Beach Formal.

I shot a beach scene over the weekend for a new comedy short. The shirt and tie were wardrobe, so no, I wasn’t dressing like a director from the 1930s. If I were, I would’ve also been wearing big, puffy riding pants, boots and a beret while holding a megaphone. By the way, what was the deal with those pants? Why did directors and Nazis who didn’t ride horses wear them?