Yesterday was a strange day. I went for my Apple One-on-One training at the Mac store, at the Somerset Mall. I needed to brush up on Imovie. I realized in trying to film and edit my 1st episode of Deliciously Detroit, amnesia hit and I couldn’t remember anything or more like Imovie is constantly changing. It’s been a slow start to my filming process.
I thought it would be cool to show cooking from my perspective with a Gopro. With luck after joining Costco, there was Hero3 silver Gopro for sale and a $50 rebate. Sweet! It’s not the latest model, but for my cooking show, it would do. After all, I’m not exactly taking jumps off the alps or longboarding down the PCH anymore, well not that I ever was. I got my Gopro in September, I never figured out how to mail in the $50 rebate, but anyway, I had a new device to start filming Deliciously Detroit episodes. Alas, it’s now November. I don’t know if any of you are my age, but the fear of programming a VCR kicked in. I must have a type of adult ADD! Reading directions just freaks me out. I opened the box, looked at the components and just got overwhelmed and carefully placed everything back in the box and put it in a drawer. A few days later I tried again. This time I did it with a guy on youtube opening up the same Gopro box. It worked, I was ready to start, well until the guy on youtube mentioned I needed an SD card. So one click shopping on Amazon and two days later with my Amazon Prime, the SD was here. I was ready. I first tried it on my head, I couldn’t see what I was doing nor could the future viewer. My filming was dizzy and nausea inspiring. I then set it up on a bunch of cookbooks and random objects that would hold it up to seem steady. This just gave a huge wide angle. I seemed distant in the frame and my voice was barely audible. I also noticed how bad I looked and acted on camera. I looked shifty, I discovered I had twitches of a mentally disturbed person. Seriously how many times can one twirl their hair, touch their earring, move side to side, tap one’s foot? I did all and more in less than 3 minutes!! Now I remember back 12 years ago, why my Creative Director wanted me to take copywriting presentation class! The natural became unnatural. My friend said I needed a script, but how to read it while looking in the camera, when I couldn’t even figure out where to look into the gopro even without a script? I guess Rachel Ray isn’t such an idiot after all!
That night, I decided I needed an old school camcorder along with the Gopro. I found my camcorder in our last few moving boxes. If you didn’t know, we just moved from California to Detroit. On every move there are always a few unpacked boxes, typically the boxes that are Pandora-like, filled with junk, uncatergorized memories, old cell phones, silly objects, souvenirs, basically junk. If the box had fallen in the Pacific, I’d probably not miss it. We’ve moved from NYC-Detroit-Tokyo-Milan-Los Angeles and now back to Detroit in the past 13 years. That’s a lot of boxes and a lot of junk.
Back to my efforts to launch Deliciously Detroit…. My road to stardom was put on pause once again when I discovered the cord to charge the camera was missing. Every swear word came into mind cursing the movers that packed us. They were not the smartest. Why would you not put the cord with the camcorder? Anyway, we tore every last moving box apart. This went on for days. I became obsessed searching for this cord. Finally, I gave up. I couldn’t search in the same box again for the 3rd time. My new search began on the internet trying to decifer the serial and make of my camcorder. Ebay saved the day, I found the cord and put in a bid for $20 as I felt their $50 asking price was a bit extreme. I was notified via email I lost out on the bid…so a few days later, miraculously I found a little company on the internet that sold old Sony parts. My Sony camcorder dates back to Tokyo Days when my son was a newborn-9 years ago. It’s old. It uses tapes, in camcorder speak, it’s ancient.
Two days later my friendly UPS man shows up with my shiny new cord. I’ve become friendly with him as he comes daily with chairs, tables, nerf guns, pillows, lamps, legos, whatever it takes to get our place set up and my 9-year old occupied while doing so.
