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sassmill · 8 months
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Fuck it I’m about to add historical costume consultant to my resume
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blitterblues · 2 years
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if byler isnt real then how come blue meets yellow in the west
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sausage-rolll · 2 months
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The amount of times I said something along the lines of "They would not fucking do/say that!" while watching the live action atla series is insane. It felt so weird to watch because the acting was pretty fantastic and the set design/costumes weren't bad for the most part either, but the writing and direction itself was painfully bad.
I think King Bumi is probably one of the worst offenders of being written completely ass backwards, which is a shame because the guy portraying him did a great job and I think he would have made a fantastic Bumi if the writing was better.
It feels like they missed the entire point of his character. They took his goofy/slightly mad front from the original show and dialled it up to 11 all the while completely ignoring all the nuance behind that front.
Bumi isn't just the mad king they portray him as in the live action, he's a mad genius. Despite his quirks, he's a fucking fantastic fighter and a brilliant ruler. Despite what you may believe from first impressions, it really does feel like he always knows what he's doing.
Even when he's being antagonistic towards the gang in the show, he's never actually putting them in significant danger. The crystals he trapped Katara and Sokka in were ultimately harmless and all the trials he gives Aang were more akin to games than anything. Even when he fights Aang in his episode he's very clearly not giving it his all, as seen when he single handily takes back his city from the fire nation during the eclipse and when he takes back Ba Sing Se with a small group during Sozins comet, when the opposing forces would have been at their most powerful. My point is that if he actually wanted to beat book 1 Aang, he could wipe the floor with him easily. But this version is fucking furious with Aang (wrongfully so this time around because he explicitly did not run away from his duties in the live action) And very much seems like he wants to cause Aang as much pain as possible, but can barely manage to land a hit on him when he's not pulling cheap tricks with the crystals.
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I'm getting very side tracked but god damn it! This is the man Aang eventually decides to name one of his children after. Their friendship was so sweet and meaningful in the original. Bumi was such an interesting character in the original! And all of that meaning is lost here.
Ironically in an attempt to make Bumi's arc more dramatic and dark, they ended up making it significantly less interesting, along with also missing major parts of his character.
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sleepboysummer · 2 months
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why u guys should love usi theatre rtc as much as i do
and why it might be my favorite production design of all time (whaat) (including original tours) (insane)
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first off. this LIGHTING DESIGN OH MY LORDDD. jane being sent home... look at those stars..
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tiny ocean lovers come get your food
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janey is also tiny. just look at her. she is 1inch tall
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speaking of jane... dark hair jane with braids....
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and ribbons...
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HER SKIRT IS SPINNY LOOK AT HER :3
also the girls in talia have ribbons that they dance with.
(and there is an actress playing talia and it is beautifully choreographed but enough said there i will let you see that for yourself..)
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spacedolls enjoyers. here you go.
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marionette jane enjoyers !!!! here you go!!!
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noel with a long blonde ponytail. he lets his hair down and wears a corset and garters in noels lament. and monique is SO cool in this song basically they have a separate actress play monique behind him (almost shadowing noel) and they mirror each others movements. its his fantasy real and in person oh my LORDDD
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each costume is super customized to each character.. every one is individual..
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this SET you guys this SET oh my GOD i am wowed... please if theres one thing from this production you remember let it be this set
and now. you guys might not be ready.
INDIVIDUAL FUCKING TURNTABLES
LOOK AT HOW IMPRESSIVE THIS IS
NO OTHER RTC PRODUCTION HAS EVER BEEN STAGED LIKE THIS. IS THIS NOT AMAZING TO U GUYS
THIS TECH IS INCREDIBLE I AM FLOORED JAW ON THE GROUND OBSESSED WITH THIS PRODUCTION
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mochinek0 · 4 months
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Daminette December 2023: 11-School Play
Damian was frustrated. Marinette had volunteered herself to help with the school's play costumes. She was too busy afterschool, now. She couldn't spend time with him like before. They couldn't paint or go to cafés. They couldn't go to the park. So he decided to take food to her dorm.
Marinette was startled when someone began to bang on her door.
'What the fuck?'
Marinette opened the door and was shocked Damian was the one trying to break her door down. Without a word, he barreled his way inside.
"Damian, what are you doing here?" Marinette questioned, closing the door.
"It's Thursday." he answered, "We eat curry on Thursdays and since you weren't answering, I brought it here."
Marinette watched as he set the food on the coffee table. He kept eyeing her fabric and then going back to taking their food out of the paper bags.
'When did I last spend time with him? I think it's been about two weeks.'
Mari smiled, "Sorry, Damian. I've been so busy and I do forget to check my phone, when I get lost in my work."
"Did you do your homework?" he asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"All of it?" he pushed.
The designer winced, "Sort of."
"Curry and then homework." Damian stated.
"But-" she argued.
"Then you can finish." he persuaded.
"Damian-" Marinette began.
"Tomorrow is Friday. I will get you coffee at night, if you do the homework." Damian declared.
Marinette nodded and sat next to him, looking at the food.
"You're the best." she whispered.
"How much longer do you have to work on the play?" Damian asked.
"Over the weekend and partial of next week." Mari winced.
Damian just sighed before taking a bite of his food.
"I'm sorry that I've been too busy for you." Marinette spoke.
Damian flinched, realizing she had come to the conclusion all on his own.
"I am simply making sure you are eating and sleeping." he declared, "How many more do you have to work on?"
Marinette answered, "I only have five more dresses. I have all of their measurements and they are simple off the shoulder, knee length dresses with faux fur trim. If I work this weekend on them, they'll all be finished. The only thing I'll have to worry about at school is the fittings and if anything needs last minute repair."
"Good." the Wayne heir grumbled.
Marinette smiled softly. She had no idea that when she volunteered to help with the Winter school play, that Damian would get so jealous.
"I'm glad I chose to do this." she whispered.
Damian stopped mid-bite and stared at her.
"At my old school," Marinette spoke, "I would have been forced to do it. Here, I volunteered and they paid me for all of the material. My old school never would have paid me, just told me I was doing 'my job'."
Damian stopped eating and closer to her.
"As long as they arent taking advantage of you." Damian replied, as he continued eating.
"No." Mari said, "I would have quit. No more weak Marinette."
She saw Damian smirk in between his bites.
"Tell you what." Marinette announced, "The next time I think of helping, I'll let you know so you can help me stay organized."
"Deal." Damian answered.
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I am adoring all of these polls and gif sets and just being fed so many hot vintage people. As someone who really hasn’t watched very many classics, are there any movies you’d recommend for someone just starting to dip their toes in older media but unsure where to start?
