did you just get gloss on my boots?

whose stylish ear is that in the midst of all the clapping?

after receiving a ridiculously jealousy-inducing email from my pal lorenzo, i'm having another bit of london nostalgia. so what do i do when these moods strike? i either look through my scrapbooky, incriminating london journal or i reminisce through my pictures from those wonderful few months in the winter of '04 - '05. since neither of those options were available to me right now, i turned to that old safeguard... myspace, to check up on the people that i met in london. as i sat here, frantically clicking my way through various friends' lists i was reminded of a prime example of london kick-ass-ery that i'd plum forgotten about... pink grease's video for peaches.

due to some freak stroke of good fortune during a slightly difficult time for me, i somehow landed a spot in the extras pool for their video which took place in an unassuming warehouse out in zone 4 off the central line. i had just returned to london from a quick trip back to the states to see ma familia after the holidays and as soon as i stepped back on british soil i learned that i had been selected to be a dancing extra and that the shoot was that day. ever the optimist, i dropped my bags off at the hostel and then booked it out there where i was promptly made-up with bright purple eye makeup and teased hair. i put on my fail-safe small, small skirt and hung out with the other extras, like clifford, a fabulously tall boy in a gold jacquard dinner jacket with tails.

we all twirled our way downstairs to a big airplane hangar-y space that was all done up in pink tube lights and strobey things. apparently i was better at self-promotion than i thought and managed to squeeze my way up front near the center of the stage next to a very blonde and very dansey lady named randy. got a hug from the black lipsticked, twiggish keys/sax player whose cropped pants and stacked heel boots scored him high marks with me. the highlight of the day for me was the hey- ladies,- let's- all- rally- around- the- glossy,- sweaty- singer- to- clutch- and- gnaw- at- him- in- an- uncontrollable- sex- frenzy part, which afforded me the delicious opportunity to slap, elbow and nipple-pinch my heart out. the sadist in me smiled profusely.

by 10pm, we'd finished taping and there was a little schmooze time during which all our hardwork was rewarded with vodka and hugs. the most interesting greaser for me was the synth guy whose meek, standoffish demeanor reminded me of some sort of rock and roll botanist.

so in closing...the video was exhausting, yet fun. the pink greasers were glossy and beautiful. and i had a swell time. if you're up for some awesome... check it (paying special attention round the 1:39 mark to catch a sixteenth of a second glimpse of me tossing my hair around)...

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