Last Friday I finished, yet another photo shoot with the most awesome Marketing Manager ever, Norah, and the whole Maidenform gang. Norah (Maidenform Marketing Manager), Beverly (Fashion Stylist), Nikki (Hair & Makeup) and Cinthia (Underwear and Lingerie Model) went to dinner last Thursday for a girls night out on the town. I am told I was among the hot topics of the night.

 

I am going to repeat and rephrase. I was a topic of conversation for a dinner among a fashion savvy group of experienced, intelligent, tasteful, classy, talented and beautiful women. How this day came, I (among others) will truly never know.

 

Cinthia also requested that I post something about her. So, I am going to tell you about the first time I met Cinthia. I was on a photo shoot for Maidenform. Actually I was not the operator, Jeff N. was the operator. However there was some confusion about what capture package they had ordered, and we needed to send over a printer, print station and server. Since Jeff is not super computer savvy... I had to bring the printer, server, and print station over, set it all up, and show Jeff and Lori how to use it. Now at this point I really didn't know the Maidenform folks well. I certainly didn't know them by name, but I would probably have recognized one or two.

 

    The freight elevator clanks to a stop on the umpteenth floor of some-random-daylight-studio. The two raspy and rugged CD&L messengers help me wheel the black Tenba computer cases off the elevator and into a tiny hallway. We roll the cases into the gigantic apartment-sized studio and see what some would refer to as an Angel standing with a camera pointed at her, wearing just a tad less than is necessary to walk around in public.

 

    "DAAAMN!" one of the messengers yells out.

 

    Instantly she spins around with a mild look of fear on her face. She darts for her robe and the room explodes. "Who the heck is in charge here? What are you guys doing here?!" a blonde spiky-haired woman with a chain of metal pins on a sash around her neck begins to yell. "You can't come barging in here! This is a lingerie shoot, it's a closed set!"

 

    "Oh jeez I'm really sorry... Guys take off, I've got it from here." I say as I tear the sheet from one of messengers hands as he stares, mouth open. I hastily write my name on the paper and push the guys back towards the elevator. I turn to the spiky-haired woman "I'm Clint, from TREC with the extra computer equipment, I'm really really sorry."

 

    "Don't apologize to me, apologize to her. I'm just here to yell in her place while she covers herself up." Beverly says.

 

    I start to unpack, the messengers take another peek as they leave. When they are gone I walk up to the Angel, "Hey. Listen I am really sorry about those guys. I should have walked in first and checked to see what was going on. I had no idea you'd be shooting when we walked in, nor even where we would walk in. I'm so very sorry."

 

    Cinthia looked me in the eyes, smiled, laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, really it's no big deal." She then walked to the changing room and changed for the next shot.

 

One thing I love about photo shoots, are the candid shots. No one, except perhaps myself, could ever get hold of these types of images. Normally they are deleted shortly after they are shot. Rarely are they ever included among the files delivered to a client. The sheer idea of people having fun while working on set would send some bosses and management types into a hysterical frenzy of destruction. Never are they published for more than the lucky few, who actually witnessed the shot being taken.

 

Except here.

 

On another note, I had a marvelous time with one of the most supercool, awesome, bestest people in the whole wide world this weekend. Once you recover from the smog inhalation, please come back. Thanks for visiting me, Careboo!