Sussex Salt and Trailer Trash...

I've been enjoying living by the sea over the last week and, in my opinion, there's nothing better than an Autumnal seaside...

I love how the elements manage to distort whatever they come into contact with, even though it also terrifies me, and I also love the feeling of warmth within cold.

Birling Gap is probably one of my favourite places in England...a simple, rock-pooling beach
which always pours sea-life sucess into any bucket, with an equally simple and satisfying cafe up at the top...

I also like the quiet beaches along the Sussex coast...the ones with the not-so-trendy beach huts...just because it's quiet, really, but also the textures of the more unkempt civic areas fascinate... and worry me at the same time...

'The Door To The Sea...is Jammed'!

The walls seemed scorched...by sea salt

However...all good, artistic things; things that are wonderfully creative for the body and soul, must come to an end...

As they did today:

Anyone who thinks filming or being an actress is in any way a glamourous occupation, prepare to be disillusioned!

Today, I did my day's filming on the new, comedy film 'Swinging with the Finkels' (and, yes, it really is about 'swinging', and yes I did have to say kinky stuff...anyway....)
It was all being done in a kind of hand-held, improvisational way...to the point where I'd never met my 'boyfriend' until I had to take my top off in the 'wardrobe trailer', where they were trying to work out how to make us look like a couple!

Luckily, my 'boyfriend' was a lovely man, and we had a real laugh, until we were led to the set where we had to 'improvise' on a constantly malting fur throw, and then be regularly de-furred (for continuity)...to the complete silence of an on-looking crew...

The job is an embarassing one at times, and at times I wonder what on earth...well, just what on earth!

Anyway, the make-up girls did a good job...

Also, a large part of filming is always spent in your 'trailer', with your name emblazoned across the door on a manky piece of A4 (or if you're really unlucky 'Lesbian 1', as was one I saw today!)

But the trailers are the most un-aesthetically pleasing waiting rooms you could imagine, with their dull lighting, even duller furniture and nervous dull actor inside.

So during the age I had to wait alone in the dim light, eagerly anticipating how 'funny' they were going to ask me to be, I embarked on trying to get some arty shots, imagining how I could convince bloggers that I was actually somewhere quite swish, or at least that William Eggleston had just popped in....

So:

But he hadn't and the reality was...

A corrugated metal-shutter-view from the window...

An all American home from home...

and, er...not much else!

Consequently, I'm finishing this post on a wonderfully rare K3...

designed, like the K2 by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott, but made in concrete, as opposed to cast iron, introduced in 1929.

It was an unsucessful kiosk, due to its fabric, as the elements were not kind to it, and demanded too much up-keep...but how beautiful.

K3's, though incredibly rare, have to be a personal favourite...

There... I feel much better now!