We recently wrapped a shoot for a special upcoming project 👀
And that made me think of the last shoot we did: the VLOG
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN
Shooting the vlog itself was not the scary part of this endeavour, oh no, it was the fact that we had to film in a cemetery. Now I'm not a particularly strong believer in the paranormal, but I do like to cover all of my bases, and on the off chance some pissy ghost is having a bad day I don't wanna be around for that shit.
But, there were worse things than dead people awaiting.
So we're chillen in a cemetery and Stacy and Cassidy are "location scouting." They fearlessly follow their intuition, driving us wherever their hearts desire. I write a note that intuition is key in the film business. We stop, perfect place.
They showed me how to set up equipment and trusted me to get the perfect shot.
Then, Stacy found it.
The Turd 💩
My breath caught in my throat, fearing our location scouting efforts had been thwarted I jumped backward and hid behind the sound backpack.
Stacy and Cassidy didn't miss a beat. They seemed to speak telepathically and after exchanging a knowing glance Stacy jumped into action. She gallantly grabbed the nearest twig, sprinted toward the turd 💩 and after she stuck the landing of a perfect front handspring she began to roll the poo away with ONE HAND.
Cassidy turned to me, "The camera!" She yelled.
How foolish of me. I leapt up and began to record Stacy's selfless act of heroism, being careful not to miss a beat, angle or roll. It was in that moment that I realised, perhaps the key to being a successful woman in filmmaking is not being afraid to get your hands dirty. Or maybe you shouldn't be afraid of the shit life throws at you. Either way, it takes guts to do what these ladies do.
The Turd 💩