Lady Allison (Staff)
09-08-2007, 01:24 PM
It’s not everyday that one get’s to recline in a robe with the head make up artist for L’Oreal fashion week (and the Logies) doing your face. With Nigel hard at work I relaxed in my fluffy robe and slippers. Only unique thing here was that I was not about to launch myself down the catwalk or tread the red carpet. I was about to walk on set in my pyjamas and pink fluffy slippers with hair by Nigel cultivated to look much like a birds nest.
Yesterday I shot a TV commercial, yes indeedy, and it was not as glam as one might think. I can tell you right now that it’s a bit worrying when you feel right at home in front of a crew of twelve in your bathrobe and slippers. It’s a little ironic that I preach about beauty blasphemy yet I am prepared to let the nation be privy to my state of morning chaos. I promise that this will be the only time you will see this kind of spectacle unless you happen to walk past as I do a quick dash for the morning paper.
Yesterday I shot a TV commercial, yes indeedy, and it was not as glam as one might think. I can tell you right now that it’s a bit worrying when you feel right at home in front of a crew of twelve in your bathrobe and slippers. It’s a little ironic that I preach about beauty blasphemy yet I am prepared to let the nation be privy to my state of morning chaos. I promise that this will be the only time you will see this kind of spectacle unless you happen to walk past as I do a quick dash for the morning paper.