The journal

Afterglow

Notes written while the gels cool down

One Suit, Five Lights

People keep asking when I'll wear something else on set. Notes on why the answer is never, and what a red gel does that a wardrobe change can't.

Smoke machines are divas, silhouettes are mathematics, and for ninety seconds at a time I am legally a lamp post. A field guide.

For one green-lit evening I shared a set with a marble Roman who weighs more than I do and has better posture. He got top billing. Fair.