Juliet's Journal
Jan. 30: The Deal with my Unbelievable Wardrobe: It’s Not Mine!
January 31, 2008
Hey!
So we had a weird little deal happen at the end of the show today that confused some folks (including me). Last week, we taped an interview with the host of the controversial new blockbuster game show “The Moment of Truth”. That interview was accompanied by our own version of TMOT.
The “contestant” lied on her last question, and the way Mike explained it during that taped piece, because of that lie — she lost her winnings up til that point (two really nice vacations). Unfortunately, in the 11th hour, we had to cut the piece down for time, and through miscommunication, we eliminated the part on tape where Mike said “since she was such a good sport, we’re going to give her the trips anyway”. All you saw was her losing (by lying) and then Mike saying congrats on her trips. It was sloppy, and we’re sorry for the confusion. We came back from the commercial break Live again, and Mike explained it but I wanted to give you a bit more…
Some people were wondering why we had a taped segment anyway. We prefer not to, actually since the whole Live aspect is part of our show’s appeal. But sometimes guests are late, or 4-minute segments end up being so compelling that we expand them at the last second; which blows out another segment altogether. FYI: Guests who come to our show are supposed to know this is a possibility; the producer who books them tells them as the process is rolling along.
Other times, we’re pitched a great segment but the subject (maybe a terrific celebrity for example) isn’t able to be with us during our Live show (9-10am eastern). So sometimes we do the interview after the show, in what we call a ‘post-tape’.
If you’re wondering what our studio audience does while we’re airing the post-tape – they sit in their chairs in the studio and watch the monitors, which has our show as viewers at home are seeing it. No commercials, though.
So I’ve been getting a lot of queries lately about my wardrobe… Many women come to the show, and when we talk to the audience during commercial breaks, typically the first question is “What shoes are you wearing?” or “Who’s your dress by?”
Here’s the deal with my unbelievable wardrobe: It’s not mine! Not one iota of it, really. Well actually I think I have a few personal items in there, but mainly the dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes and accessories are provided by my stylist, Felix (I mention him a lot on the show) Mercado. He goes to designers and they provide an outfit –a loaner- for me to wear. It’s a win-win situation for both sides. I’m getting great, expensive, gorgeous, expensive, classy, expensive ensembles on loan, and they’re getting a nice mention on a nationally syndicated show. And Felix gets props all around b/c he’s so talented and he knows how to put the whole thing together.
Every Tuesday, Felix and I (and his assistant Emily) meet in our wardrobe room to try on about 20 new outfits. It usually takes an hour, and I just stand there all nekked (well, bra and underwear) while he nips, tugs, pulls, pins, ties, fastens, etc. I’d say out of 20 outfits he brings in, 19 usually pass muster. And the only reason something doesn’t is because it doesn’t fit.
Sometimes I see things hanging there on the rack and I think “Is he serious?” But I don’t really know why that thought crosses my mind anymore because I am rarely if ever disappointed once I put it on. He just has an eye for amazing outfits.
I’ll have the dress on, and he’ll pick two pairs of shoes – one pair on the left foot; one on the right. I’ll stand like a flamingo (or maybe more like a stork) with one leg back up behind my bum so he can visualize how the outfit looks with each shoe.
He takes a picture of each, then I start changing into the next outfit. It’s all very unglamorous, really. And I’m wondering when pictures of me changing are going to hit the internet b/c I swear sometimes the people in the building opposite us are getting a peep. I always forget to shut the blinds. How horrifying would THAT be, oh my God. Trust me, I don’t intend on pulling any Britneys, no thanks.
Over the next few weeks he’ll look at the pictures (usually I’m making dumb faces at the camera) and decide what jewelry to put on, what other accessories are needed. He’s awesome.
I’ve got to get going, our afternoon meeting is about to start. Before I do, however, I want to tell all you readers out there to run, not walk, RUN! to the bookstore on Feb, 19th when my dad’s first book, “Storming Las Vegas” comes out. It’s a true crime novel that you cannot put down. I’m so freaking proud of him; this project took a long time but he did it, and he’s reaping the rewards now. Several reviews have come back with stars and raves. You can check it out by Googling “Storming Las Vegas John Huddy”. That’ll link you right to his page at Random House. The cover rocks! It was a choice between a blue look and a red look. I said blue; I thought red would be too cliché. And lo and behold look what the final decision was hee hee. I’m going to tell you truly, this book is worth the hard-cover price. Please go check it out!
On that note – I’m outta here.
