pitch winning jeans
Pitch winning jeans.
and I were pitching a new short film based on an Emma Donoghue short story. And guess what? We won! Nat worked for a year to get the rights to this story, so we are particularly victorious. Obviously we needed to commemorate with dinner…and then if you’re me—a tide pen.
Someone calling my name. Except it’s not my name, it’s someone else’s name. It’s the name Lauren. He thinks I’m Lauren.
Lauren? Lauren? You, yeah, Lauren.
No, sorry.
You look like my friend Lauren. I thought you were Lauren. Stop looking like my friend Lauren.
Oh yeah, sorry.
I wish I could write better dialogue here. The sassy thing I said to the entitled man who pulled up in his van and demanded that I pay attention to him, who interrupted my moment on a bench drinking green juice in the sun. Or better yet, how I ignored him completely, staring right through him. Except what I really said was “sorry.” Twice.
This, of course, feeling like the epitome of what it means to be a woman sometimes. Being apologetic for not being who someone wants you to be and then making sure THEY don’t feel stupid.
Gah.
The documentary I’ve been working on for the past year.
It’s a small but mighty project about a little church community at Weston Road and Lawrence in Toronto that is about to be redeveloped as part of a multi-million dollar complex. In the documentary I write that “it’s a story of a time before when we were still Little Church.” You can watch a trailer here and while you’re at it, please follow my production’s company IG!
If you’re interested, we are screening the doc at the Revue Theatre in Toronto on November 25. Tickets are available here.