Ugh, the closet filming was a nightmare. They grilled us for over three hours on the contents of our closets, filming and refilming and refilming. We had to a little runway walk in our worst clothes (of which I still have tons, I've realized) and because we both gained weight over the long Canadian winter (we're like bears) everything I tried on fit like a sausage casing. Soon, I'll be able to see myself, in various types of sausage casings, on national television. Wow, I can't wait for that! Anyway, Kaz got a new giant lighting kit, which he ordered from Tennessee. It was awfully cute watching him try to talk to the Tennesseean (Tennesseeite?) customer service person - neither of them could understand the other at all. He LOVES his lighting kit, and he's experimenting with a lot of new things. He's also currently exhibiting at CONTACT, at Club Lucky until August 31st, showing his Grandfather story and the one on Male Host Clubs we shot in Osaka last summer. His agent just sold that story to a magazine in Vancouver, so we're pretty excited!

Eharas in High Park

Makeover Jitters

Today is the day that the TV crew comes to film us in our closet. I'm completely panicked, and considering a trip to the second-hand store to add some hideous and vulgar items of clothing. I don't have a fabulous wardrobe (or anything close), but I'm worried that everything inside my closet is boring and regular, as I JUST gave away all of the tacky and garish items I owned, most of which were purchased in Asian street markets and plastered in improperly spelled and incomprehensible English phrases, which I delight in. Yesterday, our good friends came for a barbeque, and they said our clothes are too normal and well-fitting to make for a good 'before' picture on TV. Aren't makeover shows only interesting if the people look awful before and fantastic after?!?! It's a beautiful spring day, and I'm happy.