Sunday, March 21, 2010
Recognized as the mother of burlesque an overtime, exploited performance (altough not always focused on sex it was about humor and music). I found this Seattle native searching for famous born locals in a commonly male dominated collective. During the 1920's she is proclaimed to be, although how many young girls wish they were in fact, the inventor of the strip tease. Of course I would want to know more. My interest in this information is the passive aggressive representation of sexuality at hand. Although she was a "stripper," she never actually got undressed and was known for incorporating humor, and flashy outfits, actually talking to the audience which was uncommon for burlesque performers.A voice to the picture.
The walls of her home were filled with pictures by Joan Miró, Pablo Picasso, Marc Chagall, Max Ernst, and Dorothea Tanning, all suggested to be directly from the artists themselves. An artistic muse to them, and myself as well. She is but one, and no I say not the most important, but recognized Seattle native.
Sometimes it is necessary to explain yourself and why you choose to draw certain objects. It seems emotional fantasy and romantic ambition happen within the blink of an eye.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Pulp: "a soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter" and "a magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper."
the movie then begins.
I think the main reason people enjoyed this movie, and created it into a cult classic was the non linear organization of each scene. Like the books Choose Your Own Adventure, reach word relyies heavily on the next. Each next sequence we hope will reveal more about the story. Finally in the end though, its not like our usual endings, and the neo noir tragic ending and flawed main characters challenge Disney ending comfortability. Instead of satisfying bliss and peaceful endings, reality infiltrated its way into the minds of the viewers.
Here's something real
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
whats good girl?
oh workin on papers you know basically everything that has been put off this week because of my dumb ass
procrastination forces perfection
therefore, better cramming and being stressed only one time instead of spreading it out all week
a million times yes
why sweat it when you can just sweat it once?
yes, and girls don't sweat, they perspire
perspire to achieve?
no like to perspire ......not sweat
did i just make up a word??
no its a real word
i googled it
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I live in Fremont, self proclaimed center of the universe. It's true for I have seen with my own eyes, the very official t-shirt. Fremont is an appropriate environment for this point in life. A left turn to my shoulder is the city, connected by a bridge, but separate enough from the sometimes blocked sunlight in the concrete jungle of Seattle. It is here, I can most likely find the sunlight and soak on the water front. I enjoy the laid back environment and friendly sunshine attitude. But stil has a night life that is alive on the weekends, satisfying my need to relax inhibitions. On Sundays, the farmers market a block away, fills with hippies, and hippie lovers, collectively selling antiques and soon to be treasures along with other valuables.
Needless to say, I am a fan.
When I ride the bus to work every morning, you'll find me in the window looking up. To me the tops of the buildings we all pass are the most interesting. People walk past my windows frequently, and I enjoy watching. We are only a piece of glass away from eye contact. The setting to the movie thickens.
she draws... because she must.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Have you ever thought about the beginning to the movie that was made about who you are, like the scenes that you replay in your head that you connect to why you are you? The first scene is, to some the most important. First impressions are important to our pop culture identity.
I was raised watching movies, have over 200 of my own, and bookmark imdb.com (Internet Movie Database) on my computer…… Hence, I possess a passion for this artistic medium. I expect to be in form, structure less, like the post modern literature movement. I would like to indulge thee, a preview of my own puzzle pieces in screen form…There is no visual representation other than the interpretation created by the words in the imagination of those who read.
save a tree…..
(background noise: slow tapping of drums, increasing rapidly in speed, creating an anticipating rush of sound to build tension... It has a real rat tat style of noise, just the snare alone)for a few measures.. suddenly silenced, by the sound of a lighter failing to ignite. The hands of the lighter holder rapidly attempt to click by antsy thumbs and fail)
Out. Black screen
(noise: a young woman, grunts mildly with a hint of despair, expressing distress).
(she anxiously but slowly cries out)
Close up: two tainted lips hold tightly a cigarette creating a frown in her bottom half of face, as it remains unlit (pause)
Close up: long cigarette with the sun shining down on it brightly. It’s a nice day outside, birds are singing, people are walking by smiling. Her hand holding the lighter has crimson red nail polish slightly chipped, and a thin silver thumb ring that the sun reflects off of blinding and bright. Sometimes the tips get burnt from a final spark, teasing her. The lighter fails helplessly to satisfy its one purpose.
EXT. BUS STOP GOING DOWNTOWN TO WORK. OUTSIDE A LOCAL COFFEE SHOP WINDOW.
Body shot: main character, long dirty blonde hair, messy from last night but has a golden shine to it, maintaining a random but controlled curl in a loose messy bun. She wears last nights makeup fixed up and stands with business casual all back attire. Her apron ties are hanging out of her light brown bag light
Fast Forward. A city bus with the title “DOWNTOWN” is heard before seen and comes turning down the street and instantly stops at the tips of her large and frumpy restaurant style no slip all black clogs. Stop fast forward. The doors open slowly.
Shot. focus on MAIN CHARACTER face. Her cigarette goes limp with disappointment, and unimpressed lips like a bad first kiss, and her eyebrows both raise sharply from irony.
(expecting her fate she calmly cries out)
Shot. Body shot behind the main character and the bus crowds the screen. She quickly puts the cigarette back into her pocket and bends her knees to the right and grabs her coffee to ride the bus. She is facing the bus and sighs largely before entering. Her left foot first.
Shot. Her foot about to step on the last step of the loud buzzing creature of the metro transportation devices.
TITLE FLASHES ON SCREEN IN BLACK BACKGROUND, WHITE TEXT AND A SONG TOO HARD TO PICK OUT NOW PLAYS!
This could take a while. ……but at least it was a try. So I randomly explained myself on the verge of awesomeness, with the cliff hanging view of my screen play beginnings. When it comes to editing, no this scene probably would get moved, changed, and twisted into something different. Obviously, it is seen as nothing great now, but in a complex entirety would be valuable to understanding the truth of the story. Holly, wood is word pair for a reason. The wood, represents something that can be carved, crafted, chopped. A product of something once only beautiful to certain people, now is something all can touch and admire. That’s why they are so good at making movies. Carving products out of generalized and safe notions based on what will be profitable. This is a short but simple idea about why this scene should be seen as not simple, but complex. Apply this short labor of creative thought to the idea of being able to show someone who you are, simply out of replaying, and recreating feelings, even if to others watching it may seem uninteresting.