Excitedly, I plug the cord into the camera. Yes! There is life: a little bleep, bing, blip sound cries out. Joy, it was gonna charge. That evening in hopes of filming my Deliciously Detroit Maigret de Canard, I discovered the camera was dead! I tried over and over to hear any sound of life. There was no bling, bleep or bing, nothing. At this point I think maybe the battery pack died. This time Amazon prime saves the day with one click, the battery pack arrives two days later, same UPS man brings it to me. I open it up, place it on the camera and nothing. I do it over and over,like trying to revive our dead goldfish! It wasn’t the battery pack. The camcorder that filmed funky cherry blossoms festivals in Tokyo, my son’s first steps, my sister’s wedding, moments in Malta, Milan, and Michigan, cute toddler performances, my grandfathers last moments…was gone. I was crushed. You must be thinking it’s just a camera and I’m a drama queen, but my Sony’s death started thoughts of “What the hell am I doing with my life?” and “Should I get a normal 9-5 job and stop my side Fashion Rep job and dreams of writing and making food?” “Do I go back to advertising and work the grueling copywriter hours?” Oh wait, I’d never see my 9-year old and oh I forgot in a field where most at my level are in there 30s with the mentality of a 1st grader, this wasn’t possible. That day I decided to look up headhunters and suck it up and do any job. I’ve done a lot since leaving Detroit Advertising. I did voice overs, I was a robot on Tokyo TV, a sultry jeans spokesperson on a Guess video in Italy. I was also a school teacher at an international school in Japan, a shiatsu masseuse in Italy, a landscaper on the rooftops in NYC, a hostess at the infamous Les Halles, thanks to Antony Bourdain and the list goes on. So now what? Do I get a Masters at CCS in design? Do I really need another degree I’ve already gone back to school out of survival learning Japanese and Italian. I can’t think of making it happen again, my brain is slightly saturated for anything other than food, fashion and fun. So now what? What can I do? The one thing that has remained the same is my passion for food and cooking. I love looking at food photos, reading recipes, I’m a Food Network and Cooking channel addict. I pretend I’m on Top Chef or the Iron Chef. Confused and a bit depressed with lack of direction, I reached out to my previous Excutive Creative Director. I wrote him a plea for help and advice. To sum up his email reply, he said to follow your dreams and passion. He always said his favorite quote was “Go in the direction you fear!” Mine fear is poverty-kidding, but my direction won’t pay much, at least for now until I am discovered ;). After showing my husband my old bosses email Paul, my husband said, “Just get your early Christmas present and buy yourself a camcorder!” That night I researched all different kinds…. I’m not a professional, so couldn’t I just get a 200 dollar one? Or should I splurge and learn yet another device for $800 dollars? I slept on this. Now back to my Mac class. That was the next day. This is when I met my savvy young, tech tutor and told him my goals in filming Deliciously Detroit. He suggested I use my iphone and Gopro. Of course, the Iphone! After a quick lesson in Imovie and learning that I needed to update my programs to El Capitain, I bought a mini tripod. I thanked him and left the Mac store cutting through Saks Fifth Avenue, to get to the parking lot. The make-up counter lady, a late middle aged, overly made up woman nabbed me. She excitedly told me the reknowned make-up artist for Armani fashion shows was here and that he would make me look like a million bucks. Hmmm, I decided to sit in her make-up high chair and listen to her babble on about this cream and that cream. She then asked me what my goals were… argh, this again, I don’t know what I want to do, or more specifically, I know what I want to do, I’m just am having trouble doing it. She looks at me with a blank look. Oh wait, I’m an idiot, she’s not asking life goals, she was interested in my skin goals, a lot more shallow and something I could easily answer. I’m all about make-up and fashion talk. Relieved I rambled about my skin and make-up goals, something I became an expert at doing after living 4 plus years in LA. Actually, check out my Hair Goal story I wrote a few years ago. Hair Goal | lifeinpv.wordpress.com
After a bit of wine and pampering, I caved and bought the $38 lipstick number 503 and the navy blue mascara which aparantly, Armani says “It’s the “new black!” So there you have it, my new look. A little make-up goes a long way and I have to say I’m a make-up whore who barely wears any. It’s my hoarder side of collecting make-up. I collect eye shadows, lipsticks, eye liners, any new gadget that is to improve my look. I have lipsticks upon lipsticks. It all started in 2000 when I first walked through the Saks Make-up department. A freaky looking woman asked me to sit down in her chair. That moment I was hypnotized believing I needed a special brush to apply lipstick, that I’ve been doing it all wrong for all those years. It didn’t take long for me to become a faithful Nars addict, I sometimes flirted with Mac and Smashbox but for the most part it was all about Nars until my sister did a type of intervention. She was tired of my red,bold eyeshadows with the hot pink blush with a name like Orgasm. According to her I was borderline hooking material or ghetto mom. So on my visit to see her in Geneva, Switzerland where she still currently lives, she raced me immediately after picking me up at the train station to the Laura Mercier counter to get my make-up done. 4-years since that day I was married to Laura Mercier. Today I’m getting a divorce from Laura and her make-up will be piled up like my son’s hundreds of Hot Wheel cars still in a box unplayed with since the move. Cadavers in a back make up drawer : stale Nars blushes and Smash box eyeshadows, dozens of lip glosses probably expired and other random items with promises of beauty and fame. My shiny new Armani is moving in. Maybe it was the glass of Simi white wine they offered me that swayed my opinion? Maybe it was the oudles of compliments the lovely perfume women gave me at the Bond NYC Saks counter? Who knows, but I felt Deliciously Detroit! The creams are divine. The foundation is like no other. You can’t tell you are wearing it and it feels luxurious, well it is at $80 a tube. Immediately upon returning home I fixed my iphone into the nifty little tripod and was ready to film. I did a bunch of tests trying to figure out where to look to make it seem as though I was talking to the camera. My “on-camera” presence still sucked! I still need practice but my new look is on target. I’m almost ready! Soon to come Deliciously Detroit.