So, as previously mentioned, a friend of mine recently asked me to participate in a music video for a local band, Yours & Mine. The friend is Oscar May, a wonderful freelance photographer who I used to sing with in the church choir when we were kids. Oscar left the obscurity of our little hometown and has found great success in the big city. I hadn't seem him in years, apart from randomly bumping into him a few times over the last couple of years, on trains and at music festivals... But I thought it could be a giggle, and would certainly be an experience, so I ambled down today...
The song we were making the video for was called Crying, it's being released as the band's first single in February. I was asked to show up in "indie going-out" clothes, which left me rather stumped, with going-out make-up, too. I had a hospital appointment (damned wisdom teeth!) beforehand, so I threw some outfits and my make-up into a bag, popped on my chords and my Christmas jumper, and headed out.
When I arrived at the shoot after my appointment, everyone was super-welcoming; it was great seeing Oscar, the band were lovely, but the other girls... The other girls were lovely, don't get me wrong, but they were all so cool. You know, amazing clothes, striking faces, shaved-bits-off-the-side-of-their-heads cool. I felt like such a dweeb. I felt like I'd taken the wrong turn on the way to a Star Trek convention, and accidentally wound up at some underground secret rave in Shoreditch instead. They were all wearing their going-out clobber, as instructed, so I asked where I should go and change.
But I was told I shouldn't change. The band liked my "look", so I had lots of saline drops put in my eyes to get the 'crying' effect, and was shoved in front of the camera. So the other seven girls have been shot in their high-heels and corset tops. For my part of the video, I'm in a brown beanie and a Mrs. Weasley jumper. Awkward.
|My "look" - excuse my panda eyes|
I thought I'd removed all of the fake tears before I left, but on the way home I was stopped by several old dears to enquire whether I was alright - I got home, looked in the mirror, and realised that I was still dripping eye-drops from my very mascaraed lashes, and looked like I was weeping all over the show. Serious panda eyes.
The video's being released in February - I'll put the link up so you can all have a good old chuckle at me... Don't feel bad, I'd do the same!
So, interesting as my day was, and as friendly and welcoming as the people were, I have never felt like such a dork in my life. Being surrounded by musicians and perfectly proportioned beauties left me with a striking impression of just how nerdy I actually am. Needless to say, it was with great relief when I got home, had a cuppa with some bread and jam, and listened to my Harry Potter audiobooks. A model I am not.
Yes. Quite. And thank you Stephen Fry.