Greetings, Wornettes! You are interested in the unknown. The mysterious. The unexplainable. The fashionable. That is why you are here, on the WORN Fashion Journal blog.
Now, for the first time, we are bringing you the full story of what happened behind the scenes of Issue 14‘s Ed Wood-inspired photo shoot, Cut and Print. We are giving you all the evidence based only on the secret testimony of the miserable stylists, photographers, and models who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the shoes, the beautiful Gladstone Hotel.
A few wornettes got a room — excuse me — were given a room by the Gladstone Hotel. While images of champagne, Chingy songs, and bed jumping may come to mind, we assure you it was all business (though we must admit the occasional chuckle escaped at the sight of Peter Wornette’s fantastic shimmying). Keep on the lookout for the final photo in Issue 13.
When Avyn Wornette told me she wanted to do a photo shoot for issue 11 on her friend’s farm with a zebra named Marty, I was skeptical. While Avyn was sketching out looks with Marty lying complacently amid heeled and hair-sprayed models, I cautioned that she should plan for shots with the zebra wandering around somewhere in the background.
The reality of the shoot was somewhere in between. Marty behaved a lot like any horse I’d encountered… friendly and interested, but only on his own terms. He strutted and posed with the best of them, until he got bored and wandered off to hang out with the llamas. This was the most ambitious photo shoot we’d ever planned – the highest number of models we’d ever put in a shoot, the biggest change of looks in a spread, the farthest location (three hours away in Avyn’s hometown of St. Mary’s), the largest crew, extensive props, and, of course, a real live zebra. The day was long and exhausting, but extremely satisfying.
Model Sam using a ladder to get to a location over the electric fence.
Staff meetings, no matter how many cheezies and beer might be consumed during, always have a tendency to be more business than pleasure. However, when Anisha said she could give us access to her apartment’s roof (and, ahem, indoor pool) for the evening, we were up there faster than a teen getting pregnant at Degrassi High. I think every meeting could be made more productive when you are eye-level with the CN Tower.