Sure! I don't want to sway any voting, but I'll put an incomplete list of favorites that involve hot men not still in the bracket below the cut.
Something to note that applies to most of these old movies—older movies have different pacing than modern movies, so some of these might seem really slow or weird to start. There are also different ways of framing gender and agency, for better and for worse. I've italicized the ones that I think are the best for starting with, but go with whatever genre/aesthetic sounds best.
The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Basil Rathbone)—a circus performer working for a quasi-Robin Hood infiltrates the royal court. Fun comedy that's incredibly accessible and still so light on its feet. Swordfighting, glamorous medieval costumes, court intrigues, and silly accents.
Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly)—fun polyamorous musical comedy. The dancing is incredible, but so is the sense of joy and camaraderie between Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds. Genuinely captures the feeling of hanging out with your best friends. 1920s Hollywood, big movie studios, backstage drama, goofy hijinks.
The Adventures of Robin Hood (Errol Flynn, Basil Rathbone)—classic swashbuckler/romance. It could read a little slow to modern tastes but the action scenes are absolutely killer, as is the sentiment of seeing little guys pull down big capitalists evil monarchs. Swashbuckling, labor activists merry men hanging out in the woods, hot men in tights, social commentary swords, a Maid Marian who really holds her own and falls in love with the socialist
Charade (Cary Grant)—thriller/romantic comedy. Audrey Hepburn's husband dies and leaves her a hidden inheritance, and she's racing some skeevy characters to find it. A little bit scary but mostly charming and gorgeous, and you can find it high quality virtually anywhere because they fucked up the copyright trademark in the opening credits. Romance, murders, Paris, 1960s fashion, chases in the night.
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (Dick Van Dyke)—this movie is divisive for some reason—I personally like peace, love, and joy, so it makes the list. This is a James Bond movie if James Bond had two kids, lived in a windmill in the south of England, and was into cottagecore inventions more than martinis and racism. This is very much a kids' movie so go in with that expectation, but enjoy the gorgeous production design, the wonderfully silly performances, and Lionel Jeffries pulling out every stop as an insane old man. Dick Van Dyke has excellent DILF energy. Magical cars, big musical vibes, fun inventions, and romantic fantasy.
To Be Or Not To Be (Jack Benny)—comedy/drama. A ragtag Warsaw theatre troupe stands off against the Gestapo after the invasion of Poland. TW for Nazis, obviously, but overall this is a comedy with some heft, and kind of shocking to be this ballsy about fucking hating Hitler's guts in the 1940s. Hambone actors, Shakespeare, spies, 1930s gowns. It's been a minute since I watched it so I don't think there are any TWs here, but go forth with caution.
Witness for the Prosecution (Tyrone Power)—mystery/legal drama based off an Agatha Christie story. The performances are campy fun and the twist would be at home in something like Knives Out. Big dramatics, hambones, lots of talking, a bit of a mindbender.
The Lady Vanishes (Michael Redgrave)—mystery/suspense/romantic comedy. It's a little slow to start but roll with it—once the action moves to the train the pacing really picks up. This gets slotted as a thriller sometimes but it's much funnier and gentler than that. There's some period-typical snarkiness directed at anyone Foreign™ by some of the British characters; the British characters are also made fun of. Trains, British people, international shenanigans, mystery, and humor.
All About Eve (absolutely none of these hot men, lots of hot women though)—a legendary actress fights for her life against the rising star who supplants her. Big drama, big performances, lots of gasp! and dahling! and vicious little quips. New York, theatre pronounced theahhtah, drama queens and plotting.
The Philadelphia Story (James Stewart, Cary Grant)—talk-heavy comedy, lots of quick banter and period transatlantic accent fun. It's a bit shouty and conflict-heavy at times, but I don't think James or Cary have ever been hotter, and Katherine Hepburn is just wow. Very funny dialogue, relatable characters, incredibly hot across the board. There is one instance of a racial slur (not directed at anyone but still there) and one shove. Some people won't like the discussion of Hepburn's character's choices as a daughter and a wife. With all of these movies you'll see a a range of how female characters are presented and treated, and while some period movies fall hard for sexist tropes, I personally think the performances, direction, and subtext of many of these films actually prioritizes the experiences of the female characters and shows them as living, breathing people, even if they're not framed the way they would be today.
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huevobuevo · 7 months
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hello generation loss enjoyers. it has been several months since the release of ranboos project, how have yall been? im going to be insane.
Many folks have known me as the lminal space connosieur, dead malls and fucked up houses in particular being my strongsuit for both their sex appeal and the amount of symbolism they can all hold.
Watching Gen Loss with my friends through a hostage situation was a wonderful experience! upon the reveal of the Showfall Media offices being inside a rented out mall, there was a split second where I was a bit unamused at the lack of effort put into integrating the mall's architecture into the studio's office. There were only a few empty stores being used with at the bare minimum some chairs and desks, half the mall was still closed, the mini maps stands were still up, and the food court's usage as the streamers hub was very just. like. thats a whole ass food court. without the people walking around the only way to actually know what the hel this was being used for was the giant white banner that just said showfall media like a fraternity's house claiming its territory.
But then, as the episode 2 closed out, almost instantly it hit me why. why the mall was still a mall, why there was little to no integration for the set- it was on purpose. it was supposed to just be a studio crammed inside a mall. a dead mall, to be precise.
first lets get into the anatomy of what makes a dead mall dead. Around the 1980's a rise in popularity of the commercial supermalls began to spread, the american consumerist dream was rampant with a greater demand of fast fashion, merchandise, and all kinds of strange trinkets for the average american to waste their money on. It was capitalism's wettest dream, but as the years went on there came a steady decline in popularity. Sometimes the competing businesses ended up putting each other out of stock, maybe the trends began dying off, and in certain areas consistent crime rates drove away costumers.
Then in the mid 2000's the stock market crash ended up pushing several people into poverty, the lower class unable to afford the luxury goods offered at shopping centers. Then online shopping took society in a deathgrip, further pushing away the desire for in-public purchasing. Brands took notice and began selling online-exclusive products. In the late 2010's the sightings of several "dead malls" were on an alltime high, some being left to rot while others were demolished all together in favor of empty concrete spaces.
Corporate response to this was one of two things; continously invest in the "Anchor Stores" (big chain stores like Macys or Forever 21 that brought in more customers, usually stationed at the ends of the mall). Meanwhile the smaller businesses inside would be shut down one by one to save costs, until eventually the anchor stores themselves would be forced to leave. Sometimes the Anchor Stores would leave beforehand, not wanting to waste money investing in a deadend location. the decline is faster, the mall rots quicker. The company sells the lot to the biggest buyer and destroys what little remains.
