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there’s a lot of concepts and pulls that inspired emilie as a character/her story and the primary two would be the concept of identity and facades and playing into the wants and wills of other people (the question of whether or not staying in those roles long enough twists who you are and if the impressions you leave behind define you over who you actually were) while the other would be the idea of, despite any of your blessings, the universe kind of branding you for an unhappy ending. 

#emilie's life is a tragedy that started out as a fairytale#every time life showed her a silver lining it was just out of reach#the rug gets pulled out from under her#not because she deserves it#not because she's a bad person#but just because that's the way the hand is dealt sometimes#when she dies she leaves behind traces of herself but never the full image#everyone that knew her knew her in a different way#the emilie that remy knew is a totally different shade to the emilie that lennon knew#and emilie knowing her time was limited bc she could just Feel it#and surviving in the only way she could figure out#by being whoever it was the people wanted#and having it backfire on her#is really just sad#and maybe you could say she got what she wanted#bc she did in a way#she wanted to be remembered and leave behind a legacy#but i don't think she had any control over it the way she hoped she could have#the same way she didn't have any control in life#but yeah i'll make a whole post talking about the other insp. i have for her#i.e. edie (obviously) marie antoinette marilyn monroe etc#and then artists and concepts like cindy sherman and the electra heart thesis and (of course) warhol and pop art overall#i am simply really proud of emilie as a character and everything i've put into her#and the world and cast of character carmen and i have built#like it's all so interesting and detailed and GOOD#another big theme is just the mistreated muse thing and how much do artists owe to their muses? bc remy certainly never really considered em#an equal partner and i doubt gives her any credit for her work even after she's gone

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“At the time, it wasn’t a real kick but now and then you do miss it. Not the fits, but the honesty in her emotions - what [ artists ] want to capture, that was Emilie.”

PRODUCTION LINE : scenes from the scene - dir. elliot antonelli (pt.2) ft. an interview with The Get Gone drummer and former Factory member, Dylan Quinn.

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“ I miss him every time I see flowers. Every time. Jamie loved them, even though Badger would’ve been a lot happier if he got into polo or golf or something. He just loved them. ”

PRODUCTION LINE : scenes from the scene - dir. elliot antonelli (pt.3) ft. a clip from the remy topolski film, ‘an evening with’, in which emilie laurent speaks on the death of her brother - and gives a rare reference to the late jonah perez.

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. ⋆  bruce wayne  *  gothmite· ♡

a shivering,    malaria high   fever dream is undoing the frigid complexion of his rubicund flesh    ——     a echo is underlying her words   &   emboldening them in an effort to pry his attention from his evangelical raptured mind.   the ghosts in the machine,   stiff  high - voltage  lining,   &   lead manufacturing is reduced to blood and brawn in the inquisitive gaze of a yearning heart,   (    his bruised hand is cradled like something he is ashamed of.   )   a magician’s trick discovered in the perspiring glow of a chilled city’s rising waters.  ❝   this is…  nothing.  ❞   A FETISH COMPULSION,     ( his bleached lies )   weighing down the atmosphere with a gothic silence,   uninviting.         ❛❛       i’m always  banging  against something like some  klutz,  it’s embarrassing.    THIS TIME IT WAS THE WALL.   racquetball.   ❜❜       his voice is a misdiagnosis played for sympathy    ——     to spare the pain.     ❝    did you want to come over for coffee?   i’m sure alfred wouldn’t mind.  honestly,  he’d love some actually vocal company.  he’s,  uh            just over there?  ❞

a  thin  varnish  of  malaise  glazes  over  cherry  wood  eyes    ---    NOTHING,  KLUTZ,  RACQUETBALL.    the    cluster    of    banal    words    swell    &    sink    with    her    tidal    interest,    though    tender    hands    do    come    to    a    hovering    rest    atop    his    bandaged     own.    the    routine    genesis    of    wound    aside,    starlet    dodders    against    instinctual,    daze    blurred,    sympathies    &    the     stuttering    ache    of    her    clement    heart.                 ❛❛ POOR  THING, ❜❜        emilie’s    deliberations    are    infantile.    fleeting,    but    fixed    *    she    wobbles    on    thin    ankles    in    her    too  -  high    heels,    lagging    in    the    present    a    few    beats    behind    bruce.    the    dawn    of    proposal    is    slow    to    the    draw,    breeding    with    it    a    lucid    slip    of    amiable    beam    -  (    a    breath    of    her    birth    right    in    that    minute,    diplomatic    curve.           ❛❛  coffee  ? ❜❜         she    coos    sweetly,    perking    up    with    the    offer.         ❛❛  wouldn’t  he  just  die  ?  i’m  not  dressed  for  it. ❜❜

