This is part four of a series of behind the scenes blog posts about the making of the latest QUT television commercials.
There’s nothing like a big dose of jet-lag to blunt one’s fascination with a new city.
Los Angeles is irresistibly shiny, brash, loud, dirty, mean and sexy all at once. When we first laid eyes on her, all we wanted were chops and mashed potato and a nice lie down. Which is a bit sad when it’s Saturday night and the rest of the city is straightening its sun-kissed California tresses and lifting its hemlines for a night of fun and sin.
Four bedraggled Aussie blokes in jeans didn’t quite cut it (with the possible exception of our director, Gerard, who looks good in any kind of pants). But after accidentally stumbling into the lounge bar of the Mondrian on West Sunset Blvd, soothing our aches with a $13 Corona, and being attended to by an angel in white ankle-boots and nightie called Anastacia, things started looking up.
Anastacia clearly took pity on us, because she even had a word to the nine-foot black doorman at the Sky Bar next door who let us in ahead of a queue of much prettier people.
Sky Bar is so LA.
An outdoor bar overlooking the city with twinkling lights and topiarised magnolias and a pool and the world’s most beautiful bar staff with the world’s shiniest teeth and giant pouffes for cuddling on and oozing with wannabe starlets with legs up to there… aaaaahhh.
