I’ve certainly shed a few …

Years ago, when I was working with the Canadian fashion designer, Leo Chevalier, one of Canada’s better known broadcast icons (at the time) showed up at tears2our offices one day.  She wanted to know if we’d consider ‘dressing’ her, in exchange for on-air credits.  Providing her with a wardrobe, in other words.

I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about — once the business portion of our meeting was over — but I do remember my response:  “I cry as easily as I laugh.”

It happened so long ago I’d forgotten all about it.  Or so I thought.  Guess it was just buried in my sub-conscious; and all it took to bring it back to the surface was a recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.”  

Actually, I can’t recall a time when something beautiful made me cry.

Not the sight of a dew-moistened rose, at the point in its short life when it’s at its best, and most perfect.  Despite knowing it can’t last.  Not standing in the Vatican, staring up, with awe and wonder, at the glory of that ceiling.  Pinching myself, in disbelief, because I was lucky enough to be there.  Not the gloriously vibrant and dramatic sunsets in India, that just simply take your breath away.

On the other hand, I have been known to tear up when listening to certain operas, particularly Madame Butterfly, La Traviata and La Boheme.  Hearing that someone I know, and care about, has just had a baby usually results in my eyes filling with tears.  And, like so many women, I always cry at weddings.

Why, I don’t know, to be perfectly honest with you.  It confounds me a little.  It’s not like I’m the greatest proponent of marriage.  Not that I don’t believe in love and relationships.  I do.  I just don’t see the difference a piece of paper makes.

None the less, I cry at weddings.  Go figure.

Nothing terribly unusual, right?  Lots of people probably react emotionally under similar circumstances.  Maybe even you.

There are, however, some bizarre times when I cry.

Producing fashion shows takes an awful lot of work.  When you’re sitting in the audience you have no idea, really, how much goes into it, and just how many months of preparation are involved, but it’s a helluva lot.  We used to start planning about three or four months ahead.  We’d have to check out various venues.  Decide on how we’d set up the room.  What the runway would look like, and where it would be placed.

We’d have to audition the models.  Hire hair and make-up people, photographers and videographers, back-stage ‘dressers’ and ‘pushers’.  They’re the folks who help the models change their clothes (in mere seconds) and also control the flow of models on to the runway.  We’d have to decide on music and choreography.  Then, as the date got closer, decide on which pieces of the collection would be featured.  And then start looking for all the accessories.  Then came the rehearsals.  We’d rehearse, rehearse, rehearse, rehearse; and finally, the day before the ‘big event’ we’d have a full-scale dress rehearsal.

Oh, and did I mention all the logistics involved in getting all the clothes, all the accessories, all the models, and everyone else who was involved to the venue?  And then all the packing up?

As part of each fashion show we would also produce a press kit.  As soon as samples were ready, I’d have all the photos taken.  Which also involved hiring models, hair and make-up artists; and choosing the accessories and the photographer.  Then I’d write the press releases.  Once the ‘shoot’ was over, we’d choose our shots and start assembling the hundreds of kits we sent out each season.

The last thing we’d do is invite the press to the actual show.  The manufacturer who produced the Chevalier collections invited the retailers and special guests.

Like I said, no small feat.

Inevitably, on the day, as I stood back stage, listening to the music starting up, waiting for the first model to go out and strut her stuff, my eyes would fill.  No heaving, no wracking sobs, but I would get teary.  Probably exhaustion.  By the time the show was over, though, and Leo would go out to be feted and applauded, the tears would be rolling down my cheeks.  And the same thing used to happen every time we shot a fashion video.  Which involves even more work.

Does that make me an emotional wreck?  Probably.  What can I say?  Guilty as charged.

19 thoughts on “I’ve certainly shed a few …

  1. My grandfather used to say of my aunts, my mom, and me that we had “bladders in our eyeballs” for all the crying we did/do! TV commercials, my girls winning things, stress . . . it all makes me cry.

  2. I was head of retail for a charity..we drafted in the local high school and did what was.. for a local charity.. a huge production… lights, camera.. catwalk.. dozens of models.. and fashion from charity shops. The sheer logistics and volume of work is incredible.. even on that small a scale. I can only begin to imagine what was involved!

    Too damned right I teared up when the first model hit the catwalk.. and was a wreck b the time our ‘star’ had finished her impromptu strut with faux fur and fedora!

    And music.. and weddings..and landscapes..

    Which is odd, because I seldom cry when I probably should…

  3. It’s strange. I used to be a big crier. I cried at the drop of a hat. Sad and happy moments/occasions and all of the little stuff in-between. No so, now. I have no clue as to why the tears don’t flow like they used to. I do feel emotion but it’s softer now. It takes something really profound to get the water works going. I used to think something must be wrong with me. Now, I just think it’s all turned to pure contentment, the really good kind..not the boring kind! 🙂

  4. I never used to cry. Or at least, rarely. Once a year was usually the max. Then I hit about 20 and suddenly BOOM, I’m an emotional mess. I’m starting to get back to my norm now, but for a while, everything set me off. Weddings, a particularly emotional advert, sometimes there wasn’t even a reason.
    I’m glad I’m getting back to my baseline of never shedding a tear, for my hydration and my health if nothing else.

    • Hi there. I worked with Leo quite a long time ago — well before I moved to Toronto in 1985. I worked for the company who manufactured his high-priced women’s ready-to-wear. they hired me to handle his advertising and PR.

      In addition, as he started to do more licensing, I also worked for him, on his advertising and PR for those products.

      And I believe he passed away in 2000. I was still in touch with him, but no longer working with him — he was essentially out of the fashion industry then.

      What sort of info are you interested in?

  5. Pingback: Moved to Tears by “The Artist” (2011) | Ramisa the Authoress

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.