i'm not sure whether it was the hideous makeup i was wearing, the matching hideous clothing i'd been given by wardrobe, or the fact that there were a fair few 'real' people around who quite obviously thought the whole group of us time-warping extras were freaks - but one thing's for sure, the actual eighties were never quite as painful for me as re-living them was yesterday. the shoot was to be a ten hour call (copeable)... at monash's clayton campus (slightly less copeable, seeing as i thought it would be in the city somewhere)... starting at 5.45... in the morning. and i eventually got home at 7.45pm. it wasn't all bad though. the food was good, i got some good scenes (i had direct interaction with david wenham in one take; frances o'connor touched me on the shoulder in another - ooooh, special!), and i had my hair crimped for the first time. i also caught up with a mate i hadn't seen in two years, which was an absolute bonus. we shot two scenes - one nightclub scene using the alexander theatre foyer, and one cafe scene using wholefoods. there was a lot of waiting around, but it was almost worth it just to watch all the monash hippies saunter past us and into wholefoods, sniggering at our tragic getup, only to come back out seconds later, sheepish and snappy due to mung-bean and tofu depravation. yeah, 'the man' took over your cafe. deal with it!
found out this morning that my short story has gone progressed from meanjin's shortlist to their 'short shortlist' - so don't uncross those fingers just yet.