Then there are times where the mall itself is sold off to another bigger company, in hopes of more funds to rejuvenate the center. Majority of the time the mall will enter a large reconstruction designed to look more appealing, mor modern. In actually, the personality of the malls architecture is stripped like the skin of prey. The colors and vibrant shapes of the late 1900’s, the waterfalls with rocky beds and marbled beige tiles, all replaced in favor of sharp black on white edge and stainless steel fencing. The occasional shrub here or there, maintained by automation. Lights too bright, all glimmer, all space. Sometimes it works, sometimes the mall is reborn as the pinnacle of luxury again! Sometimes it rots in shiny chrome, a corpse dragged along in the hopes of attracting attention. All it does is stink and bloat, a miserable display.
I hope you begin to catch what im saying.
In Generation Loss, the Showfield Social Experiments are commentary on streamer culture and the damaging relationship between a content creator & their platform. Visualized by Ranboo being pushed into dangerous scenarios for the sake of entertainment, their disposable friends forced into the flat archetypes the fandoms have labeled them as.
They were all vibrant young folks once, bright with personality and that raw humanity filled with flaws and voice cracks. Shitty microphones and inconsistent uploads, some were barely finishing high school. Then they became big, almost too big. They were characters now, and just like Ranboo’s teammates the perception of them as humans were dumbed down to memorable trademarks. Streamers and Content Creators alike had to be marketable now, and when the time comes where they lost their popularity sometimes they sign off to groups and organizations to help boost them up again. They are stripped of their rawness again. Theres a reason their artforms are called “content”.
So it makes sense that Showfall Media, the personification of the content creators downfall, would do the same to a Mall. The corpse of the center is repurposed loosely to fit the studios purpose. It is empty, it is hollow, it is dead. Low costs, big risks- just like Gen Loss Ranboo.
basically
Content Creators are Dead Malls.
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¡ATENTION WOT FANS! THIS IS IMPORTANT
So, in my real life (outside of this app) I’m a journalist and content creator on social media where I talk about films and television. And I’ve ben given the INCREDIBLE opportunity to VISIT THE SET OF 'THE WHEEL OF TIME' for the promotion of it’s second season. (I know, it’s absolutely fucking insane, can’t believe this is happening and I want to throw up everytime I think about it)
Aaaaaand, given that the actors and writers are on strike, I’ll maaaybe get the chance to interview some of the crew members!!! (AM I ACTUALLY SAYING THESE WORDS WTF??!!??) Costume designer Isis Mussenden and production designer Ondrej Nekvasil are amongst the interview options!
I’m a fan of the show and I’m currently reading the books so I’ve written down some questions of my own BUT I wanted to reach out to you (the hardcore fandom), to personally ask you if there’s any questions about the upcoming season that you would like to get answered? I want to make videos that are relevant and enjoyable for the fans, because at the end of the day you guys are the ones that make this show possible❤️
So, if you have any questions LEAVE THEM IN THE REPLIES BELLOW for a chance to get them answered and be featured in the interview video!! The questions can be about anything, just let me know what is it that occupies your WOT-loving minds🙌🏻
Thank you in advance for your incredible questions and I’ll let you know when the video is up!! (Or if I end up not getting an interview I’ll also let you guys know) ✨
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adobe-outdesign · 2 years
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DHMIS Series Liveblog/Initial Thoughts
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Episode 1:
The trio can harmonize surprisingly well
Hearing Red shout was the most jarring part of the episode
It’s interesting how there are parallels to the main series. Red’s connection to phones, the two aging (like at the end of 2), Bird’s eye getting gouged out (that’s like the third time), and, of course, Bird being vored at least once
Someone call the phone numbers. I’d do it but they’re British
I love that briefcase. might be my new favorite teacher
Much like the main series, there’s some great symbolism/meaning to the insanity. I love “you can be anything you want to do” in particular, as well as how Red’s laziness is rewarded while Bird’s efforts are ignored
Episode 2:
Bird/Duck calling himself a crow-like thing is probably a nod to the early fandom days, where he was often mistaken as a crow and it was also used as his nickname for a bit
Think this goes without saying but Bird being dead and having his organs removed parallels ep. 5
I made a joke about the David thing and what that means so I won’t do it again
Always headcanoned Red’s mouth as being terrifying, glad to see that’s been validated
This show is fucking hysterical, they keep getting me when I least expect it
“ew claymation“ JFLKADJS;
the claymation is gorgeous. in fact the whole series is gorgeous
Can I adopt Stain they’re adorable
the Bird that died had maggots so that was Actual Bird. there’s negative continuity here though so that might not matter
glad to see the lamp finally sobered up
Bird’s obsession with the military references ep 2 of the OG series. there’s a black and white photo of him in the military in the BG
the thing with the coffin was hysterical. annoyed the teacher into submission
Episode 3
the ending fucking GOT ME aljdfskl; could they have cut that more perfectly
rare instance of Bird being the straightman instead of Red
confirmed, Bird is the dad and Red and Yellow are siblings. makes perfect sense
once again, phones are bad news
I love how skanked up those human puppets are with the janky eyes
probably the creepiest episode so far in terms of setting
unexpected Roy cameo
this series is impeccably paced. I feel like I’ve been watching for hours but it’s only been and hour and a half
Episode 4
HOW IS THIS SHOW SO FUCKING FUNNY two minutes in and I’m in hysterics already
“keep an eye on grease fire” alkdsjf. also Bird’s window thing was a nod to the second episode when Yellow was remembering him yelling at it for not respecting him
the name bit klakfdjflsa
let Red say fuck
let Bird say dick
weird seeing Colin not killing people
love how the worm eagle is not malicious so much as a fucking simp
Bird is both completely unhinged and also the funniest character in this show
weird wholesome Colin moment
if there’s a worm in your brain, pro tip: go to sleep or shower
Episode 5
I just realized that there are at least three episodes in this show where the teacher fucking dies
Red’s interview on It’s Nice That stated that he loved extreme sports so this isn’t surprising
the guy in the train costume is having a great time
the Clayhill reference fajlkds. this is nothing but in jokes and I love it
“they’re not here” “aw what” AJDFKSL;A; THE SHOW CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH BEING THIS FUNNY
padlock canon and their kid is whatever the fuck that is. sure why the fuck not
Bird rests his head on Yellow’s shoulder to sleep and that’s adorable
Red just chucks Roy out the window. the correct response
the simulation thing is probably a nod to the main series, which literally took place in a TV
what the fuck was that ending. I sense plotish stuff
Episode 6
I think this is an AU that parallels the original series. so like the original series was a TV show, this is another fabrication. it doesn’t seem to be by Roy this time but that clown thing
love the design of this teacher a lot
this kind of parallels Red’s awareness in ep 6. of the original shorts
once again, the teachers get fucking dunked on. refreshing
oh I noticed the train teacher’s license plate said Lesley earlier. I just assumed that was the teacher’s name
I SUPER do not like the meat teacher running by like that
I also SUPER do not like Lesley outbursts, this is def the most eerie episode
Okay, shitpost thoughts aside, that was incredible (though that’s not surprising; I expect nothing less than Becky and Joe). The animation, puppetry, and sets? Impeccable. The humor? Probably the funniest thing I’ve seen all year. The surreal horror? On point. I am so, so glad we got this series on top of the already perfect original series.
