melli@melliinc.com
So, after a kick~ass photo~shoot where I nailed the wardrobe, nailed the make-up and nailed the accessories ...(heck even the hair ~ but did not nail anybody involved) I've been asked to do the make~up on a web~series...hopefully one in which I'll be noticed for my skills in make~up, as well as being seen for my real expertise, styling/wardrobe/etc etc etc and all things glamour not to forget hello, my own jewelry collection, and design ability. My very first thought when asked? "Melli baby, "fake it till ya make it"." I am not actually a make~up artist...although slathering shadows, puffing bronzers dusting colors, or lining finely somebodies eyes seems easy enough, there is a science to this form of art...as any true artist can tell you. The good part, is that as a designer, as a creator, and as a free~spirit when it comes to anything profoundly stylish, I like many, should be able to fake it up. Just at the very same time I'm making it up. Much like being a dancer, if you know ballet, you have the rhythm down, you understand the basic comprehension of how your body moves, it's not too terribly far off from bouncing it up a bit quicker, jingling your brains a little harder, and pouncing a tad stronger in going toward tap...and once you've got those two, well there's nothing you can't do...except maybe gymnastics.
Anyways, I should tell you this part because it's part of the charm of the very beginnings of me...of Melli... There's one for sure, possibly two bodies...one face absolutely, not sure what colors, what era nothing...the photographers were very un-certain. That's not my issue...my job as the in charge of everything else, was to in fact have everything else ready to go for the old west, or fifty years from now. Seeing how fashion does run in circles, you just never know. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I brought with me every single item that CVS sells...a handful they don't...minus some of the Hallmark greeting cards...Scotch tape, ( lots of closing thingy's so as not to ruin any clothing I did have...however seeing as this wasn't an haute couture catwalk, having to use a seam ripper ( had that) or needle and thread myself(had every color) or even using actual duct tape (yup) wasn't out of the question. The cute part was my set-up. Though I did get lucky in not having to buy or bring a clothing rack, the person that was going to bring it didn't. So this is what my set-up looked like. My Black and Violet Jeep Wrangler, with the back open all the way, gave me just enough space to stack two sets of drawers containing (again) everything), a small place for one tush at a time, AND the kicker? It also acted NOT ONLY as a hanging rack for the clothes once I'd aid a sheet over it, but also as a make-shift changing room, as the models were almost all totally new to this...even though they were all completely perfectly adorable. Anyways, so I've got then on the from passenger seat two open books ( hanging accessories cases) propped up so that I could bounce around to the front and snag the proper accessories, and on the drivers side seat, I had the set of drawers with the hair supply. I was completely efficiently organized, I even had a trash bag...and when things are moving so quickly, I suppose it's when the term "suck it up" or even 'grin and bear it" or possibly even "oh for fucks sake just rip the damn tag off" would be thrown in. So off came the tags, out went the receipts (along with most all of my bank account) and any prayer of returning any un-used items...etc...however one phrase then that really does come into mind and play, "Ahhh The Price of Beauty". ;) I rocked, I rolled, and I did it in Pearls, with of course...the eighties music blaring right along side the sun...in this ever so desolate, haunted and rambunctiously scary setting...deep in the heart of Ventura County, where even the Ravens may have been afraid to go.
Happy note though, today I saw two huge, blacker than night, and devastatingly (almost drop ~dead" dare I say?) gorgeous ravens in front of my car this morning... I came home from an early morning trek to pre-school...and saw that I had "The Rachel Zoe Project" recorded on tv...I donated my monthly to the animal charity, clicked on the give for free Children's Hunger Site, Save the Rainforest's etc...and had my green tea... Now what could possibly make the day any better?
PS: Any and all wording on this blog, does come only from my own un~drugged, un~drunken, and completely sober brain. IF anybody reading it cares to share their thoughts/idea/etc in any forum, I would kindly ask you to ( rather than friend me on facebook two seconds after your husband almost kills me in a car accident that he is now trying to hide from an lie about) leave a comment here as I promise that would suffice. Thank you though for your immediate interest and thoughtfulness in requesting my friendship via facebook within 24 hours...before the insurance company actually (legally) even had any idea who I or you were. Hmmm...
