Yesterday I worked on a shoot for a Sprint commercial, which filmed in Long Island. I was able to do this because I am currently working as an intern for the company that produced the commercial. My main duty for the day was to pick up a van, which the company had rented, at a garage in Chelsea in time to be at the Bowery Hotel at 6 a.m. in order to take some people to the set. The van was a big one, able to accommodate 15 passengers, so I had to be careful not to kill the advertising executives in my carriage to and from set. At noon I drove a seamstress home to Brooklyn and then picked up some child actors and their mothers and drove them to Long Island. For the next few hours I basically became a Wardrobe Assistant, driving around in a minivan with an Assistant Stylist from Walmart to Sports Authority and finally to a really really big mall returning clothes. For me to accurately relate how this experience made me feel would require better writing than I am willing to attempt right now. But you can fill in the blanks. The scene takes place in suburban Long Island. The sets are variously a minivan, big box stores, and a mall. The props are about two dozen very full and very heavy bags of clothes. The extras are frustrated salespeople eager to get home and ravenous holiday shoppers. The time, just before dusk to well after sunset.
This next part I really should have included earlier because it is one of the juicier elements in this story. The shoot was at an All Boys Catholic High School. In between class periods the sexually repressed youngsters would spill into the halls, sight female members of the crew, stop dead in their tracks, stare, and occasionally shout--not whisper to a friend nearby--shout, "Woah, there are Girls here!" All the women I spoke with were made understandably extremely uncomfortable by the whole thing and tried hard to stay out of the halls even while classes were in session. After school, since it was Friday, there was a dance, at which point the school and the students ceased to seem so weird. Suddenly and seemingly from nowhere there were girls around for them to dance and flirt with. Sitting in holding, which was in the cafeteria, I began to feel like I was chaperoning one of my own junior high dances, and I might at any moment have seen my eighth grade self, sweaty and tense, shuffle by. The shoot wrapped at 9 and I dropped the people back the Bowery at 10, making it a 17 work day for me. From here I picked up Rachel, Molly and Dan and took them along to return the van. We all then went out for dinner, followed by beers, for which Alexa joined us but which finally made me tired.