Well, I'm home and back to normality :( Can't wait for our videos to come out on youtube....the wonderful dead-pan-Jack (our cameraman in Cannes) is on the case as we speak!
Think I over did it on the last night as I came home ILL!! Sore throat, headache, cold...etc! 2 hours sleep, flight back to London then straight back to work (the day job that funds being a poor, struggling actor) was not a good move! I should have booked at least 2 weeks recovery!
So...Miss Zara and I are no longer Cannes Virgins! What's next? Sundance methinks!
JoJo x x x
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Playing catch-up!! Jo's blog entry - posted 19/05/10
So…..where do I begin? I’ve done sooooooooooooooo much and I have to admit I’m not the best blogger in the world. Zara generally takes care of that while I sit there drinking tea (yes, I’m a true English tea drinker…in fact, I think I may have a slight addiction to the stuff)!
Yesterday was awesome…I got up feeling bright and breezy for a Q&A session with none other than the amazing Mike Leigh. Zara, who had only got to bed an hour before I was getting up didn’t look like she was gonna make it out. She still had on a full face of make-up. Clothes, bag and shoes were all over the place and she was sprawled out on her top bunk…wait for it people……NAKED!
The talk with Mike Leigh was great. Amongst other stuff he spoke in depth about the creative process his actors go through in order to create the film. I want to work with this guy…it’s fascinating how he works. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him though. He was pretty blunt at times and even told one of the photographers off for distracting him. This poor photographer was so embarrassed he didn’t lift his head up for the rest of the talk!
After the Q&A session I went to see ‘Blue Valentine’ which was FABULOUS (and that’s not only coz it has the ever-so-gorgeous Ryan Gosling in it…Ryan, I am still single and would make a fabulous wife in case you were wondering)! Then, after a few too many free…yes free…glasses of wine at the Quebec tent I headed back to the apartment to get ready for the premier of ‘Certified Copy’…the new Juliette Binnoche film. Well, what can I say…I’m almost ashamed to admit it…I left half way though the movie. I have never done this in my life, but I literally couldn’t sit through another minute of it. While the acting was great, it was painfully slow and boring. I wasn’t the only one who felt like this as people were leaving in the masses. So, if any of you out there are having trouble sleeping…get a copy of this film!
Anyways, I’m a very busy woman so have to love you and leave you now. Until next time…
Au Revoir!
Jo-Jo x x x
Yesterday was awesome…I got up feeling bright and breezy for a Q&A session with none other than the amazing Mike Leigh. Zara, who had only got to bed an hour before I was getting up didn’t look like she was gonna make it out. She still had on a full face of make-up. Clothes, bag and shoes were all over the place and she was sprawled out on her top bunk…wait for it people……NAKED!
The talk with Mike Leigh was great. Amongst other stuff he spoke in depth about the creative process his actors go through in order to create the film. I want to work with this guy…it’s fascinating how he works. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him though. He was pretty blunt at times and even told one of the photographers off for distracting him. This poor photographer was so embarrassed he didn’t lift his head up for the rest of the talk!
After the Q&A session I went to see ‘Blue Valentine’ which was FABULOUS (and that’s not only coz it has the ever-so-gorgeous Ryan Gosling in it…Ryan, I am still single and would make a fabulous wife in case you were wondering)! Then, after a few too many free…yes free…glasses of wine at the Quebec tent I headed back to the apartment to get ready for the premier of ‘Certified Copy’…the new Juliette Binnoche film. Well, what can I say…I’m almost ashamed to admit it…I left half way though the movie. I have never done this in my life, but I literally couldn’t sit through another minute of it. While the acting was great, it was painfully slow and boring. I wasn’t the only one who felt like this as people were leaving in the masses. So, if any of you out there are having trouble sleeping…get a copy of this film!
Anyways, I’m a very busy woman so have to love you and leave you now. Until next time…
Au Revoir!
Jo-Jo x x x
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
My own personal emotional rollercoaster...
Dear lord, what a day I’ve had! The highs! The lows! The middle bits!! Seriously, I’ve had such a crazy spectrum of emotions today - I’m exhausted! I woke this morning to the sounds of Jo getting up to see Mike Leigh speak at the British Pavilion - I think she took one look at me and wrote me off completely - I wasn’t human this morning. Messy doesn’t even cover it. Unfortunately, it was at this time that disaster struck. Our hotel room needs the key to close the door properly (I know, weird huh? Europeans.) so Jo chirpily said ‘Don’t forget to lock the door behind me as I leave’ before prancing disgustingly cheerfully out the door. I, of course, mumbled something, snorted and turned over.
AND LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED!! NOT JUST UNLOCKED - OPEN!! WIDE OPEN!!! FOR 2 HOURS!!
