Série noire
19 August 2005
Thank gahd it's Friday. It certainly feels like my list of things to-do has recently exploded and I am *very* much looking forward to knocking a few of those items off this weekend. This explosion of course has nothing to do with the recent state of design-crisis and more to do with... ok yes. My head has been completely submerged in CSS and pink. But really, if you could have your head submerged anywhere wouldn't it be in CSS and pink? Well OF COURSE it would!
On the agenda:
- Vacuum the sprinkly vanilla-scented stuff on the carpet. I just ♥ how my apartment smells after it's been recently vanillatacked.
- Love on Arnold Vosloo who you might recognize (but only after he takes off all his clothes) from the movie The Mummy. Cuz god damn.
- Shoot some photos for Wellington. The setting for his photo-needery is very film noir a la Paris circa 1930. It needs to be sexy, it needs to be dark, and it needs to be delicious. Artistic and dramatic. So here's what I'm thinking - I'll need a subject (aka, me) clad in dark, textured clothes. Possibly velvet, lace... maybe a little revealing in the backside? The subject will need to be in front of a window, looking pensive, and turning their head in awareness, toward the camera, as if someone has just walked in the room. If I can pull off smoke, as in, cigarette smoke, how fucking KICK ASS would that be?! I open the floor to other ideas if you guys have them. What is the visual manifestation of artistic, sensual, and very film noir a la Paris circa 1930? Please! Send help!!!, but no pressure of course.
- Go grocery shopping. My refrigerator is pathetic.
- Shoot 4 lovely puppies provided the weather cooperates. Yeah, not looking so much like it will.
- The laundry in my closet is starting to make growling sounds. You know, like the kind of sounds a monster makes before it ATTACKS YOU WITH ITS HUGE !FANGS! AND SNARLY TEETH!
- Investigate all the ways in which I can get The Tourist Guide™ to send me the new Mint Royale CD. Cuz damn it looks kick ass. And, well, I deserve it.
- Talk to my best friend if she can pull her head out of relationship's ass long enough to communicate with the land of the living! I know I don't have a penis but I'm really funny and pretty nice to look at as well. Call me?
- Sleep. I'm all tired 'n stuff but can rest easy with pink in my life. Finally.
Comments
1. Arnold Vosloo is hotter, than mega hotness and he is just so well freaking hott!!
2. The photos for Wellington: Seems like you have a pretty good idea. How about a black and white of a couple at a coffee shop (you know w/o the Starbucks sign blazing in the background), I have a very cool print that I love like that and it is very Parisian, or even a couple around a museum Frenching it up. You know me I'm all about the sensuality...
3. You totally stole my Brita water filter....but I do at least have a loaf of bread!
4. My laundry has already attacked and ran to the washer all by itself....but when you have tons of clothes who needs to wash *so* often!
5. Our resident LeSerialCynica...true indeed she has not appeared lately *humm* penis' have a way of doing that to women :)
I like the way you're thinking, Margaret, sounds good to me, and I have complete faith in your fabulousness (and exhibitionist tendencies) to be able to pull it off (oo-er) for El-Secreto-Cant-Mentiono-In-Here-o-Projecto.
And Char - cafes and museums won't cut it for this one, gotta have serious raunch factor - can't say why here (it's the Project That Shall Not Speak Its Name as I like being just Roger / Welly here), but Margaret or Steve can tell you confidentially if you're curious).
Nah, I haven't told Steve about *this* project so he doesn't know. But if you're curious Char just email me and we'll have a natter (that 'British English' for chat ;-).
Besides, where in the HELL would I find a couple to shoot? Everyone I know is a born again virgin *cough STEVE! cough*, too busy to call me *cough LE SERIAL CYNICA cough*, or all old 'n married. No no, this will be a secret squirrel Margaret shoot.
Paris -- 1930s? Existentialism was the emerging philosophy (not really recognised in the US until after WWII, despite Hemingway), so I suppose you need to capture that couldn't-give-a-fuck-because-I'm-out-for-myself attitude; perhaps with hard, confident, sneery but sexy expressions -- maybe helped along by a little too much lower-eye make-up to give a powerful, demented air. Hmm, I seem to be getting carried away. ;-)
Eh? What's all this rubbish about me?
Welly & Sophie,
Because I'm overtly curious I will definately email you once I get home! *tick,tock* damn work! I love things that have raunch factor, well because I'm a freak like that.
Steve,
Why so late??
char - yep, happy to clue you in on what this is for - just click on my name and the Magic Window of Curiousity will appear.
Wasn't existentialism the 1950s? Where was Jean Paul Sartre in 1935...? Anywhere near Paris? I know more about the surrealists, might stick with what I'm familiar...
Sartre spent most of the late 30's in either the French Army or the Resistance. He wrote Being and Nothingness, which is often credited with jumpstarting existentialism, in 1943.
Yes. I really spend too much time reading dead, French philosophers. And yes, I've actually read Being (and liked it).
wow... we're discussing French existentialist philosophers in Margaret's blog! *just pinching myself to make sure I'm awake*
Wow, only on sopheava.com (the height of sophistication) can one get away with talking about penises, naked men, and existentialist French philosophers all on the same post.