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factory era emilie is the most down-to-earth and reasonable version of her. jamie and jonah were her only anchors and kind of touch stones to reality in a lot of ways and after they both died + she was sort of left with remy who encouraged her more drastic tendencies and didn’t feel a need to have her tone it down or anything.

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MUSE  PLAYLIST .

post   3  -  5   songs   that   remind   you   of   your   muse. rules:        repost,   don’t   reblog.

.  ⋆   01.   FEMME  FATALE,  the  velvet  underground  .           here    she    comes    /    you    better    watch    your    step    /    she’s    going    to    break    your    heart    in    two    /    it’s    true    /    it’s    not    hard    to    realize    /    just    look    into    her    false    colored    eyes    /    she’ll    build    you    up    to    just    put    you    down    /    what    a    clown    /    ‘cause    everybody    knows    /    the    things    she    does    to    please    /    she’s    just    a    little    tease    /    see    the    way    she    walks    /    hear    the    way    she    talks    /    [  ...  ]    she’s    going    to    smile    to    make    you    frown    /    what    a    clown    /    little    boy    she’s    from    the    street    /    before    you    start    you’re    already    beat    /    she’s    gonna    play    you    for    a    fool

.  ⋆   02.   DRUNK  IN  LA,  beach  house  .          isolation    tender    /    something    fragile    coming    soon    /    skinny    angels    making    eyes    at    cameras    /    perched    in    every    room    /    [  ...  ]    strawberries    in    springtime    /    pretty    happy    accidents    /    my    awareness    that    i’m    lucky    /    rolling    clouds    over    cement    /    maybe    there’s    a    screenplay    /    or    a    bathroom    i    can    hide    /    [  ...  ]    i    had    a    good    run    playing    horses    in    my    mind    /    left    my    heart    out    somewhere    running    /    wanting    strangers    to    be    mine    /    i    would    climb    the    eiffel    tower    /    write    letters    on    the    sky    /    how    many    turns    it    took    to    reach    you

.  ⋆   03.   CARMEN,  lana  del  rey  .           darling,    darling,    doesn’t    have    a    problem    /    lying    to    herself    ‘cause    her    liquor’s    top    shelf    /    it’s    alarming,    honestly,    how    charming    she    can    be    /    fooling    everyone,    telling    hum    she’s    having    fun    /    [  ...  ]    the    boys,    the    girls,    they    all    like    carmen    /    she    gives    them    butterflies,    bats    her    cartoon    eyes    /    she    laughs    like    god    /    her    mind’s    like    a    diamond    /    [  ...  ]    she    says    you    don’t    want    to    be    like    me    /    looking    for    fun,    getting    high    for    free    /    i’m    dying,    i’m    dying    /    [  ...  ]    baby’s    all    dressed    up    with    nowhere    to    go    /    that’s    the    little    story    of    the    girl    you    know    /    relying    on    the    kindness    of    strangers    /    tying    cherry    knots    /    smiling,    doing    party    favors    /    put    your    red    dress    on,    put    your    lipstick    on    /    sing    your    song,    song,    now    the    camera’s    on    /    and    you’re    alive    again

.  ⋆   04.   JUST  LIKE  A  WOMAN,  bob  dylan  .           everybody    knows    that     baby’s    got    new    clothes    /    but    lately    i    see    her    ribbons    and    her    bows    /    have    fallen    from    her    curls    /    she    takes    just    like    a    woman    /    she    makes    love    just    like    a    woman    /    and    she    aches    just    like    a    woman    /    but    she    breaks    just    like    a    little    girl    /    [  ...  ]    nobody    has    to    guess    that    baby    can’t    be    blessed    /    ‘til    she    finally    sees    she’s    like    all    the    rest    /    with    her    fog,    her    amphetamine,    and    her    pearls

