yesterday, i bluffed shot my commercial. location: malibu. lighting: otherworldly. makeup: concealing. freckles, eyebrow burns & melasma begone.* my co-stars, the koi. sundown, hair-down. an entire can of hairspray for the “yoga instructor”. me!...
how should i preface this? i’m a lazy girl. i’m a vain girl. i’m a lazy, vain girl. but i’m also, dare i say….. cheap? let me explain. it’s not my nature to fork over my hard-earned cash for someone to wash my feet and hands every...
much to my surprise, and to ganesha, the hindu yoga god of success and destroyer of evils and obstacles, i was cast as yoga instructor girl in an upcoming commercial. unfortunately, i can’t get into specifics regarding the project…all very hush-hush....
today i have an audition for yoga-girl…or rather yoga~instructor~girl. should be a no-brainer. i’m a girl {woman? lady? broad? gal?} i am an instructor:….pilates, spin, barre, some yoga, very little yoga actually, but i do take yoga. sort of. let me...
i promise not to make this blog into auditiongirl.com, but some things just need to be committed to paper post. yesterday’s grocery-store mom audition was yet another episode in the twilight zone of the hollywood shuffle. by now, i have accepted the fact that...
last week’s adventures in groveling actress-land involved a last-minute {aren’t they all} audition for a fancy-nancy german car. the role called for a woman in her thirties: ✓ casual style: ✓ ethnic: {pfft, whatever?} ✓ 5’6”-5’9”: ✓ and a cute...
