This shoot was an example of the absolute zenith of fun and glamor of my job. I loved it. And at the end of the day, I pulled that little hood off my head and did indeed ride the bus home in full makeup and matted sweat-hair, making that face the whole time!"
Now, dig it: update! Do you remember that movie How to Make an American Quilt? At the end, Winona Ryder exits the front door of a house, wrapped in the (presumably) titular quilt, and trips through the rain and mud toward some tearjerking scene, the nature of which I don't remember at all. Ignoring the emotional climax of the movie, my mom shrieked, "Oh god! The quilt is dragging on the ground!" I feel the same way when I look at this picture, but in the moment, neither threat of sweat nor soot nor soil would've stopped me from swishing that meticulously hand-sewn gown all over the dirty sidewalk in the service of gettin' the shot. "Australopithecine disregard for the cleanliness and well-being of couture": that's my middle name. Whee! It was worth it!