I’m lucky I wasn’t killed in my sleep! To be honest, the way I felt when I woke up made me wish that I had been (wine + champagne x 20 over 8 hours = uuuuurrrrrrggggg……)
But the worst part is that it appears that while I was blissfully snoozing away, someone CAME INTO OUR APARTMENT AND STOLE MY IPHONE!!!! And the charger - these thieves are no fools!
I’M PHONELESS!!! IN CANNES!!! WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST CUT OFF MY OXYGEN SUPPLY?!?! TAKE MY LIVER!! TAKE MY KIDNEYS!! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!!!! IT HAS MY LIFE ON IT!!!!
So many contacts. Phone numbers. Emails. Gone.
I could cry. I really could.
So now I’m incontactable. In Cannes.
This. Is. A. Disaster.
I managed to scrap myself together in order to go to my lunch meeting with a friend from PR agency DDA at Long Beach Restaurant and then on to the British Pavilion to see our BFI contact as I knew he would have been trying to get in touch with me. He’s so lovely. Turns out I had even more reason to love him - he’d managed to score me a ticket to one of the hottest premieres of the festival!! The much coveted, much feted Stephen Frears production of Tamara Drewe, starring the actress of 2010 Gemma Arterton!! It was like a drug deal. He palmed me something and told me slyly to slip it into my bag. Then I ruined the coolness of the moment by hugging him (he's 6 foot 7 - I'm 5 foot 4. It was an awkward moment).
Then, I panicked. It started in an hour and a half and I wasn’t dressed for a premiere!!! I only had the vintage dress we’d bought in our ‘perfect Cannes outfit for under £50’!! I said a breathless goodbye (and thank you - my mamma raised me polite) to Nick and rushed off into the setting sun, hustling down La Croisette desperate to find a cab, get back to the apartment and jzoosh myself appropriately for my red carpet appearance and be back, striding down that red carpet, all withing an hour!
Yeah, that didn’t really work.
Picture me running (ok, it was more of a totter - I was in my Kurt Geiger heels!) down the main stretch of Cannes, madly waving at every moving vehicle and swearing violently under my breath at each one that didn’t stop. For 35 minutes. I finally had to admit defeat. I wasn’t going to be able to get home, wasn’t going to be able to change, wasn't going to be able to glam myself appropriately. And I was, in fact, sweatier and less attractive than I was when I set out from the British Pavilion over 40 minutes ago. Bloody marvellous.
I took stock. I had my £12 light blue silk vintage dress and a pencil of black eyeliner. I inhaled a deep breath and strode off in search of a bathroom.
I battled, I cursed, I sprayed water in my hair and let it dry upside down. I stroked, and smudged, and smeared.
I looked like a mad woman. A woman possessed. Other women coming and going in the bathroom looked on with equal measures of amusement and distaste. I was the woman I never wanted to be. The bathroom jzoosher.
But a fearful 15 minutes later I strode out, transformed (relatively speaking). I was ready.
And guess what?? I actually got papped by more cameras than when I was in my full evening gown two nights ago! I got asked where my dress was from (I lied through my teeth of course - ‘oh, this old thing? Hmmm….I think I got this positively years ago at Dior…or was it Givenchy? I can’t possibly remember my dears!’)
…..course, they might just have papped me for the ‘Worst Dressed’ photo montage in OK Magazine…..
Regardless, I was there. I strode down the red carpet fearlessly, head held high with an smile plastered on my face that hinted toward lunacy (I hope I pulled off eccentricity instead - much more glam).
Keep tuned to You Tube (yes we will get something new posted on there! I’m on a mission today) for my review of T.D. as well as a few other amusing bits and bobs we’ve managed to film over out crazy, mad week here in Cannes!
I can’t believe we’re going home tomorrow. I might cry.
Lots of love, panicked bathroom moments, red carpet victories and flashes of paparazzi photographers,
Zxxx
AND LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED!! NOT JUST UNLOCKED - OPEN!! WIDE OPEN!!! FOR 2 HOURS!!
I’m lucky I wasn’t killed in my sleep! To be honest, the way I felt when I woke up made me wish that I had been (wine + champagne x 20 over 8 hours = uuuuurrrrrrggggg……)
But the worst part is that it appears that while I was blissfully snoozing away, someone CAME INTO OUR APARTMENT AND STOLE MY IPHONE!!!! And the charger - these thieves are no fools!
I’M PHONELESS!!! IN CANNES!!! WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST CUT OFF MY OXYGEN SUPPLY?!?! TAKE MY LIVER!! TAKE MY KIDNEYS!! JUST GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!!!! IT HAS MY LIFE ON IT!!!!
