Given how well you write about films, it seems only fair you should be in one.
Hah. Thank you. I'd like to be in more!
Being curious, what was your future outfit?
I don't have any photographs, but I wore my default black corduroys and a kind of cross-tied sleeveless green shirt to match the Blade Runner/Star Wars aesthetic most of us had independently decided to try for, with the ancient black motorcycle jacket that used to belong to my father. (It is nearly forty years old and a crash survivor; I love it dearly. I would wear it more often except that the seams along one sleeve are starting to split. Since it's not the leather itself disintegrating, I have this dream I can take it somewhere and get it repaired, but I'm no longer sure where one actually goes for that sort of thing.) For comparison, Rush was wearing cargo shorts, a sort of short belted jacket that would have doubled as a dress if it hadn't been so windy, and a haori; Adrienne had a black dress and a sleeveless overrobe of autumn-colored patches that I had brought with me, because I threw together a backpack of random-ass clothing before I left the house and it turned out to be useful. At one point her husband was wearing a blousy white nineteenth-century shirt of mine and Jinian had been fixed up with my mostly purple fish-patterned silk scarf, as well as a white headscarf of the director's and a sort of wearable one-way screen. I was also in posssession of two tweed hats from the 1940's that used to belong to nineweaving's father, but nobody wore them; I just forgot to brag about them in this post.
I have been informed there are stills. If I'm allowed to, and I can deal with the way I look in them, I'll post a couple.
And well done on "Museum". I'll give it a proper re-read when I'm back on the netbook.
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Hah. Thank you. I'd like to be in more!
Being curious, what was your future outfit?
I don't have any photographs, but I wore my default black corduroys and a kind of cross-tied sleeveless green shirt to match the Blade Runner/Star Wars aesthetic most of us had independently decided to try for, with the ancient black motorcycle jacket that used to belong to my father. (It is nearly forty years old and a crash survivor; I love it dearly. I would wear it more often except that the seams along one sleeve are starting to split. Since it's not the leather itself disintegrating, I have this dream I can take it somewhere and get it repaired, but I'm no longer sure where one actually goes for that sort of thing.) For comparison, Rush was wearing cargo shorts, a sort of short belted jacket that would have doubled as a dress if it hadn't been so windy, and a haori; Adrienne had a black dress and a sleeveless overrobe of autumn-colored patches that I had brought with me, because I threw together a backpack of random-ass clothing before I left the house and it turned out to be useful. At one point her husband was wearing a blousy white nineteenth-century shirt of mine and Jinian had been fixed up with my mostly purple fish-patterned silk scarf, as well as a white headscarf of the director's and a sort of wearable one-way screen. I was also in posssession of two tweed hats from the 1940's that used to belong to
I have been informed there are stills. If I'm allowed to, and I can deal with the way I look in them, I'll post a couple.
And well done on "Museum". I'll give it a proper re-read when I'm back on the netbook.
Thank you. It's set in a beautiful issue.