody ever finishes all their banchan; in Korea so much food is wasted that household trash is separated into normal trash and leftover food, which is collected separately in separate bins and probably recycled. Soylent green is leftover banchan! It's leftover baaaaannnnchaaan!
Even Domino's gotta have banchan. This shit was cut-up gherkins. It came with a pizza to a late-nite shoot.
YSL heels with metal arch. Look at the height of that damn stiletto.
Indignity!
I don't know how this picture got in there. That blonde drag queen must have wandered off the track into the studio and picked up my camera while I wasn't looking. Oh but seriously, folks, to answer the question that's undoubtedly on everyone's lips: yes, bleached white eyebrows DO grow roots. With astonishing rapidity. And it looks grotesque.
This was the dinner delivered to the studio last night. A delivery boy brought up three huge metal boxes with those propane burners inside so we could all eat boiling hot soup. There were three different kinds: chicken, beef and tofu, all with cabbage and chili. You can also see the banchan (this was daikon radish, mat kimchi, spinach, and cubes of ham with onions), a spring onion pancake, and small metal bowls of rice.
Closeup on the beef one.
I love wigs because when I'm finished with the job, I can rip off the wig and my hair is still clean beneath instead of fossilized with half a can of Elnett. No shower for Ladypose that night.
I hope to god that you're not wearing as much makeup as I am, but if you are, here's a hot tip: I've been removing mine with baby oil after every job. Smear it all over your face and wipe off with tissues. Repeat as necessary, then get in the shower. Wash with soap, then SEA BREEZE YOURSELF when you get out. Baby oil is more thorough and gentle than anything I've ever used.
I estimate that this Loewe silk jumpsuit costs about $500. Five hundred clams to look like a total dickhead.
tragic_and_hip.