So many contacts. Phone numbers. Emails. Gone.
I could cry. I really could.
So now I’m incontactable. In Cannes.
This. Is. A. Disaster.
I managed to scrap myself together in order to go to my lunch meeting with a friend from PR agency DDA at Long Beach Restaurant and then on to the British Pavilion to see our BFI contact as I knew he would have been trying to get in touch with me. He’s so lovely. Turns out I had even more reason to love him - he’d managed to score me a ticket to one of the hottest premieres of the festival!! The much coveted, much feted Stephen Frears production of Tamara Drewe, starring the actress of 2010 Gemma Arterton!! It was like a drug deal. He palmed me something and told me slyly to slip it into my bag. Then I ruined the coolness of the moment by hugging him (he's 6 foot 7 - I'm 5 foot 4. It was an awkward moment).
Then, I panicked. It started in an hour and a half and I wasn’t dressed for a premiere!!! I only had the vintage dress we’d bought in our ‘perfect Cannes outfit for under £50’!! I said a breathless goodbye (and thank you - my mamma raised me polite) to Nick and rushed off into the setting sun, hustling down La Croisette desperate to find a cab, get back to the apartment and jzoosh myself appropriately for my red carpet appearance and be back, striding down that red carpet, all withing an hour!
Yeah, that didn’t really work.
Picture me running (ok, it was more of a totter - I was in my Kurt Geiger heels!) down the main stretch of Cannes, madly waving at every moving vehicle and swearing violently under my breath at each one that didn’t stop. For 35 minutes. I finally had to admit defeat. I wasn’t going to be able to get home, wasn’t going to be able to change, wasn't going to be able to glam myself appropriately. And I was, in fact, sweatier and less attractive than I was when I set out from the British Pavilion over 40 minutes ago. Bloody marvellous.
I took stock. I had my £12 light blue silk vintage dress and a pencil of black eyeliner. I inhaled a deep breath and strode off in search of a bathroom.
I battled, I cursed, I sprayed water in my hair and let it dry upside down. I stroked, and smudged, and smeared.
I looked like a mad woman. A woman possessed. Other women coming and going in the bathroom looked on with equal measures of amusement and distaste. I was the woman I never wanted to be. The bathroom jzoosher.
But a fearful 15 minutes later I strode out, transformed (relatively speaking). I was ready.
And guess what?? I actually got papped by more cameras than when I was in my full evening gown two nights ago! I got asked where my dress was from (I lied through my teeth of course - ‘oh, this old thing? Hmmm….I think I got this positively years ago at Dior…or was it Givenchy? I can’t possibly remember my dears!’)
…..course, they might just have papped me for the ‘Worst Dressed’ photo montage in OK Magazine…..
Regardless, I was there. I strode down the red carpet fearlessly, head held high with an smile plastered on my face that hinted toward lunacy (I hope I pulled off eccentricity instead - much more glam).
Keep tuned to You Tube (yes we will get something new posted on there! I’m on a mission today) for my review of T.D. as well as a few other amusing bits and bobs we’ve managed to film over out crazy, mad week here in Cannes!
I can’t believe we’re going home tomorrow. I might cry.
Lots of love, panicked bathroom moments, red carpet victories and flashes of paparazzi photographers,
Zxxx
Monday, 17 May 2010
Cannes, Wall Street and the money that never sleeps (posted 15/05/2010)
Ok, so today was fairly eventful!
After flying ever so glamourously via Easyjet into Nice (simultaneusly being told off for taking photos while the plane was taking off - IT WAS TAXI-ING ONTO THE RUNWAY! WE WERE GOING A GRAND TOTAL OF 3 MILES AN HOUR!!!) we then proceeded to travel by private carriage (read here public bus - soooo maaaany screaming kiiiiiids!!) and took us into Cannes.
Cannes. It's beautiful. A mix of the French Riviera with subtle aspects of provincial Italy thrown into the mix. We will do well here. Here we shall prosper.
Our producer friend Jack (forever onward to be known as Deadpan Jack - see YouTube for explanation) picked us up from the centre of town and took us to our apartment in the Cannes Beach Hotel. While small, it is perfectly formed and best of all......
WE HAVE BUNK BEDS!!! HOW 5TH GRADE SCHOOL CAMP IS THAT?!?!
Jo lost at scissor, paper, rock and so has to make do with the bottom bed (which everyone knows is a death trap) while I luxuriate in the splendiferous top (best) bunk.
After jzshoosing ourselves briefly we headed back into town to meet our date with destiny. Ok, not quite but we went in to pick up our accreditation (nothing like a special pass swinging around your neck to make a girl feel special. Ahhhhhhh, elitism. How we love you.) before tottering over to the British Pavilion where our contact at the British Film Insititute waited in hot anticipation to meet these two soon-to-be-famous young actresses.
