Two things happened today, one good and one not so good. The not so good was that I got a bit sunburned at work, in a ridiculously short space of time , while wearing a hat and standing (mostly) in the shade. A bit annoying, but nothing unusual, and my poor boss felt so bad when she saw it. Bless!
Seems that I am both cursed and blessed by my Ivory complexion (read: pasty as fuck).
Reason being, I got the DVD with my new headshots in the post today, and wowzers - I impress even myself! Now before you dismiss me as an arrogant narcissist, I normally have a pretty realistic view of how good I look. Mostly a pasty-faced 'interesting' looking type. But I'm pretty sure these photos are HOT.
Don't worry, dear readers - those of you who aren't my facebook friends and have seen them already (as if there are any of you out there...), I'll be posting my final selections.
So excited - new headshots, just under three weeks to go... the anticipation builds!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Argh! My Eyes! Or, what not to do on the day of your headshots.
So today was a rather busy day for me. After staying up late creating this masterpiece of a Blog, this morning I had to go to the optometrist to get contact lenses fitted. I've never worn them before, making do with my funky but impractical glasses.
Sadly, an up-and-coming actress can't be cast as 'funky' in every role, nor can I attempt to grande jetee across the room in a dance call with (awesome) plastic frames on my face. That being said, if you ever need to cast a dirty secretary or librarian, I'm your girl.
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. You'll find that I often do. Deal with it.
So after getting hideous orange dye dropped into my eyes and blowing Oompa Loompa out of my nose for the next half hour, I get told that I
a) have a cataract
b) have astigmatism, making it tricky to fit contacts
You might think that option (a) was the most worrying, but hey, it's a little one and it's probably been there my whole life. I need to SEE, goddammit!
Happily, the optometrist has some trial lenses handy, which she teaches me how to insert and remove, and I spend the next few minutes poking myself in the eye, pretty much on purpose. All is well, and I sally forth with my new lenses, but feeling strangely naked without my glasses and no makeup on.
Handy Hint: Glasses are amazing at hiding the fact that you have no makeup on.
Now, today I had booked a shoot for new headshots (you know, those pictures actors have that make you look more glamorous and talented than you actually are), so I decide to treat myself to some new skincare. Being of the sensitive skin persuasion, I go for a brand I've used and liked, although giving a new product a go.
Big Mistake.
Turns out, although I've had no problems in the past with this stuff, something in the special 'facial' version makes my eyes VERY irritated, red, puffy and watering. Yes, you might be saying - 'uh, you've been poking yourself in the eye with weird stuff all morning.'
I know this, but having now come home and thoroughly washed my face and eliminating the problem, I'm pretty sure it was the damn face cream.
Cut to the headshot shoot, where the photographer (who was really lovely), kept worrying that my eyes were watering. Several touchups later, I decided that the 'dewy eyed' look was going to have to do, and in the end the shots turned out really great, despite the fact that I was dripping from my face the entire time.
Good work, Miss K.
Sadly, an up-and-coming actress can't be cast as 'funky' in every role, nor can I attempt to grande jetee across the room in a dance call with (awesome) plastic frames on my face. That being said, if you ever need to cast a dirty secretary or librarian, I'm your girl.
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. You'll find that I often do. Deal with it.
So after getting hideous orange dye dropped into my eyes and blowing Oompa Loompa out of my nose for the next half hour, I get told that I
a) have a cataract
b) have astigmatism, making it tricky to fit contacts
You might think that option (a) was the most worrying, but hey, it's a little one and it's probably been there my whole life. I need to SEE, goddammit!
Happily, the optometrist has some trial lenses handy, which she teaches me how to insert and remove, and I spend the next few minutes poking myself in the eye, pretty much on purpose. All is well, and I sally forth with my new lenses, but feeling strangely naked without my glasses and no makeup on.
Handy Hint: Glasses are amazing at hiding the fact that you have no makeup on.
Now, today I had booked a shoot for new headshots (you know, those pictures actors have that make you look more glamorous and talented than you actually are), so I decide to treat myself to some new skincare. Being of the sensitive skin persuasion, I go for a brand I've used and liked, although giving a new product a go.
Big Mistake.
Turns out, although I've had no problems in the past with this stuff, something in the special 'facial' version makes my eyes VERY irritated, red, puffy and watering. Yes, you might be saying - 'uh, you've been poking yourself in the eye with weird stuff all morning.'
I know this, but having now come home and thoroughly washed my face and eliminating the problem, I'm pretty sure it was the damn face cream.
Cut to the headshot shoot, where the photographer (who was really lovely), kept worrying that my eyes were watering. Several touchups later, I decided that the 'dewy eyed' look was going to have to do, and in the end the shots turned out really great, despite the fact that I was dripping from my face the entire time.
Good work, Miss K.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Preparations, introductions... whatever.
Ok, so - I graduated from Drama School (yes, those are capital letters) a year ago, and after getting my first performing job (in CHINA... I don't wanna talk about it) I've decided to throw caution to the wind and head to London to try my luck amongst the hundreds, ok thousands, of other hopefuls trying to make their living in the performing arts.
Some may say I'm a dreamer...
Whatever, John Lennon - I'm going, and you can't stop me cos you're dead. Yes. So, before I get assassinated myself by rabid Lennon fans, I feel I must explain. Being Australian, and therefore stricken with the probably genetic desire to visit the 'Old Country', I've picked London as my base of operations from which to launch my path to ultimate Thespian Glory. I leave in approximately three weeks.
This doesn't give me a lot of time. Shit.
Luckily I'm armed with the means to obtain a coveted British Passport (cue Angelic choir), which I'll get when I arrive. My passport photos don't look too bad, which is a good sign.
Speaking of good signs, the timing of my adventure has quite unintentionally turned out to be quite Auspicious (I've got a bit superstitious from living in China). Completely by accident, the date I arrived back in Australia coincided with Chinese New Year (kung hei fat choi!), and the day I arrive in the UK is also the first day of Spring. Pretty cool huh?
I'm feeling good about this, guys! New year, new season, new LIFE!
Some may say I'm a dreamer...
Whatever, John Lennon - I'm going, and you can't stop me cos you're dead. Yes. So, before I get assassinated myself by rabid Lennon fans, I feel I must explain. Being Australian, and therefore stricken with the probably genetic desire to visit the 'Old Country', I've picked London as my base of operations from which to launch my path to ultimate Thespian Glory. I leave in approximately three weeks.
This doesn't give me a lot of time. Shit.
Luckily I'm armed with the means to obtain a coveted British Passport (cue Angelic choir), which I'll get when I arrive. My passport photos don't look too bad, which is a good sign.
Speaking of good signs, the timing of my adventure has quite unintentionally turned out to be quite Auspicious (I've got a bit superstitious from living in China). Completely by accident, the date I arrived back in Australia coincided with Chinese New Year (kung hei fat choi!), and the day I arrive in the UK is also the first day of Spring. Pretty cool huh?
I'm feeling good about this, guys! New year, new season, new LIFE!
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