Ahhhh, Oscar season. When we cover our most famous street in luxurious, pedestrian-friendly carpet but only let celebrities walk there.
Little gold men start appearing on the sidewalks, wearing their cute plastic skirts.
And we worship them like gods.
Yesterday I got to see the set of the Academy Awards and interview its designer, the lovely David Rockwell, for Fast Company.
There were, of course, no photos allowed inside the theater, but afterwards my media credentials did get me onto the red carpet.
Which, as you can see, is covered in plastic, twice. It’s supposed to rain this weekend.
Here are the risers where the non-famous people get to sit.
And here’s where people like me get to stand and ask famous people questions. All day. In heels.
As I was snapping this shot, a cameraman who was shooting an interview with someone else came over and asked if he could see my camera. It’s new, and its awesome, and everyone wants to see it, especially people who love cameras, so I let him.
He told me to pose, and I thought he just wanted to play with my camera, so it took me a minute to figure out what was going on. I started laughing and said thanks, but I didn’t need my photo taken. “Are you kidding?” he said. “You gotta have your picture taken on the red carpet!” So I did.
Another cameraman who was shooting nearby even got into the act. “Come on!” said my photographer, as he snapped shot after shot. “This is the Oscars!”