....that's us by the way...just in case you didn't get that......
Nick was lovely and showed us about town, giving us the down-low on everything that the Virgins would need to know about what goes on here in the big C-town. After a cheeky cocktail (ok, it had a few friends) we hustled back to our abode in order to jzshoosh ourselves further (I know, how can you improve on perfection?!) before heading out in all our evening dressed fabulousness to go see Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps!!! Michael Douglas!! Carey Mulligan!!! That guy from The Goonies and that other guy.....you know the one.....was in that movie with Harrison Ford.....his name means 'Shia the Beef' in french.....yeah, that guy!!!!
EXCITEMENT!!!!
Stay tuned (both to the blog and YouTube) for our reviews and further cocktail-fuelled mayhem!!!
Lots of love, VIP passes, champagne cocktails, white beaches and GORGEOUS men!!!!
Zara and Jo xxx
After flying ever so glamourously via Easyjet into Nice (simultaneusly being told off for taking photos while the plane was taking off - IT WAS TAXI-ING ONTO THE RUNWAY! WE WERE GOING A GRAND TOTAL OF 3 MILES AN HOUR!!!) we then proceeded to travel by private carriage (read here public bus - soooo maaaany screaming kiiiiiids!!) and took us into Cannes.
Cannes. It's beautiful. A mix of the French Riviera with subtle aspects of provincial Italy thrown into the mix. We will do well here. Here we shall prosper.
Our producer friend Jack (forever onward to be known as Deadpan Jack - see YouTube for explanation) picked us up from the centre of town and took us to our apartment in the Cannes Beach Hotel. While small, it is perfectly formed and best of all......
WE HAVE BUNK BEDS!!! HOW 5TH GRADE SCHOOL CAMP IS THAT?!?!
Jo lost at scissor, paper, rock and so has to make do with the bottom bed (which everyone knows is a death trap) while I luxuriate in the splendiferous top (best) bunk.
After jzshoosing ourselves briefly we headed back into town to meet our date with destiny. Ok, not quite but we went in to pick up our accreditation (nothing like a special pass swinging around your neck to make a girl feel special. Ahhhhhhh, elitism. How we love you.) before tottering over to the British Pavilion where our contact at the British Film Insititute waited in hot anticipation to meet these two soon-to-be-famous young actresses.
....that's us by the way...just in case you didn't get that......
Nick was lovely and showed us about town, giving us the down-low on everything that the Virgins would need to know about what goes on here in the big C-town. After a cheeky cocktail (ok, it had a few friends) we hustled back to our abode in order to jzshoosh ourselves further (I know, how can you improve on perfection?!) before heading out in all our evening dressed fabulousness to go see Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps!!! Michael Douglas!! Carey Mulligan!!! That guy from The Goonies and that other guy.....you know the one.....was in that movie with Harrison Ford.....his name means 'Shia the Beef' in french.....yeah, that guy!!!!
EXCITEMENT!!!!
Stay tuned (both to the blog and YouTube) for our reviews and further cocktail-fuelled mayhem!!!
Lots of love, VIP passes, champagne cocktails, white beaches and GORGEOUS men!!!!
Zara and Jo xxx
Nooooooo! (posted 15/05/2010 - Gatwick Airport)
Ok, after my disasterous day yesterday came the most crushing news of all - my shoes, my beautiful Marc Jacobs wedges with the bow detailing - are TRAPPED at the shoe repair place!!! Or as I like to call it, my cobblers.
THIS IS A DISASTER!!! My own personal earthquake/plague/hurricane Katrina (relatively speaking).
So, I'm doing the only thing a girl can do in this situation - I've made my way (Jo in tow) to Kurt Geiger at duty free and am proceeding to SHOP THE CRAP OUT OF THE PLACE!!!!!!
Am considering forming a military coup in order to run away with everything but have mananged to hold myself in check and am walking away with a restrained (again, relatively speaking) two pairs of new sky high heels.
I am now at peace.
Jo and I are now at Gate 4, Gatwick airport, PREPARING TO BOARD OUR FLIGHT TO CANNES!!!!
Life is goooooood.
Standby for Cannes updates blog babies - they'll be coming in hot and heavy from now on!!!
Lots of love, maxed out credit cards, boarding passes and fab red leather passport holders,
Zara and Jo xxx
An Explanation and Apology
For reasons completely and bamboozlingly unknown to us, we haven't been able to load any blog entries from our phones (iPhone!! I LOVE YOU?!?! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO HURT SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU SO????????) so we have a bit of a back catalogue of posts!
