Tuesday, December 18, 2007
She lowers the lens, and all the Giraffes stare at me. One is so tall I have to arch my neck and head to look up at her eyes. This time the casting director/ photographer taking the images at the casting is a woman. It seems more men than women have this job so it is interesting to me. I sit on the stool. I wait for the photographer to adjust the lens. Lowering it, like I am cripple or something, a flaw, having to mess up her organized shooting space. I feel shorter than ever when she does finally click the camera. My turn will be over soon.
Posted by Isobella Jade at Tuesday, December 18, 2007