Compared to the original series, this series is a lot funnier and probably less scary as a whole, though it does have its moments. It does an excellent job of expanding upon the original characters personalities and makes them pretty darn endearing. The plot does seem looser (which I’ll talk about below), but they may have planned for a potential second season. I would say that as a whole the original series is better (creepier, hits harder, more satisfying plot and resolution), but A) that was a goddamn masterpiece and I’d be impressed if anything topped it and B) this is still incredible in its own right.
I’ll need to chew on the plot more, but my initial guess is that this is an AU (the wall calendar says June 20 but the characters are their original colors, the teachers are nicer, and Roy is creepy but doesn’t appear to be controlling everything, nor does everything seem to take place in a TV like the original series).
Rather, I think this is telling a similar story to the original series, but in a different way. I noted some of the parallels above, such as Bird’s death, the world being fabricated, and the whole last episode is similar to 6, but with Yellow being the one who “woke up” in place of Red and Lesley replacing Roy. The teachers also don’t appear to be virtual simulations like in the original series.
So in this series, this Lesley character controls everything. She may just be a stand-in for Becky herself, or she may be a new character with her own backstory and reasons for doing this; we’ll probably have to wait and see (the book that was shredded probably would’ve explained this). Just like the original series, the world the puppets live in is fake, sort of a meta commentary on the show itself. It’s worth noting that unlike Roy, Lesley doesn’t seem to be killing the puppets and has a fondness for them to some extent. Make of that what you will.
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subzeroparade · 6 months
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What's a ballet with real snazzy costume work, in your humble and/or professional opinion? c:
Oh, you’ve activated my trap card - asking about costume design and ballet and not expecting me to barf up the entirety of my PhD. I’ve also done work on the ballet blancs costumes (Giselle and La Sylphide specifically) but they are interesting on a theoretical level and not so much visually, so I’ll skip that.
So here are some personal favs of mine - the highlights, if you will. Caveat: long post, and mostly limited to the work of the Ballets Russes, because they are my longtime obsession and I think (and have argued) for their role in fundamentally changing stage and costume design (to say nothing of dance, and George Balanchine can sit the fuck down). I didn’t put that in my thesis but I wanted to.
Anyway tldr in the first decade of the 20th century a troupe of dancers from the Russian Imperial Ballet (later the Mariinsky) travelled through Europe under impresario Serge Diaghilev, for what became known as the Saisons Russes, or Russian Seasons. They performed both opera and ballet, and are probably best remembered today (if at all) as the troupe that danced the premier of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring and caused a riot at the Theatre des Champs Elysées. The eminent artists that worked with them include Debussy, Cocteau, Picasso, Chanel - and these are only a few recognisable names. But my focus was primarily on the Russian roots of the ballet, in their visual language and presentation of gender and nationality, more precisely around the work of artist Leon Bakst and dancer Vaslav Nijinsky. 
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Second image of Nijinsky from Le Dieu Bleu, and Bakst’s set design from Scheherazade (1911). These are mainly photos and scans I have from the year I spent in the archives of the Palais Garnier (the Paris Opera) where all the good stuff is.
The crux of why these costumes are insanely interesting to me is because they are very specific to their time - they are a product of a resurgence in nationalist interests in Russian art (Diaghilev ran Mir Isskustva and worked with Savva Mamontov before he organised the BR) as well as a carefully crafted, highly artificial presentation of Otherness, expressly destined for export to the west. French audiences in the first decade of the 20th century (because there is a stark cut-off at the beginning of WW1) still had an appetite for Orientalism, despite their flagging colonial power. What the Russians brought them was compelling mix of performative Orientalism just vague enough to be appealing and fantastical, visually intriguing, and refreshing to a society that had otherwise come to recognise itself as decadent, fallen “victim” to modernity. In the athletic virtuosity of Russian bodies, Bakst’s exotic visual language and the soaring music of Rimsky-Korsakov and Stravinsky, the French devoured what they deemed a sort of noble savagery (yes, that kind). Despite the oversaturation of Orientalism in painting throughout the 19th century, the French identified a kind of masculine vigour and freedom in these live performances they found they themselves lacked, and longed for. Primitivism, as demonstrated in myriad ways by the BR, was for them a way to reconnect with a virility that they felt modernity had stolen, or at the very least, weakened. If you think this sounds eerily akin to the discourse around mounting desire for war to “cleanse” or “reset” Europe during that same period, you are right. 
A few of Bakst’s lesser known designs from the archive, for context (including a reprod by Barbier which I don’t have the OG of but is saved in my Bakst folder so please take my word for it). I have a thousand more of these but tumblr has an image limit per post 😤
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Tamara Karsavina, who often performed with Nijinsky, and one of my most beloved historical figures. The existence of a strong classical ballet cirruculumin the UK today is in part thanks to her. 
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One of her most famous roles, as the Firebird:
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Nijinsky is by far the most interesting figure to come out of the BR. He combined virtuosity and strength (that most audiences identified as masculine) with a glittering, joyful, and expressive queerness on stage (and off). Some of his greatest roles are expressly feminine in their costume design: Le Spectre de La Rose, for example.
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There’s a colorised version of this out there where you can see every pink rose petal on him.
While others are much more decorative but still markedly Orientalist (or Russian-Orientalist): Le Dieu Bleu, La Peri, Les Orientales, L’Oiseaux de Feu. 
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This last image above is not, the last I saw it, in a private collection. It hangs above the vestibule of the Palais Garnier archives (also Napoleon’s private hangout room) where it faces the sort of “diptych” version that features Karsavina, and on occasion I would stand below them and weep quietly).