So, after a kick~ass photo~shoot where I nailed the wardrobe, nailed the make-up and nailed the accessories ...(heck even the hair ~ but did not nail anybody involved) I've been asked to do the make~up on a web~series...hopefully one in which I'll be noticed for my skills in make~up, as well as being seen for my real expertise, styling/wardrobe/etc etc etc and all things glamour not to forget hello, my own jewelry collection, and design ability. My very first thought when asked? "Melli baby, "fake it till ya make it"." I am not actually a make~up artist...although slathering shadows, puffing bronzers dusting colors, or lining finely somebodies eyes seems easy enough, there is a science to this form of art...as any true artist can tell you. The good part, is that as a designer, as a creator, and as a free~spirit when it comes to anything profoundly stylish, I like many, should be able to fake it up. Just at the very same time I'm making it up. Much like being a dancer, if you know ballet, you have the rhythm down, you understand the basic comprehension of how your body moves, it's not too terribly far off from bouncing it up a bit quicker, jingling your brains a little harder, and pouncing a tad stronger in going toward tap...and once you've got those two, well there's nothing you can't do...except maybe gymnastics.
Anyways, I should tell you this part because it's part of the charm of the very beginnings of me...of Melli... There's one for sure, possibly two bodies...one face absolutely, not sure what colors, what era nothing...the photographers were very un-certain. That's not my issue...my job as the in charge of everything else, was to in fact have everything else ready to go for the old west, or fifty years from now. Seeing how fashion does run in circles, you just never know. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I brought with me every single item that CVS sells...a handful they don't...minus some of the Hallmark greeting cards...Scotch tape, ( lots of closing thingy's so as not to ruin any clothing I did have...however seeing as this wasn't an haute couture catwalk, having to use a seam ripper ( had that) or needle and thread myself(had every color) or even using actual duct tape (yup) wasn't out of the question. The cute part was my set-up. Though I did get lucky in not having to buy or bring a clothing rack, the person that was going to bring it didn't. So this is what my set-up looked like. My Black and Violet Jeep Wrangler, with the back open all the way, gave me just enough space to stack two sets of drawers containing (again) everything), a small place for one tush at a time, AND the kicker? It also acted NOT ONLY as a hanging rack for the clothes once I'd aid a sheet over it, but also as a make-shift changing room, as the models were almost all totally new to this...even though they were all completely perfectly adorable. Anyways, so I've got then on the from passenger seat two open books ( hanging accessories cases) propped up so that I could bounce around to the front and snag the proper accessories, and on the drivers side seat, I had the set of drawers with the hair supply. I was completely efficiently organized, I even had a trash bag...and when things are moving so quickly, I suppose it's when the term "suck it up" or even 'grin and bear it" or possibly even "oh for fucks sake just rip the damn tag off" would be thrown in. So off came the tags, out went the receipts (along with most all of my bank account) and any prayer of returning any un-used items...etc...however one phrase then that really does come into mind and play, "Ahhh The Price of Beauty". ;) I rocked, I rolled, and I did it in Pearls, with of course...the eighties music blaring right along side the sun...in this ever so desolate, haunted and rambunctiously scary setting...deep in the heart of Ventura County, where even the Ravens may have been afraid to go.
Happy note though, today I saw two huge, blacker than night, and devastatingly (almost drop ~dead" dare I say?) gorgeous ravens in front of my car this morning... I came home from an early morning trek to pre-school...and saw that I had "The Rachel Zoe Project" recorded on tv...I donated my monthly to the animal charity, clicked on the give for free Children's Hunger Site, Save the Rainforest's etc...and had my green tea... Now what could possibly make the day any better?
PS: Any and all wording on this blog, does come only from my own un~drugged, un~drunken, and completely sober brain. IF anybody reading it cares to share their thoughts/idea/etc in any forum, I would kindly ask you to ( rather than friend me on facebook two seconds after your husband almost kills me in a car accident that he is now trying to hide from an lie about) leave a comment here as I promise that would suffice. Thank you though for your immediate interest and thoughtfulness in requesting my friendship via facebook within 24 hours...before the insurance company actually (legally) even had any idea who I or you were. Hmmm...
