Culture and country pursuits

Another day as a movie extra under my belt. This time I was one of the PM's minions. The house was magnificent and had The Man written all over it. That, and "CCTV in operation".

I was asked for another scene later this year- this time in my most glamorous evening wear. Count me in- I finally get to break in that Grecian maxi dress as seen on Samantha Cameron!  Or this black beauty from Zara?

Accessorized with my Swarowski "Bella" earrings as seen on Carrie Bradshaw!

It's such a bizarre experience though: getting dressed up ( in your own clothes) in order to play someone (you used to be). 

Then I spent another day at the manor, this time looking every bit the part, dressed in my  new chic country pursuits wardrobe. We were filming a segment of the city that played the host with the most for the festival dedicated for the rock band we're making that documentary of. I wrote the script but what I didn't expect was finding myself on the camera. 

We did 2 versions, one in our native language and one in English as the DVD is going to be distributed and sold globally. Turned out in English I'm animated, witty, funny even. In my own...not so much. I am as engaging as a loaf of moldy bread. 

The director seemed pleased with the results though, but this is the same guy who only a week ago professed his love for me... He got talking about the next project so at the end of the day I found myself invited to an intimate club gig of a band performing Jacques Brel's music.

I only had time to quickly get changed. I had no idea what to wear, but I figured in an all-black ensemble I might pass for an intellectual, cultured individual. And I suppose I did. But I sure as hell didn't feel like one. Even after the token red wine (because that's what intellectual, cultured individuals dressed in black do at intimate club gigs like that).

Turned out there's a chance culture for me is just an excuse to eat in fancy restaurants and get all dolled up so I can slag everybody else off...