Either way, there is an argument to be made about Nijinsky’s physicality and, more importantly nationality as a kind of avenue of permission through which the French could admire both his beauty and athleticism and even, to a degree, imagine themselves in his place while still maintaining that safe distance of Otherness.  
But I would argue that his greatest role was the Golden Slave in Scheherazade, a wild, erotic orientalist fantasy that has little to nothing to do with the actual tale of Scheherazade. In it, Nijinsky - bejewelled, wild, ecstatic, (and yeah often in blackface) - cavorts with Zobeide, the Sultan’s favourite, in a very sexually explicit storyline. Both characters are equally decorative in their costumes, and both, in real life, were recognisably queer(ed) figures. It’s Scheherazade in particular that helped accelerate an obsessive trend in fashion (Paul Poiret was at the centre) for Orientalist design. Bakst himself did some silhouettes that are hard to distinguish from his costume design, and through the remarkable illustrations by Paul Iribe, Georges Lepape and Georges Barbier, we can see some of the blatant repetition of motif and silhouette in these ensembles that are designed, among other things, to be worn to the theatre. 
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3rd and 5th are depictions of costumes of the Firebird and Zobeide respectively; the rest are fashion plates. This doesn’t even include the lampshade dress - which I don’t have a handy picture of, but have seen in real life - that is a pretty blatant melange of the Firebird and Zobeide, as designed by Poiret. Below is one of my favourite examples: A woman in a lampshade-style dress, standing against a backdrop not unlike Bakst’s set design above, attended by a archetypal oriental servant wearing Nijinsky’s Golden Slave costume.
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These motifs also proliferated in advertisements and in all kinds of other consumer products (perfumes, for example, and decorative objects). Thus, there’s a performative aim in wearing these designs that I read as a sort of pseudo-kinetic empathy (and can funnnily enough probably be compared to cosplay). There is an attempt here to channel what is being presented onstage, to reenact it, to physically embody it, in the way that fashion is, at its core, a tool through which to construct identity. That the French pulled inspiration from an openly queer man leaping across the stage dripping in jewels, and from femme fatal-style odalisques, says a lot about the visual and cultural impact the BR had on the theatre-going public at the time.
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You can see in these fan designs by Paquin some pretty obvious references to the BR aesthetic: L’apres-midi d’un faune, Daphnis et Chloe, Scheherazade, even a little Le Pavillon d’Armide in that first one. 
Nijinsky was not the only one to queer the stage: despite not being a dancer trained to the level of the BR troupe, Ida Rubinstein, no doubt purposefully channelling Sarah Bernhardt, was also a beloved stage presence, whether as the sly harem favourite Zobeide or as the strikingly androgynous St Sebastian, gayest of saints. 
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This is not to say there haven’t been wonderful and brilliant costume designs since - and quite a few known fashion designers working alongside dance companies, to great success or otherwise. I will, however, shoutout my favourite contemporary work: Akram Khan’s Giselle, which has everything and yet nothing to do with Adolph Adam’s 1842 piece. I don’t even want to post pictures because the costumes of the nobles (the landowners, in this very apocalyptically late-stage capitalist version) are so fucking breathtaking in relation to the overall design, and their entrance itself is probably one of the most spectacular parts of the ballet, that all I can say is just see it. Or buy the dvd. What Khan does gesturally is beyond words, what Vincenzo Lamagna does with Adam’s original score is visceral and haunting and churns my insides. I make a point to see it live at least once a season when it’s touring with the ENB, and I will do so until it leaves the repertory or until I die. It’s my contemporary Scheherazade. It’s a gesamtkunstwerk. 
Tldr Leon Bakst is one of the greatest costume designers of the 19th and 20th century and criminally underrated. 
It’s not ballet, and it’s not the sumptuous costumes from Boris Godunov, but as a bonus here’s my favourite image of opera star Fedor Chaliapine as Ivan the Terrible.
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Age Of Consent [part six]
Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 2,500
What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.
A/N: *The Reason by Hoobastank plays on repeat* I'm laughing. Anyways, have another flashback to the day of graduation. I feel like this is the one we've all been waiting for. There's a reference in here to the reader's Halloween costume- keep in mind that she is a theater nerd who spent four years designing sets and costumes. The reference is linked if you want a visual.
Read Part Five || Read Part Seven
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Eddie didn't sleep that night.
It wasn't for lack of trying. But with only a few hours until he had to be in Mrs. O'Donell's class and you heavy on his mind, it just wasn't happening. He felt like he was so close tonight; so, so close to finally getting what he wanted- but that was just it, wasn't it? It was what he wanted, not what you wanted.
Maybe there was still something there, he certainly felt like there was; it was all in the way that you looked at him, the way you could not stop smiling, asking him to come back to your place. He couldn't just be imagining that, right? He truly didn't know anymore, you were quite literally driving him insane.
"That day at graduation, I just couldn't do it anymore."
Those ten words repeated over and over through Eddie's mind. He remembered your graduation, he knew he had fucked up the moment that he saw you charging towards him in your cap and gown; diploma in your hand, heels getting stuck in the wet, dewy grass underneath the bleachers. Actually, thinking back, he knew he had fucked up well before that.
He had tried his hardest to pull himself together, he got all dressed up; white button-down shirt, his best pair of black slacks- he even washed his hair. Sure, he was trying in all of the ways that didn't matter, but he was still trying. Of course, he'd rather be wearing a cap and gown. He'd rather be walking across that stage, getting his diploma, and starting his life with you in whatever city you decided on. He wanted that more than anything, but clearly not enough to do the work.
Eddie knew what was coming. He could see it in the way you had been looking at him the last few weeks. He heard it in the tone of your voice. He felt it when you didn't spend the night with him on the weekends and stopped asking him to come over. He had been bracing for the impact for about a month now.
Defensively, he began to act out; pushing you away to make it easier for himself. If he could come out of this having been able to convince himself that it wasn't actually his fault, he would be okay. It would be better to put the blame on you. You didn't want him because he wasn't good enough and he didn't fit into your agenda. It definitely wasn't because of anything he did.
"Seriously?" You asked as you approached him. He was standing there, leaning up against one of the metal beams with red, hazy eyes and a joint in his hand. "Get yourself expelled, why don't you?"
You had grabbed the joint out of his hand and tossed it to the ground, stomping it out. He frowned and reached for you, but you stepped back out of his reach.
"Baby," he whined making grabby hands at you. "Look at you, you look so cute."
"Eddie, stop." He could tell you were annoyed, you had every right to be. "Did you even watch the ceremony?"