I know that you love us, despite our rather pitiful excuses and technological skillzzzzz.
So, onwards! To the (very overdue) Cannes Day 1 post!!!
I know that you love us, despite our rather pitiful excuses and technological skillzzzzz.
So, onwards! To the (very overdue) Cannes Day 1 post!!!
Friday, 14 May 2010
Holy Crap.
Jaysus F Christo.
See that pile of rags and fluff on the floor?? Yeah. That's me.
A truly EPIC day that went off the Shit-tastic richter scale.
Firstly, our camera fell through. Disaster. Then, it was going to cost us £1400 to get another one for the week (ok, so we'd get £1k of that back but DO YOU PEOPLE THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?! WE'RE ACTRESSES!! BUMS ON THE STREET GIVE US THEIR CHANGE!!!) We managed to sort that out by borrowing a Producer-friend's camera but would still need to source a handheld microphone so that you lovely people could hear whatever drivel we manage to come up with over the next 5 days.
So off I skipped, merrily into the depths of Soho, on a quest to find our voice-recording-apparatus.
It did not go well.
I was, I have to add, hampered considerably by the fact I was wearing little shorts and sky-high stilettos (appropriate workwear?! What's that??)
I managed to ring the bell of the wrong door, was let in by a kind young gentleman who took pity on my ramblings as I proceeded to have a complete mental blank of the production company's name and every other pertinent piece of information ('erm....are you John? I'm renting a microphone from him....well not from him...his friend George...but George said that John would have it....I'm looking for Mental Media....or Mangled Media.....Are you John???? '), climbed three flights of stairs (in the killer heels!), only to find I was in the wrong building and my iPhone was out of battery.
I must have looked truly pathetic as Lee (THANK YOU LEE!!!!) let me into his place of business to use his charger.
Turns out, his place of business was a live adult phone chat service provider. There was a bed in the back room and everything!! But he was so lovely and we had a great chat. Turns out he, like me, is working to finance his other life as a cameraman/filmmaker/comedic performer. Anyway, he's promised to follow the blog/YouTube etc and may even have some work for me down the line (get your mind out of the gutter people - he's putting together a comedy sketch show and might need actresses. Jeez.) So that was a (very) unexpected bonus.
After managing to find the right door, I managed to pick up my microphone only to find that John had failed to tell George (confused yet??) that I also needed a jack conversion lead. So with 10 minutes before the shops closed, I raced downstairs (another three flights), into a cab and to the nearest Maplins to buy a lead. Only, my cab driver was AN IDIOT and instead of taking me to Maplins took me to PC World which DON'T stock the leads.
I broke people. I'm not proud of it. I was standing in the middle of PC World clutching a now-redundant (and not inexpensive) handheld microphone, surrounded by well intentioned but to all intents and purposes completely useless PC World employees, very close to tears.
My eyes welled. Makeup was threatened.
I trudged out thinking. That's it then. It's all over. The Diaries are dead.
Then a phone call.
John had found a lead!! Could I come back???
So onwards I walked, purpose refreshed, back to Soho (still in the killer heels might I add), victory glowing maniacally in my eyes.
I've now trudged back to work (practically crippled, crawling through the door) to finish uploading our bits and bobs onto YouTube.
Breathing deeply, working through the pain and thinking of sun, sand, celebs, and the BIGGEST GIN AND TONIC THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!
YouTube postings immanent peoples! Check it out!!
Lots of love, blisters, band aids and backaches
Zxx
See that pile of rags and fluff on the floor?? Yeah. That's me.
A truly EPIC day that went off the Shit-tastic richter scale.
Firstly, our camera fell through. Disaster. Then, it was going to cost us £1400 to get another one for the week (ok, so we'd get £1k of that back but DO YOU PEOPLE THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?! WE'RE ACTRESSES!! BUMS ON THE STREET GIVE US THEIR CHANGE!!!) We managed to sort that out by borrowing a Producer-friend's camera but would still need to source a handheld microphone so that you lovely people could hear whatever drivel we manage to come up with over the next 5 days.
So off I skipped, merrily into the depths of Soho, on a quest to find our voice-recording-apparatus.
It did not go well.
I was, I have to add, hampered considerably by the fact I was wearing little shorts and sky-high stilettos (appropriate workwear?! What's that??)
I managed to ring the bell of the wrong door, was let in by a kind young gentleman who took pity on my ramblings as I proceeded to have a complete mental blank of the production company's name and every other pertinent piece of information ('erm....are you John? I'm renting a microphone from him....well not from him...his friend George...but George said that John would have it....I'm looking for Mental Media....or Mangled Media.....Are you John???? '), climbed three flights of stairs (in the killer heels!), only to find I was in the wrong building and my iPhone was out of battery.
