BBB-good advice.
While shooting a national hair ad in Chicago on Monday:
Thanks to the asshole photographer for being a BITCHDIVA and causing me, art director extraordinaire, to battle for control of the shoot throughout the entire day.
Thanks to the wardrobe stylist who pulls evening gowns and gold jewelry when the layout is clearly showcasing patent leather and SILVER jewelry. What is wrong with this queen??? Thank Goodness we had backup wardrobe.
Thanks to the whiny hairstylist who got me snapped at by my creative director. I was then forced to snap back. Not good when the CLIENT is on set.
Thanks to the photographer's assistant who's deoderant gave out at about 2:00. We were still shooting at 7.
Thanks to the model who's face started breaking out, delaying us until 7. (But once the makeup artist got her camera ready and she hit the set, girlfriend truly made up for it. Terrific model.)
And a special Thanks to my husband who, during latenight drinks after the shoot, verbally beat my creative director's husband down for watching Flava Flav's Flavor of Love.