I was dressed in silver clothing, covered in silver paint and glitter spray (including my former hair, now more like a war helmet), and looked something like this.
I was meant to be a performance artist, aka one of those silver and/or other metallic colored weird statue people who kids and old ladies are afraid of. Somehow I connect these people to France.
Having had a conversation about nihilism with another friend of mine at 9.30 in the morning, I ended up adding that into my improv. Niezsche may have been mentioned.
It was awesome. On occasion it's nice to forget about writing, directing and producing, though most of the time I do decide to stay behind the 5D for a reason...