I must have looked truly pathetic as Lee (THANK YOU LEE!!!!) let me into his place of business to use his charger.
Turns out, his place of business was a live adult phone chat service provider. There was a bed in the back room and everything!! But he was so lovely and we had a great chat. Turns out he, like me, is working to finance his other life as a cameraman/filmmaker/comedic performer. Anyway, he's promised to follow the blog/YouTube etc and may even have some work for me down the line (get your mind out of the gutter people - he's putting together a comedy sketch show and might need actresses. Jeez.) So that was a (very) unexpected bonus.
After managing to find the right door, I managed to pick up my microphone only to find that John had failed to tell George (confused yet??) that I also needed a jack conversion lead. So with 10 minutes before the shops closed, I raced downstairs (another three flights), into a cab and to the nearest Maplins to buy a lead. Only, my cab driver was AN IDIOT and instead of taking me to Maplins took me to PC World which DON'T stock the leads.
I broke people. I'm not proud of it. I was standing in the middle of PC World clutching a now-redundant (and not inexpensive) handheld microphone, surrounded by well intentioned but to all intents and purposes completely useless PC World employees, very close to tears.
My eyes welled. Makeup was threatened.
I trudged out thinking. That's it then. It's all over. The Diaries are dead.
Then a phone call.
John had found a lead!! Could I come back???
So onwards I walked, purpose refreshed, back to Soho (still in the killer heels might I add), victory glowing maniacally in my eyes.
I've now trudged back to work (practically crippled, crawling through the door) to finish uploading our bits and bobs onto YouTube.
Breathing deeply, working through the pain and thinking of sun, sand, celebs, and the BIGGEST GIN AND TONIC THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!
YouTube postings immanent peoples! Check it out!!
Lots of love, blisters, band aids and backaches
Zxx
Thursday, 13 May 2010
RED CARPET
Trying to swallow down the rising disappointment that is stuck in my throat.....need....to....chill.......woooosaaaaahhhh......deep breaths....
So, I've just got a text from a publicist friend who has asked oh so nonchalantly - are you free for the red carpet premiere of Tournee tonight?
YES I'M FREE!!! I'M JUST IN THE WRONG SODDING COUNTRY!!!!!!!
SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD!!!!!!!!
Taking a deep breath, building a bridge.....ok....I'm back.
There'll be other red carpet events, won't there? ........WON'T THERE?! Jaysus. I hope so!!!
SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Making high pitched squealing noises in the back of my throat that only I and small yapping dogs can hear.
Yep. I'm THAT excited.
Lots of love, red carpets, demure hand waving and slightly over the top red-carpet-posing,
Zxx
So, I've just got a text from a publicist friend who has asked oh so nonchalantly - are you free for the red carpet premiere of Tournee tonight?
YES I'M FREE!!! I'M JUST IN THE WRONG SODDING COUNTRY!!!!!!!
SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD SOD!!!!!!!!
Taking a deep breath, building a bridge.....ok....I'm back.
There'll be other red carpet events, won't there? ........WON'T THERE?! Jaysus. I hope so!!!
SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Making high pitched squealing noises in the back of my throat that only I and small yapping dogs can hear.
Yep. I'm THAT excited.
Lots of love, red carpets, demure hand waving and slightly over the top red-carpet-posing,
Zxx
YOUTUBE!!!
We have our YouTube channel!!
http://www.youtube.com/user/CannesVirginDiaries
This is where we will be posting the majority of our footage so please, please, PLEASE subscribe to it!
Of course, it doesn't actually have anything on it yet but that is just a trivial detail - our first episode will be on there in the next 48 hours (she says quivering with excitement/exhaustion/just a hint of delirium).
Thanks for all your support!
Love, kisses, firm handshakes and manly pats on the back,
Zxx
http://www.youtube.com/user/CannesVirginDiaries
This is where we will be posting the majority of our footage so please, please, PLEASE subscribe to it!
Of course, it doesn't actually have anything on it yet but that is just a trivial detail - our first episode will be on there in the next 48 hours (she says quivering with excitement/exhaustion/just a hint of delirium).
Thanks for all your support!
Love, kisses, firm handshakes and manly pats on the back,
Zxx
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
My bum hurts.
You heard me.
My bum hurts.
I've been sitting in this editing chair for the last 3 hours (it's now 9.30pm) and it appears that while the left cheek has fallen asleep, the right cheek has taken up all the left over feeling. The upshot is I'M IN PAIN! AND STILL AT WORK! AND HUNGRY! AND A LITTLE TIRED! AND MY THROAT IS A BIT DRY! I THINK I MIGHT GO GET A GLASS OF WATER OR POSSIBLY A CUP OF TEA! I THINK THAT MIGHT HELP! OTHERWISE I'LL GO BUY SOME SOOTHERS!
