The world has a way of looking at people
Tonight at the Brattle I saw Angela Carter and Neil Jordan's The Company of Wolves (1984) with
rushthatspeaks; it was brilliant and I don't know why I haven't seen more criticism constellating it with Dennis Potter's Dreamchild (1985) and Jim Henson's Labyrinth (1986). Terence Stamp is perfectly cast as the Devil in a white touring car, whose headlights through the forest gloom are the double flash of a beast's eyes. Stephen Rea should play more werewolves. So should Danielle Dax. I wish Carter and Jordan had gotten to make the film of Vampirella/"The Lady of the House of Love" they were discussing when she died; I did not actually expect how closely his visuals would translate her prose style, elaborately artificial and bluntly homespun at once. I'd had dinner earlier with
spatch at Sapporo Ramen, where I got tantan-men with three kinds of extra seaweed; Rush and I went to Rosebud American Kitchen & Bar after the movie and I got the apple pie I had been wanting all this week of cold and rain. I came home to discover
thisbluespirit had made, as part of their gorgeous series of original and other Elements, fanart for Curium from my story "Assignment 96." I'm still not sure about recovery from Arisia, but I've had a really nice evening.

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Oh, I'm thinking about it with this one, and where the difference would lie. I love the photoset a whole, love the violet-tinged eyes of the model she chose a whole lot. But I'd play with the archaic-mask part, the looking-like-a-student under the coat part, the glow around her, and this:
Her eyes were bright coin and burnt violets and she stepped as if she were dancing with him and she had not tried to kill him yet.
(Mind you, I'm not likely to be able to achieve my vision. There's what you imagine and what you have the power to create.)