Before I moved to London I was offered a job doing costume on Wild Things. Dream director- Spike Jonze, cult story book that gave me nightmares as an insomniac child, and an iconic white jumpsuit for the lead Max. So when I boarded the long flight kicking and screaming only to find it extremley hard to find work in London, here began my torment. As rumours spun around about hideous night shoots in the freezing bush I felt a little bit better. Then came the test screenings where kids were crying and adults found the monsters less than real, despite the fact that big costume suits were filled with Melbourne actors needing to be fanned down. There was talk of it never being released- I had made the right decision.  Then the Producers threatened to bring in a new Director to make it more Hollywood. Well thank the powers that be, it may be three years since the night-dream movie first began shooting, but Spike came back to the helm and the tralior looks like imagination flowing cartoon form straight from a sleeping child and into the cupboard. Greeny/grey tones, child’s eye views of tall eucalyptus trees, that memory of the ship sailing in the stormy waters- after three consecutive views of the trailor I realised I was holding my breath and getting tiny tears welling. My childhood, the monsters brought to life and the fact that I almost was a part of it. At least I finally got a magazine job in London. I can’t wait until October 16th.