Member the dress I had to be sliced out of with a razor blade during a quick costume change?
Here it is. With the pajamas for the second scene.
1st costume. Maggie and Quentin in the park. (He was a wonderful actor, by the way. Perfectly cast, too – he just was that guy.)
This is the dress Kyle sliced off of me.
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Here’s another view of the dress, a fuller view. I’ve just been sitting down so that’s why it’s wrinkled and bunched up.
And this is what I had to change into in 12 seconds. (Or, I should say: be changed into, since I had so much help, including, in one panicky moment, Kyle’s razor blade.)
Oh, Sheila! I LOVE these! I can see how form-fitting and hubba-hubba that dress must have been, how close that razor blade would have been to your *skin*, how deft Kyle had to be. Wow.
And that last picture is simply breathtaking. Thank you.
Oh, look at the time! The movie must be starting! ;-)
Oh, LORD. I am SO embarrassed. That was yesterday, Tracey. Oh, hell. I can’t think — something ATE my blog, you know!
mm, lovely! THANK you, sheila! i love this situational crush story.
and i meant what i said about your writing. just simply phenomenal.
Have to agree with tracey – that last pic is extraordinary.
I really need to watch you on stage. You evoke so much, even in these still frames. Amazing.
What fantastic photos!