......I tend to over-capitilise when I'm tired.......Sorry.
Anyways, I've been sitting here doing my darndest to cut together our footage from Saturday into something that resembles a 4-5 minute programme.
I think you know how that turned out....
It looks as if Frankenstein-the-Editor went batshit crazy on our footage's ass and lasts about 25 minutes.....yep.
So I cried 'HELP ME!!! I'm just a helpless, innocent blonde actress with little to no editing training! Oh, won't somebody help me??' *glares suggestively around newsroom*
In the end, Nigel the Editor bravely stepped forward and is attempting to resurrect our first episode as we speak. He must have some seriously foul karma to be stuck with this.
Keep your fingers crossed blog babies! Hopefully we'll have something to show you soon!
In the meantime, entertain yourselves with some pictures from last Saturday's shoot!
The Cannes Virgins - Me (right) and Jo (left)
Even our cameraman Johnny got in on the vintage act!
Johnny and Jo bond over their joint love of some super stylin' vintage!
Yours truly with the Diary and vintage finds!
Good times.
Stay tuned O ye of the blog-following persuasion!
Lots of love, bunnies and other small woodland creatures of a huggable nature,
Zxx
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
AHAHAHAHA!
Am watching the rushes of what we shot on Saturday and we are HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!
Don't want to ruin it for you but it's pretty funny stuff!
Stay tuned!!
Zxx
Don't want to ruin it for you but it's pretty funny stuff!
Stay tuned!!
Zxx
Episode 1
IT'S ALMOST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Episode 1 is finally getting ingested into our editing programme and we should have something to show you within the next day!! EXCITEMENT!!!
Of course, I didn't actually say that what we'd have to show you would be any good. Just that we'd have something.
...after all, it is us....
But we're excited regardless! Saturday, as Jo said, went REALLY well!! Despite London giving us yet another superb spring day (read here: gray and just rainy enough to make my hair go 'PHOOF!'), we managed to shoot some really fun stuff!!
So stay tuned! We'll be posting something here VERY SOON!!!!!!!
Lots of love hugs, kisses and machines that go 'BING!'
Zxx
Episode 1 is finally getting ingested into our editing programme and we should have something to show you within the next day!! EXCITEMENT!!!
Of course, I didn't actually say that what we'd have to show you would be any good. Just that we'd have something.
...after all, it is us....
But we're excited regardless! Saturday, as Jo said, went REALLY well!! Despite London giving us yet another superb spring day (read here: gray and just rainy enough to make my hair go 'PHOOF!'), we managed to shoot some really fun stuff!!
So stay tuned! We'll be posting something here VERY SOON!!!!!!!
Lots of love hugs, kisses and machines that go 'BING!'
Zxx
Saturday, 8 May 2010
First Episode Done :)
So firstly I would like to say WELL DONE to the lovely Zara for not having a nervous breakdown last night. I was starting to get concerned yesterday when she phoned and wasn't breathing!! Zara also did an amazing job in finding us an awsome Cameraman/Director....Johnny. Thankyou Johnny, you were a star and I loved working with you.
So first episode was filmed today and I had soooooooooo much fun! We accomplished our task with flying colours...surprisingly actually as I thought we had no hope what-so-ever.
Can't wait for you guys to see it :)
One week today and we'll be in Cannes! I'm counting down the days...
Jo x
So first episode was filmed today and I had soooooooooo much fun! We accomplished our task with flying colours...surprisingly actually as I thought we had no hope what-so-ever.
Can't wait for you guys to see it :)
One week today and we'll be in Cannes! I'm counting down the days...
Jo x
Friday, 7 May 2010
YIKES!!!
Ok people, hold on to your hats. This is actually hard to write because I am suffering from A MINOR STRESS-INDUCED HEART ATTACK!!
We may have a small issue with the cameras tomorrow.
This means.....oh god......I can barely get the words out......WE MAY HAVE TO POSTPONE OUR SHOPPING SHOOT!!! *gasp*
I know. Try to keep the tears in. It's so hard to be strong at times like this.
Needless to say, Jo and I are doing our darndest to keep this thing cooking for tomorrow (I believe our master plan is to still meet at the arranged call-time, have a coffee, possibly cry, perchance even wail, and then slap each other briskly across the cheek, tell each other to man up and get back on our collective ponies just in time to cobble together an even better plan. One that will work.)
....of course we might be so jived up on caffeine that we will just descend into utter mayhem, shrieking through the streets 'ARE YOU A CAMERAMAN?!' and shaking little old ladies walking their dogs yelling 'DO YOU HAVE A CAMERA WE CAN BORROW?!'.
