Portland stopped raining for about 12 minutes and we were like GO GO GO GO.
Of course it was a night shoot.
40 degrees.
Fog machines locked and loaded like we were about to summon something.
Everyone’s freezing, pretending this was always the plan. Socks damp. Hands numb. Vibes… spooky.
We get the scene. Fog hits. Lights cut through it. Suddenly it feels worth it.
Big lesson from the universe:
Never do an outdoor shoot without an irresponsible amount of plastic bags.
Gear bags. Trash bags. Random bags from your trunk that have lived there since 2019.
Because rain doesn’t respect art. Or schedules. Or optimism.
Anyway… scene’s in the can. Nobody died. Gear survived. Absolute win.
Alright, your turn—what’s the most ridiculous condition you’ve powered through just to get the shot?