Early morning of yet another rainy day in Stockholm… Getting ready for a long day of shooting. My team of talented and beautiful filmmakers: Mariana Kasses, Viviana Reverón and Elizabeth Lundén have planed and set all to perfection.
Still, not even the heavy make up can disguise a terrible fact: I haven’t had my coffee yet, and we all know how vital the black gold is to me.
Luckily, so did one of the production assistants that ran for my first big cup. No sugar, no milk, just plain black coffee, swedish style this time. Sorry, I had to check.
Now, back to life and ready to rumble. Oh my… I now realize that morning coffee makes me look like Ozzy. That has to be a good thing, I guess.
Here we are shooting one of the scenes at Sergel square, in what is known as Plattan. We tried to avoid the crowd by going early on a Saturday morning. Despite the precaution, people were gathering around at cautious distance.
Ok, I have to admit that the outfit was not exactly discrete either, but hey, isn’t a man allowed to wear his synthetic white fur during the morning when it is below zero outside?
Mariana – Director of photography – tried new interesting ways of putting Pancho’s talents to use, turning him into a human tripod… watch out girls.
The shooting went on and on and on. So did the waiting. Exhausted, Pancho and Lucia didn’t find it as exiting any longer after several hours and locations. They gave up and embarked on video games frenzy with their iPhones.
Can’t blame them though, I -myself- found my moments to chill and read about the history of Glamour, by Stephen Gundle. (Highly recommended)
Finally, once the last shoot was over, I got to rest at my “camerino” where …
ok…. I cannot explain or justify why there is a vacuum cleaner over my private parts, but I promise you will understand it when you see the video. I hope…
Looking forward to seeing the results!
I was totally paralysed. Like a deer in the headlights. It was love at first sight. Shimmery, shiny and enormous! I think I might need it. Yes…NEED is the word.
The bad part is that it’s hanging 10 meters above the ground, and it’s not for sale. I have to find a way!
If you see a guy dressed in black with a ladder and a nipper downtown Stockholm tonight, it’s not me. OK?