Tourists beware. If you see two young things hurtling towards you, we are possibly trying to mug you for your Panasonic camcorder circa 1994.
Yes. We're that desperate.
We may have a small issue with the cameras tomorrow.
This means.....oh god......I can barely get the words out......WE MAY HAVE TO POSTPONE OUR SHOPPING SHOOT!!! *gasp*
I know. Try to keep the tears in. It's so hard to be strong at times like this.
Needless to say, Jo and I are doing our darndest to keep this thing cooking for tomorrow (I believe our master plan is to still meet at the arranged call-time, have a coffee, possibly cry, perchance even wail, and then slap each other briskly across the cheek, tell each other to man up and get back on our collective ponies just in time to cobble together an even better plan. One that will work.)
....of course we might be so jived up on caffeine that we will just descend into utter mayhem, shrieking through the streets 'ARE YOU A CAMERAMAN?!' and shaking little old ladies walking their dogs yelling 'DO YOU HAVE A CAMERA WE CAN BORROW?!'.
Tourists beware. If you see two young things hurtling towards you, we are possibly trying to mug you for your Panasonic camcorder circa 1994.
Yes. We're that desperate.
EXCITEMENT
Well blog bunnies! Tomorrow is our first day of filming for Diaries of a Cannes Virgin and WE COULD NOT BE MORE EXCITED....well we could but it would probably be inappropriate and actually quite messy too now that we think about it.
So we'll just stick to our mild but adequate excitement levels for the time being.
Our first episode will be a preshoot in London. The aim: to find the perfect Cannes outfit, head to toe, accessories to accoutrements, all for UNDER £50*! HA!! We laugh in the face of designer prices!!! We mock overpriced goods of a nature that make us drool into our foamy grande orange mocha frappacinos!!
We are convinced that we can find an outfit each that will fool even the most design-saavy of celebrities and publicists into believing that not only are we bedecked in the latest fashions but that as a direct result we must be 'Somebodies'.
Don't believe us?? Well, you'll just have to wait and see!!
And in the meantime, if you have any suggestions about where we should go, tips on where bargains reside, shrouded in secrecy and accessible only by secret handshake - don't remain silent!! Cry out 'We know!! We have the info!! AND WE KNOW THE SECRET HANDSHAKE!!!' Leave a comment for us and we'll do our best to fit it in (thanking you on air in the process)!!
Lots of love and kisses and air high fives,
Zara and Jo xx
*Primark has been disqualified as a source for moral reasons and because that would make it far too easy.
So we'll just stick to our mild but adequate excitement levels for the time being.
Our first episode will be a preshoot in London. The aim: to find the perfect Cannes outfit, head to toe, accessories to accoutrements, all for UNDER £50*! HA!! We laugh in the face of designer prices!!! We mock overpriced goods of a nature that make us drool into our foamy grande orange mocha frappacinos!!
We are convinced that we can find an outfit each that will fool even the most design-saavy of celebrities and publicists into believing that not only are we bedecked in the latest fashions but that as a direct result we must be 'Somebodies'.
Don't believe us?? Well, you'll just have to wait and see!!
And in the meantime, if you have any suggestions about where we should go, tips on where bargains reside, shrouded in secrecy and accessible only by secret handshake - don't remain silent!! Cry out 'We know!! We have the info!! AND WE KNOW THE SECRET HANDSHAKE!!!' Leave a comment for us and we'll do our best to fit it in (thanking you on air in the process)!!
Lots of love and kisses and air high fives,
Zara and Jo xx
*Primark has been disqualified as a source for moral reasons and because that would make it far too easy.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
SWIIIIMING POOOOOOOL!!!!!
So, I've just found out our apartment has a swimming pool. Will we have time to swim in between all the parties......and networking......and screenings......and hardcore grafting of course?!!
14 days to go and counting :)
Jo xx
14 days to go and counting :)
Jo xx
Thoughts
Just thought of something really funny!! Want to hear it??
WELL TOO BAD!! YOU'LL HAVE TO WATCH OUR SHOW TO FIND OUT.
Ha. Take that. I'll bet your curiousity is just going to eat you alive about this.
....ok, well now I just feel bad!!
BUT STILL NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! *Evil-sounding giggle....hiccup*
....god I'm cruel....
Lots of love!!!
Zara x
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WELL TOO BAD!! YOU'LL HAVE TO WATCH OUR SHOW TO FIND OUT.
Ha. Take that. I'll bet your curiousity is just going to eat you alive about this.
....ok, well now I just feel bad!!
BUT STILL NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! *Evil-sounding giggle....hiccup*
....god I'm cruel....
Lots of love!!!
Zara x
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