"Wh- of course I did!"
"Really?" You were seething, knowing that he was lying. "Then tell me why I looked everywhere for you when I crossed that stage and you weren't there."
Eddie sighed and looked up away from you, his head hitting against the metal beam. This was it. This was the drop of the metaphorical shoe. He had finally done it. Somehow, he had not only nailed himself shut in that coffin, but he had buried himself alive, as well. The look on your face broke him; the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to ruin the little bit of makeup that you had on.
"Look at me, Eddie." He wouldn't, he refused. "This is over. Please don't call, don't show up at my house- I never want to see you again, I mean it."
He turned his face out of view from you, not wanting you to see the tears in the corners of his eyes. In his peripheral, he could see you still standing there, but he couldn't face you. Without another word, you turned around and left. He wanted to run after you, make a thousand promises that he wasn't ready to keep, but he couldn't. Deep down inside he knew, though it would take him two years to admit it, you were right.
Dustin slammed his tray down on the lunch table, causing Eddie to jump from his thoughts. He slammed the little, plastic straw through his juice box with more force than needed and Eddie could tell the kid knew something.
"So, my sister was crying in her room at 4:00 AM." The younger kid began. "Would you care to explain to the class how you let that happen after I set up the perfect night for you?"
"It's over, man." Eddie sighed.
The table was shocked.
"Over!?" One of the kids at the table yelled.
"What do you mean it's over!?" Mike asked.
"It's done," Eddie shrugged. "This was fucking stupid."
Dustin huffed, shaking his head, refusing to believe that this would be the end. Dustin had only seen you cry three times- when your dad died, about two years ago, and last night. You were his sister, and he wasn't blind, he knew you loved Eddie. He was so goddamn optimistic and sure about it that it made Eddie sick.
"It's not over," your brother said firmly looking his older friend in the eye. "It's not. I was there for most of last night, I have eyes. She was totally, madly, in love!"
Eddie shook his head. "It's different now, man. You wouldn't understand."
Not wanting to discuss it further, Eddie grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder before stomping off towards the parking lot. He muttered to himself the whole way, mocking your brother and scolding himself, prompting a couple of strange looks from the other students. He could hear Dustin calling out from behind him, but Eddie just kept going, making a beeline for his van.
"Eddie!" Dustin called, having followed him out into the parking lot. "Will you please stop for a damn second!?"
"What do you want, Henderson?" He ferociously unlocked the van and threw his backpack across the driver's seat into the passenger side floorboard. "Look, what part of 'I'm done' don't you understand?"
"I get it, I get it!" Dustin held his hands up in defense. "I just- I think that you're making a mistake." He admitted. "So, in the case that you come to agree with me, she's going to Jackie's Haskell's Halloween party next Saturday."
Eddie hated parties. He was only ever invited, not because people wanted to spend time with him or actually be his friend, but because of what he could provide to them given the right price. Jackie Haskell's Halloween party was no exception. He had a little over a week to figure out what he was going to say to you but actually saying it was a different story.
He sat in his van for almost 45 minutes, hands clammy, knee nervously bouncing as he watched the yard become more and more crowded with kids and red plastic cups. Turning around and going home was still an option, he didn't even care about losing out on a couple of sales. After the last time that he saw you, Eddie wasn't sure what to do. What would he even say? An apology wouldn't be good enough, he already knew that. This was definitely a mistake on his part.
He could feel the bass of the stereo system reverberating through him as he made his way closer to the front door. If he was going to turn around and leave, this was his chance.
"Come on, Steve," It was your voice. "It's ABBA, you can't not dance to ABBA!"
There you were, walking right past him, drink in one hand and Steve Harrington's hand in the other. Yeah, this was definitely a mistake. Still, Eddie stayed where he was, watching you from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. You were so stunningly beautiful and stood out from every other person at that party. He couldn't help but smile as you danced, mouthing the words to what he knew was one of your favorite songs.
You threw an arm over Steve's shoulder as the next song came on, taking another long sip of your drink. His chest tightened at the sight of the physical contact, and suddenly his mind was filled with the thought that you had moved on. Suddenly, he wasn't having a good time. Thankfully, one of the kids from the party approached him to make a sale and he had a chance to excuse himself.
Eddie lingered outside once he was finished with his sale, hoping a cigarette, the cool air, and another beer would calm his nerves. Meanwhile, inside, you were beginning to feel dizzy. The room was spinning and it felt like you could feel the alcohol in your stomach sloshing around. It wasn't a particularly good feeling, plus you were burning up.
"I need some air, it's so hot in here," you mentioned to Steve who nodded in response.
The party had been exactly what you needed to forget about Eddie. Despite the fact that you were thinking about him now. The music and alcohol drowned most of it out, though. And it was nice to see Steve, you didn't get to hang out with him as much after you both graduated. He was constantly working, as were you, and with classes as Hawkins Community College, it was just hard to make the time.
There wasn't a line of guys waiting to dance with you, but Steve- who was somehow strangely close to your brother- was an exception. Maybe in another life you'd have dated him, but the truth was that the two of you just had absolutely nothing in common. Still, it was nice to dance with someone and just let go.
You stumbled out the front door and clunked yourself down on the concrete with a heavy sigh and pulled off your heels. They definitely weren't your favorite type of footwear, but a pair of Chuck's would have ruined your costume. Your feet arched upon being freed from their uncomfortable prisons and you sighed with relief.
"Ziegfeld Girl," you looked to your right to see none other than Eddie Munson leaning up against the side of the house. Your eyes subconsciously rolled and you cursed under your breath. Here you were, having consumed way too much alcohol, alone in someone's front yard with your ex-boyfriend. Perfect. "You make that yourself?"
"You should know me well enough to know that I did." Your voice was monotonous. "What are you supposed to be, the neighborhood creep?"
"Look's like you've had quite the night," he added sarcastically with a smirk, moving to stand in front of you. He was looking down on you, something that you found incredibly ironic. "Having fun with ah- what's that douchebag's name?"
You rolled your eyes even harder this time. "Eddie, you know who that is, don't even pretend like you don't. Jealousy is not very becoming on you."
"Steve, right?" He asked, "Steve Harrington, that's it."
"Not that I have to explain myself to you," you held your hands out, beckoning for him to help you stand up to which he obliged. "But Steve is just a friend."
The two of you were now face-to-face, mere inches between your noses. You were still standing on the bottom step which brought you up to his height with your heels on. His wide, brown eyes reflected the orange lights that hung over Jackie's front door. Once again, you found yourself lost in those fucking eyes.
