Am not quite grasping the concept of a stylist. A stylist is someone who helps you get ready for three hours so you can pretend you own zillions of designer clothes that you will never wear again. A stylist is someone who helps you pretend to have your own sense of style. A stylist is someone who kills any inclination of personal panache you may have had if it's not the same as Vogue. I remember when I was younger being called the “bad stripe” because my boobs hadn't grown in yet and I guess the dress looked more flattering on someone full-figured. Just what I needed to hear as an insecure teenager, but it is so much fun. I love gossip. Because no matter how chaotic my life seems, there's someone who's really up shit creek.
I have been reading your comments and some of you have been griping that I'm boring because I'm not giving an in depth description of the life of an actress. Well. This is it, folks. This is how it is when I'm not working. I may get a call tomorrow like I did this time last year and be gone for the next seven months. But for now, it's meetings, auditions, photo shoots, a pinch of disappointment and a grain of salt.
Ok. Most embarrassing set moment: My character is meeting a criminal under duress, so I don't even look at him as I shake his hand and say, “Nice to meet you.” But something is awry. He starts laughing and I look down in horror at my hand giving him a firm how's-your-father. I froze. I didn't even let go. He was really cool about it and tried to make me feel better by saying that I could do that any time, but on a set there are thirty people around and there's no way you can live down grabbing hold of some one's dick.