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Shubham Saraf in the Globe Theatre’s 2018 As You Like It and Hamlet
Albert Beck Wenzell
Νύξ : Nyx “Night”, goddess of the night
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reinvention | an instrumental pearl playlist
[8tracks] / [spotify]
in light of recent events
asos model crush - dné | mute #4 - poltrock | diamond music - tim neumark | the last emperor - david west (ryuichi sakamoto) | pink gloom (rory vallis remix) - caroline, rory vallis | lovesick - potsu | i thought we were lovers - in loe with a ghost ft basil | it was always you - late june | lonely - idealism | flowers - in love with a ghost | just ask - weird inside | don’t say a word - idealism | affection - jinsang | light dance - akira kosemura
Iconic historical stage designs for The Queen of the Night sequence from Mozart’s “Magic Flute” - the first image by Karl Friedrich Schinkel in 1815, the second by Simon Quaglio in 1818 (x)
How I think I’m writing: Using eye contact, or lack thereof, to display emotions such as intimacy, shock, denial, or nervousness.
How I’m actually writing: She looked at me, and I looked away. I tried to look back, but she was already looking at the sky. “Look,” she sighs, looking back at me for a split second. “I don’t know how to say this.” We looked at each other and time stopped, but then she looked her lookers at something else to look at, looking tired.
this was delightful and relatable
Первые шаги. 1950-е. Расторгуев Евгений Анатольевич
Every Shakespeare play summed up in a single sentence
I just found this beautiful article on sparknotes and these are some of my favorites. ( LINK )
Portrait of Actress Alice Crawford as Olivia in Twelfth Night, by William Logsdail, 1907
top signs you’re in a french musical
You love verbs. Not just verbs, but verbs in the infinitive. ‘‘To love,” ‘‘to change,” “to live,” “to be X.” You can’t get enough of them. You can think only through their objective -er/-re prism. How else can you possibly convey your intense feelings to love/live/change for the one you love? Anything else just won’t do.
When you’re in deep anguish or conflict, sometimes song isn’t enough. You must express it through dance - not by dancing yourself, of course, lol, that’s ridiculous, but through other dancers who can better convey the magnitude of the problem. Whether it’s males in underwear breakdancing your desire for two women, or Death in white molesting you as you struggle with premonitions of your tragic fate, or another woman also molesting you because your girlfriend broke up with you, it’s all the same. It’s as if your emotions are so strong they possess everyone around you, causing them to spasm in half-modern, half-balletic dance. You’re glad. Your feelings are too important to be handled by you alone.
You and your lover desperately wish to kiss. But alas, your social circumstances and bulky 2000-era boom mics won’t let you. Damn them. Damn them all.
You’re a rebel against society. Sometimes privileged, sometimes marginalized, but either way, down with the Man. At best, you join revolutions, rebel against your asshole family, or participate in protests by undocumented immigrants who breakdance their plight to sexually frustrated priests. At worst, you join a terrorist group and attack your oppressive futuristic dystopian society in the hopes you’ll end up on a popular TV show. That works too.
You will almost certain die either for love or for being a rebel (see above). If you’re in a forbidden love relationship or rebelling against something, contact the nearest doctor immediately. You have 2 ½ hours to live.
You and Love Interest 2 sing a duet about your love for the protagonist. At least one of you knows he is a douchebag who doesn’t deserve your love. If he isn’t, then you and Love Interest 2 may just like the competition. It happens.
You suffer from unrequited love for another, but he or she is in love with the protagonist and/or one of the main characters. Depending on your personality type, you’ll either give your life for them or try to kill your rival.
If you’re one-half of a star-crossed lover pair, you and your lover have a 99.9999% chance of dying. Guaranteed. Outliers should not be counted. Beware of falling in love. Ever.
Occasionally there is a token attempt to accurately represent the time period your story is set. But don’t be fooled. You’re a modern person with needs and problems beyond your historical/fictional counterpart’s own. And, by God, those needs and problems must be solved through a radio-friendly pop-rock score.
You are extraordinarily beautiful, with a soft, expressive voice that can nevertheless hit high F#s with ease. Pretty much everyone around you is like this. You have accepted this. Ugly people who can’t sing have no place in your universe.
Glitter. That’s a dead giveaway.
Other productions of your musical imitate you. You sneer at them all. The Hungarians change everything. You sneer at them too. Only you can be the best.
Dramatic coherence? Character and plot consistency? An original story? Actual dialogue? Those are of concern only for weaker mortals, especially one they call Broadway. You, who touch the Cirque-du-Solei-like heights of pop-rock greatness, are beyond such measly concerns. All you’re concerned with is: Is it catchy? And by God, it is.
Everyone is miserable and dies. You are miserable and die as well. This is somehow all part of being French.
Artworks by Xuanwei Su
Albert Lynch (1851-1912), ‘Jeanne d'Arc’, “Figaro Illustré”, #157, April 1, 1903 I think I have a crush on this particular depiction of Joan of Arc.
E. Maximova in the dressing room - Valery Kosorukov
“In order to run away with her new love, she stole the body of a dead nun, placed it in the bed of her lover, and set the room on fire to cover their escape”
PETITION TO MAKE A MOVIE/TV SERIES ABOUT JULIE D'AUBIGNY.
Rejected Princesses did a really good write up on her
John Singer Sargent - Cashmere - 1908