My last day on the photo shoot was the most fun. It was right in the Amalfi town square (also known as the "duomo"), right where all of the day-to-day action is. I stayed behind at the hotel and prepped the guys who didn't have to be at the first call time.
When I got there, my fashion editor was just closing the first shot and one my favorites: our female model(in an amazing Emporio Armani checkered ensemble) sitting right outside the "Basilica di Sant'Andrea" posed like a Harlequin painting. Following that shot, we moved onto Il Limoncello, the limoncello shop where we shot a few of the guys in some wild outfits. I picked up a few souvenirs here (Amalfi is known for its lemons and limoncello- a liquor produced with lemons and sugar).
As I sauntered into the square, our creative director awaited me and gave me the best possible compliment I could have heard in my life..."Samantha!! Allora, you finally LOOK like you belong here with your Italian style!"
No doubt, this achievement is credited to my grandmother's vintage Gucci bag, but perhaps it was the eclectic mix of the bag, the oversized sweater, brown boots, black turtleneck and scarf nonchalantly wrapped around my neck.. aka "I literally threw this together in a rush without trying to LOOK like I just threw it together in a rush." Maybe that's why the Italians (and most of the Europeans, in general) look so great and undisturbed- because they do just throw things together and go.
If you read the last installment, you can imagine how anxious I was to wake up the next morning to see my "amore." I walked into the middle of the town square and there he was, standing atop the tall steps of the Basilica, waiting to greet me..."Amore! Vieni qua!" he shouted (My love, come here!). We hung out the whole day in between shots, sat together at lunch but still, the reality of the situation loomed over us, or at least over me.
When I got there, my fashion editor was just closing the first shot and one my favorites: our female model(in an amazing Emporio Armani checkered ensemble) sitting right outside the "Basilica di Sant'Andrea" posed like a Harlequin painting. Following that shot, we moved onto Il Limoncello, the limoncello shop where we shot a few of the guys in some wild outfits. I picked up a few souvenirs here (Amalfi is known for its lemons and limoncello- a liquor produced with lemons and sugar). As I sauntered into the square, our creative director awaited me and gave me the best possible compliment I could have heard in my life..."Samantha!! Allora, you finally LOOK like you belong here with your Italian style!"
No doubt, this achievement is credited to my grandmother's vintage Gucci bag, but perhaps it was the eclectic mix of the bag, the oversized sweater, brown boots, black turtleneck and scarf nonchalantly wrapped around my neck.. aka "I literally threw this together in a rush without trying to LOOK like I just threw it together in a rush." Maybe that's why the Italians (and most of the Europeans, in general) look so great and undisturbed- because they do just throw things together and go.
If you read the last installment, you can imagine how anxious I was to wake up the next morning to see my "amore." I walked into the middle of the town square and there he was, standing atop the tall steps of the Basilica, waiting to greet me..."Amore! Vieni qua!" he shouted (My love, come here!). We hung out the whole day in between shots, sat together at lunch but still, the reality of the situation loomed over us, or at least over me.
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and melancholy all at the same time. I'm glad you had fun.