Thursday, September 25, 2008
For the last few weekends I have been driving down to Marin every Friday evening for rehearsals. I am taking part in a breast cancer fundraiser fashion show that uses as models women who are survivors of breast cancer; all ages, all body types, all stages of treatment. Some of us are bald, some are stubbly, some are years out of treatment and have a full growth of hair.
I am in 3 scenes, one of which is the leather scene. Now this is not as bad as it sounds, were just talking jackets, boots, skirts, etc. My runway partner is a very spunky lady in her 60's or so. She was musing to herself "I wonder if I'll be wearing a spiked collar..." I told her no, these were just conservative, contemporary leather clothes. I asked her would she really have signed up if she thought she's be modeling a spiked collar to which her answer was an emphatic "yes! When else am I gonna get the chance?"
We had our fittings this week and by the time I got there for my appointment, she was already gone so I didn't get to see the outfit that had put together for her. When I asked about it, they said she had helped compose her ensemble and was very happy with it, calling it "equestrian slut". So as it stands we will be walking down the runway together on Saturday, the slut and the vamp.
Pictures to come after performance.