"You look beautiful, you know that?" He whispered.
"Yeah, well, you look fucking stupid." You turned around and made your way back through the front door, leaving Eddie to follow you. "You didn't even dress up."
"Hate to break it to you, doll, but I'm not going to sell weed in a clown outfit," He argued over the music, keeping up with your pace through the sea of drunk kids. You laughed as you made your way into the kitchen to pour yourself another drink. It took you all about ten seconds to down it. "How much of that have you had?"
"You're still here, so not enough." You stumbled and poured yourself another one. "You should have one, might help you loosen up, Dad."
"You have most certainly had enough, sweetheart." He sounded judgemental and you hated it. "Nope," he took the cup from you before you could take another sip. "You're done. You haven't even given the last one time to hit you, yet. And this-" Eddie stuck his nose into the cup. "That smells like fruit punch gasoline."
You whined at him.
"Alright, come on." Eddie sat the cup down on the counter and bent at the knees before hoisting you over his shoulder.
"Edward Munson!" You screamed, trying desperately to pull down your dress in the back where it had risen up. "Put me down right now!"
"Go back to what you were doing kids," he yelled out at all of the other party-goers who were staring. "Nothing to see here!"
"Eddie!" You hollered once more. Your legs were kicking but to no avail, he had a pretty good grip around them. "Eddie put me down! You have no right!"
He dropped you down to your feet next to his van, his hands running up the sides of your dress before settling on your hips. You wanted him so desperately, your lips aching to kiss him- it'd been the only thing that you could think about since that night in the treehouse.
He slid his tongue over his bottom lip in anticipation and your eyes dropped down to that perfect, pink rosebud mouth of his. You might have been hallucinating that he was inching closer and closer, or maybe it was the fact that you felt as if the world was spinning backward. You stumbled back a step and his fingers gripped deeper into your waist.
"I am so drunk," you muttered and he chuckled. "But, goddamn it, I want to kiss you so bad."
"That's probably the alcohol talking, sweet thing." Eddie opened up the door to his van and held his hand out for you to help you up into the passenger side. "Let's get you sobered up and then we'll see how you feel."
You nodded your head in reply, thankful that he wasn't about to take advantage of you while you were absolutely plastered. He really was a gentleman in that aspect, always had been.
"Just don't take me home," you muttered and leaned your head on the cool glass of the window. "My mom would kill me if she saw me like this."
"Alright," he agreed and threw the van into gear. "My place it is then."
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scarlet-spider-bf · 2 months
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This is a stating the obvious post but I haven't seen anyone explicitly point it out so why not?
Ben Reilly - a cloned man who was almost broken by the notion of him being less than human, defective, maybe soulless, a cheap copy of a better original - crooked. As Scaret Spider he's been on a journey to define himself and set himself apart from Peter Parker/Spider-Man. So it's only logical for him to have a costume that reflects this. And he wears the Spider, wears it different and proudly but crooked. Fate tried to bend his back and submit to settle for less than what he deserves - the Jackal created him as a slave but he fought for his freedom and eventually suceeded (temporarily...)
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Then later on he embraced the revelation that he was actually the original (which turned out not to be true sigh poor boy). What matter is that he got to experience a time in which he didn't feel the need (as much) to prove he deserves the bare minimum like you know - to exist. He was allowed to be proud and unapologetic. An enthusiatic and unrivaled Spider-Man. And more than that he absolutely loved it, it wasn't a burden to him like to Peter, no, it was a privilege. His tragic conception at least gave him the solace to frame his responsibility as a grace - a purpose. Being Spider-Man validated him. And he found balance, an anchor, an inner symmetry. Spider front and center, one of the most balanced and goated suits ever if I dare say so.
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Let's not forget he also got the blonde dyed hair makeover and artists began to draw him with a boyish prettyness that was a pretty stark contrast to his former stubbled beard and 90s mullet look that more looks like Kaine does nowadays.
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like damn son look at this figure especially, no way to get more pretty boiTM he's literally blonde Ken
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He dies as Spider-Man to save Peter, which is of course very noble, the ultimate sacrifice (not even talking about the insane number of personal sacrifices he enthusiastically shoulders to protect Peter and Mary Jane and everyone else).
But he is brought back. And the new Ben is tortured by his creator Jackal to clinical insanity over and over a bunch of stuff happens and we arrive in the Beyond Era in which Ben (new clone body, same consciousness as the old one - presumably but arguably not really and very very broken inside, much more so than he ever was originally) gets to be Spider-Man once more. And sure enough Beyond fucked with his memories and made him forget lots of the awful stuff he went through. But nearly not all and they also begin deleting some things he'd rather have kept... he is uprooted, decentered, crooked yet again.
The Spider clings to his heart side (how poetic), the last shield of comfort between Beyond and his fragile soul since at least it tells him what he should be, what he should live up to. But he is not the same. He doesn't even know how much he isn't. And maybe he won't ever be again. (sob)
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And then we are in the current era. Let's hope the Chasm that was left behind when he lost his formative memories of decency and responsibility will be able to be mended abd turn out to be a chrysalis of sorts. (I actually love the development overall for dramatic reasons but that's another post)
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(also my god his mask looks like corpse paint of smudged kajal if you will and I love that for him... love his Maleficient palette twisted wonderland looking ass. Is it me or does this design look Disney in a way? Don't even mean it in a negative way. Making him a sorcerer is so rad actually but alas I'm starting to write that other post let's keep it for later-)
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t0ast-ghost · 10 months
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Started watching severance last night with my mom and HOLY WOW every single shot of that is fucking beautiful, THE CINEMATOGRAPHERS, SET DESIGNERS, AND COSTUME DESIGNERS ARE INSANE LIKE WOW BRO
I point at every camera angle and just freak out. I state this with no insincerity: every single shot of this show is amazing.
The seemingly 80s/90s aesthetic but mixed with so many modern things is jarring in such an amazing way
Minor Spoilers for Severance under the line but nothing past the first episode and not much plot description (mostly just adoring the cinematography)
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THESE ESTABLISHING SHOTS!!!
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SCREAMING
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THE USE OF ORANGES AND BLUES IN NOT ONLY MARKS HOUSE BUT ALSO HIS SISTERS (couldn't find a picture of marks house inside but I recommend watching it)
ALSO the fact that mark's work life and home life is not only mentally separated but physically since his house in on the other side of the river from his work.
