On the first day directing my first film came my first communication error. I’d asked the costume department to take a man’s shirt (which the lead character had stolen after a one night stand), and fashion it into something she fixes around her cat to stop it picking at its surgical stitches. Expecting it to look like a striped cotton bandage, I was presented with a cat wearing an immaculately tailored miniature button-down. In the end I took it off the cat, but I wish I’d made that work because, when I’ve occasionally daydreamed about the etymology of phrases, I’ve always felt drawn to “the shirt off my back”.
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