I have had a useless and exhausted day. I made a sandwich. I tapped out of a movie. Hestia snuggled into the chair behind me and chewed on my hair. I went for a walk in the faintly ecliptic light of the Canadian wildfire drift that has turned the moon red as harvest the last two nights and photographed some flowering things.
( Her body is made of eyes. )
Please enjoy this 1934 RKO Technicolor screen test of Katherine Hepburn as Joan of Arc, discovered courtesy of staring at this gifset and tracking its origins feverishly down through MOMA. The production failed to materialize thanks to George Bernard Shaw's possessiveness over the script of Saint Joan. What an incredible fragment from the hell of a good Hollywood next door.
It seems my childhood exposure to Arthuriana was such that if I read an article about a water well that collapsed in the digging in first-century CE Roman Britain, my brain immediately decides it was dragons. Endemic construction hazard. Like the water table. Enough excavation and it's dragons every time.
( Her body is made of eyes. )
Please enjoy this 1934 RKO Technicolor screen test of Katherine Hepburn as Joan of Arc, discovered courtesy of staring at this gifset and tracking its origins feverishly down through MOMA. The production failed to materialize thanks to George Bernard Shaw's possessiveness over the script of Saint Joan. What an incredible fragment from the hell of a good Hollywood next door.
It seems my childhood exposure to Arthuriana was such that if I read an article about a water well that collapsed in the digging in first-century CE Roman Britain, my brain immediately decides it was dragons. Endemic construction hazard. Like the water table. Enough excavation and it's dragons every time.
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