Update from April 30, 2001
Yesterday, I went to the casting agent
's office in the meatpacking district
at 4:30 right after mathematical physics
I was not really taking this too seriously.. until I walked in. The office was a loft space
with one wall covered completely with polaroids
of people they've cast for shows
before, the same type of polariods that they took of me-- except these people were famous. Gisele
was on the wall, in a green shirt, flashing the peace sign
to the camera. Laetitia Casta
in a mens undershirt
The casting director recognized me as I walked in, I assumed from my polaroids, because I've never met him before. I scope out the competition
-- About 10 other people are in for the castings
These are the tallest Asian
women I've ever seen.
At about 5'6, I'm almost the shortest one there. I take a look at the sign in sheet, and I am nearly the only one
with more than one name. Ahead of me in line is Mayuko
, the famous Japanese
model. Intimidating. Everybody has a strange British accent
There's a line to put the phone number of your agent
-- I just put my home phone number. They tell me it will be about a 20 minute wait, so I started figuring out a Diffusion Equation
in a bar
or slab problem for the final on Wednesday.
I visit the bathroom--- there is no mirror
or reflective surface of any type-- which could say a lot, or could say very little.
When they called my name, I went into a room with a white background, and realize it's the same room
of the photos on the wall were taken in. I stripped down to a bathing suit
and they took pictures of my front, back, sides, and face. Suddenly, the photographer whipped out a tiny digital video recorder, and started asking me questions. It was kind of wierd-- her voice sounded rather disembodied as she asked me questions like, "What's your name?" "How old are you?" "What's your nationality?" "What are your plans for this year?"
So I started going on about crew, and how I was going to give it a go at sculling flyweight
this summer, and how I wanted to make a good showing at St. Catherines
(Royal Canadian Henley) this summer. I talked about mathematics
, all while standing in a white room nearly naked.
I got out, and checked out everybody else
-- even though they're really good-looking
, they look totally like regular people
, completely unlike their pictures in Vogue
or on runways
. I didn't really feel like I belonged there.
It's rather unnerving to know that is what these people do for a living
So don't think I'm shallow, or blame me for doing this by voting it down-- you must realize that there are all sorts of people on e2 and this is what I did yesterday. It's not as if I ran over a cute puppy and laughed about it. Am I the only person who doesn't use daylogs to whine and bitch about how depressed I am, in the hopes that the cheap votes will lift me out of said depression?