I lost my nifty multitool. I think it fell out of my coat pocket at the club last night, which means there is a small chance it will still be there.
My brain feels like it's full, but when I think about what to write down, there's nothing really there.
Kind of a neat moment last night. Trees was giving me a back rub, and I was looking at the club, thinking "wow, this lighting looks pretty cool" when I suddenly realized that I did that-- it was my lighting that looked cool. Just a happy moment sucked from the turbo intake of exhaustion.
More production stills from last night. Some of these I hadn't even seen, since I was setting up lighting while Tony was shooting the exterior shots. Yes indeed, those exteriors were shot completely without additional lighting, just what was on the street.
If you listen closely, you can hear my sphincter tightening. Though you really should move your ear away from my ass.
Tony was okay with how it looked, and he's the important one. And there is certainly some amount of post-processing I can do to make it more visible in the end. And it's a lot about the time pressure here, so the things that we can do to overlap are good.
When we got inside, I was pretty much constantly moving lights to try and get enough light on Sasha & Kristi without lighting up the interior of the space too much. There were times that Tony had already started shooting while I was still setting lights, and my adrenaline was pretty much at peak all night.
Tonight I think we're wound even tighter. Eep.