.  ⋆   05.   THE  ULTRACHEESE,  arctic  monkeys  .        still    got    pictures    of    friends    on    the    wall    /    i    suppose    we    aren't     really    friends    anymore    /    maybe    i    shouldn't    ever    have    called    /    that    thing    friendly    at    all    /    get    freaked    out    from    a    knock    at    the    door    /    when    i    haven't    been    expecting    one    /    didn't    that    used    to    be    part    of    the    fun,    once    upon    a    time    ?    /    [  ...  ]    perhaps    it's    time    you    went    for    a    walk    /    and    dress    like    a    fictional    character    /    from    a    place    they    called    america    /    in    the    golden    age    /    trust    the    politics    to    come    along    /    when   you    were    just    trying    to    orbit    the    sun    /    when    you    were    just    about    to    be    kind    to    someone    /    because    you    had    the    chance    /    i've    still    got    pictures    of    friends    on    the    wall    /    i    might    look    as    if    i'm    deep    in    thought    /    but    the    truth    is    i'm    probably    not    /    if    i    ever    was    /    oh,    the    dawn    won't    stop    weighing    a   ton    /    i've    done    some    things    i    shouldn't   have    done    /    but    i    haven't    stopped    loving    you    once

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emilie takes three hours to get ready for a party, not because she spends that much time on her make up or hair but bc she is blasting music and spends more time picking out the perfect song to get ready to than actually getting ready

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          ❛❛  what  do  you  think  people  say  about  you  ?  when  you’re  not  around  to  hear  it  ?  ❜❜          flaxen    hair    ribbons    over    his    wishbone    thighs,    heiress    resting    atop    silk    sheets    with    head    in    remington’s    lap.    smoke    rose    in    mild    curls    from    several    lit    filters,    discarded    &    forgotten    in    shell  -  dish    ash    tray.            ❛❛  do  you  think  people  talk  a  lot  ?  about  us,  i  mean.  real  people,  not  all  the  rags  or  the  peanut  gallery.  do  you  think  they  talk  about  us  ?  ❜❜

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there  was  a  deep  impression  of  unworldliness  about  her.  it’s  unusual,  to  look  like  you  just  walked  out  of  a fairy  tale.  you  got  the  idea  that  she  had  no  past  to  her,  no  traditional  structure  or  form.  it  was  if  she  illuminated from  within.

. ⋆  ISN’T SHE LOVELY *   emilie  laurent  edits​  ♡

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                  ❛❛  PEOPLE  LIKE  ME  ?  ❜❜          irate    thing    retracts    entirely    from    bruce’s    immediate    presence.    puerile    countenance    sours    as    she    rises    from    bay    window    seat    *    she’s    swift    to    the    switch,    an    emotional    minefield    of    exposed    nerve    &    dripping    ichor.    turning    amber    eyes    from    the    wide    eye    of    suite    window    to    the    mild    gentleman    aside,    emilie    is    alight    with    indignity.    stories    below    shared    pedestal,    people    milled    &    wiled    through    their    lives    ---    piteous    signs,    listless    gazes.    the    empathy    pooling    in    tender    heart     nearly    spills    out    in    the    infantile    rush    of    word  -  struck    injury.                   ❛❛  you  don’t  know  anything,  ❜❜           she    takes    wide    arch    around    him    to    en    suite    bar,    clattering    around    bottles    in    her    fervent,    theatrical    way.            ❛❛  don’t  tell  me  about  me,  it’s  so  boring.  don’t  be  boring,  i  can’t  stand  it.  if  you’re  going  to  act  like  i’m  the  only  one  here  that  ...  you’re  in  the  same  boat  i  am,  so  don’t  even  start  with  me  !  ❜❜

. ⋆  ❝ people like you don’t have to suffer through those kind of things. ❞   *  @gothmite​​  ♡

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. ⋆  GIRL OF THE YEAR *   emilie  laurent  edits​  ♡

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