While attending Wellesley College, I got to be an extra in Mona Lisa Smile. It’s not my favorite movie by any means, but getting to ditch class to have my hair curled and my lips painted the perfect shade of red gave me a rather skewed college sophomore- year experience. Everything that happened after filming ended was just boring, and despite mostly being edited out and not even liking the movie, I’ve been unusually obsessed with the 1950’s collegiate experience ever since.
Normally I would gravitate towards staging this kind of shoot at Wellesley College, since that’s what I know best. But with the Harvard Square news kiosk on my “locations to use before they disappear” list, I figured I might as well give another of the Seven Sisters a shot. The Kiosk seemed the perfect spot to time travel back to an era when Radcliffe was still a separate entity from Harvard and women spent Sunday nights checking their nylons for holes.
In a bizarre twist of our modern reality, there’s something almost subversive about that concept.