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the dinner party scene is so interesting because of how weird it is, but also it's use of rule of thirds, but whenever it head on focuses on characters it uses the offset symmetry with the lights and the characters head might be tilted or they might be skewed
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The way they act in the office almost sometimes seeming comedic or at least carefree violently contracting with the sadness of their home life (also the interesting almost unreal tint to the office)
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She scares me but she's got some coolass shots and also HIM he's cool
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It's not fair how captivated I was watching this
Okay I'm done for now but I don't expect this show to get worse so there might be another dump at some point in the future. Also I didn't even rant about the story which is also amazing, but that's for another time...
I'd highly recommend this show just after watching the first episode.
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dragons-in-spaceee · 5 months
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I AM HAVING EMOTIONS OVER EINSTEIN AND EDDINGTON OH MY GOD FILM OF ALL TIME HOLY SHIT ITS SO FUCKING GOOD ITS GOT
SUPER COOL PHYSICS
LOVE OF SCIENCE IN GENERAL
DAVID TENNANT BEING GAY (he made me cryyyy “I loved him” OKAY IM SOBBING)
Very very good anti war and anti discrimination messaging like holy shit I loved everything about how the truth should not be controlled by the state and science transcends any barriers (not that there should be any anyway!!!!) and just generally that KILLING PEOPLE IS BAD
Also loved loved loved the freedom of information stuff - it didn’t matter if England was about to be disgraced or whatever the fuck people had a right to know cause it’s the truth and it’s fact and it’s information
Eddington and his sister <3333 siblings of all time omg they’re the besttt
Eddington in general was amazing and great
Einstein was a bit of a cunt but he said some amazing stuff that had me cheering
THE EXCITEMENT THAT THEY MUSTVE BEEN FEELING REALLY CAME ACROSS LIKE HOLY SHIT IM BUZZING THIS STUFF IS HUGE ITS COMPLETELY TURNINF EVERYTHING ON ITS HEAD OH MY GOD ITS INSANE. HOLY SHIT. WOAH.
The soundtrack as well omg!!!!! It’s so hopeful and exciting and really helps the whole “oh my god this stuff is revolutionary” buzz I love it sm
Also just the set design and the costuming and everything FILM OF ALL TIME ISTG
Everything about this film is my vibe <3333
I really hope it’s accurate cause I loved every moment of it!!!!!!
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happistar · 8 months
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Tell me about your favorite BMC song! (rant if you want :D)
Hell yeah :D
Anyways I fucking love the Pitiful Children and I’m so glad we have two versions of it
Like the instrumental in both has a really cool vibe to it and it’s awesome. Two river in particular has this specific guitar that slays so hard?
The song in general tho is somehow very sinister yet kinda silly?? Like, it fully amps up the squip’s villain vibes to the max and perfectly sets up for all the conflict in the play and everything! But there’s all the squip’s beep boops or squip squip squips. Which objectively is a little silly but I just love the robot scatting. It’s such a fun detail but also somehow the fact that it’s a little lighthearted makes the sinisterness of squipping everyone a bit more insane because it’s portrayed that way
And ooougg and don’t get me started on the choreography. The fact that the squip rises up when Jenna does after she gets squipped is so cool!! We also get so much hand cheorography and it’s so neat!! Aaaa! The fact that jeremy follows along and the way the squip guides him?? All the other squips!?? Just the way they move around across the stage in a really orderly way and shit!!!! It’s so cool!!
Some of the costuming is fun too. I like two river’s squip designs because it looks like they stepped out of the matrix absjbskdbskd
But like both version’s lyrics are sooo good. And incredibly catchy. I would say more but literally I just am rotating them in my head
I am just. Thinking idk absisbksbsksnndndm
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theboytatu · 7 months
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se me olvida q nos podemos hablar en español... IGUAL, COMO ESTUVO EL CONCIERTO !!! Detalles... fotos .. videos POR FAVOR 😭😭😭 review
AHHH SI ES CIERTO! wowww que hermoso poder hablar en español también amo <3 but i'll just post this in english so everyone can understand it. honestly? it was hands down the best kpop concert i've been to hfksjdkkf (others i've seen were blackpink, nct 127 and loona) so it might not be a lot but holy shit. the crowd went APESHIT it was by far the best crowd for me and i think the best they have seen cause they said it too hfkdjfkg 😭 they sold out the venue and you could tell it was packed cause the energy was OFF THE WALLS....
so first the good things
in terms of their performance: man aespa have surely worked hard to beat the no stage presence allegations. i think you could really tell they've been on tour since the beginning of this year cause they have improved SOOO MUCH. they have developed a lot of crowd control skills and they truly interacted with us in there. giselle specially is a MASTER at interaction and i think the group benefits a lot from her
the vocals were great cause the backing track wasn't too loud and they did handheld mics for most of the setlist. ningning was working OVERTIME with the adlibs. winter did extended high notes for everything. they were so confident in their vocals it was amazing to see. there were no in-ear or sound issues as far as i could tell and the venue while not being the best acoustic wise it didn't mess with the experience. i do wanna say i'm sad there was no live band :( everything was just a recorded track
lastly PRODUCTION. oh man. OHHH MAN. this tour has a BUDGET cause the visuals were fucking lit 🔥 the whole stage setup was so good and the props were there, winter with the electric guitar is a HIGH point in this. in my experience there arent a lot of kpop groups that put so much thought into their design like this and aespa were milking tf out of the cybercore and kwangya concept cause the vcrs and screens were giving blade runner. i was mesmerized by the visuals in the screens
for the not so great things... I think their costume design was lacking so much 😭 there weren't a lot of costume changes and the outfits were pretty basic. they lacked cohesiveness and even for their solos it did feel like they just threw on whatever. SM insists on putting them in ugly ass school uniforms for like the entire last part of the set. and they use the shortest fucking skirt for ningning it makes me nauseous.
another weak point was the dancing. it simply didn't stand out as much as the rest of the stuff i mentioned but tbh the girls still put on a good show. they did full choreo for their biggest songs and the backup dancers helped elevate it a lot but a lot of the bsides didn't have or needed choreo you know? like im content with seeing them sing a great song rather than have them jump around the stage trying to do a bunch of choreo we don't even know. the moves were kinda meh and i get it cause they're bsides but yeah just stick to the full choreo for the title tracks.
but speaking of dancing, karina was SOOO good her solo was insane and she has truly improved so much as a main dancer! ningning blew us all out with her stuff too ngl that girl is the best dancer in the group after karina. bonus points for giselle as well cause she has definitely put in the work to become a better dancer and i appreciate how much she has improved her stage presence.
ok this got too long already hkdjdkkfg so i'll just leave some pics i took here! and ill go through my camera roll to see what's good enough to post later <3
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