Whenever I hear an accordion playing, I think about what I’m wearing. Does it match the scene? Is the invisible cinematographer behind me thinking, “Yes, her fake Ray Ban sunglasses, red lipstick and sundress is perfect for this shot involving an accordionist playing the theme music to ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ with equal parts lilt and sadness.”
I’m not sure, however, what outfit is appropriate for the scene where the accordionist is sitting on a milk crate in Union Square wearing a Boba Fett mask and playing the theme music from “Star Wars.” A bathrobe covered in potato chip crumbs?
I often have similar fantasies of invisible cinematographers. One recurring one features T-Rex, a long single shot through an airport terminal, and me in some ’70s Lynda Carter-esque outfit running in heels over institutional carpet.