the sourcerer: Red Wednesday.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Red Wednesday.

Every film that I work on is like a monarchy. Or a bee-hive. There's a king and a queen and a royal family... and then there's us lowly workers buzzing around frantically, trying our best to get everything done properly, without running out of nectar or pollen.

Some kings and queens are much nicer than others.

At the moment I'm watching money disappear, not in a trickle, but in a great gushing river. This is La La Land after all, so it's part of the process. Somehow though, this time, it's hard to watch. It often feels as though things are solely done to pacify the histrionics of the royals. And you know those stories you hear, the ones about the rock stars only wanting bowls of red jelly beans in their dressing rooms? Well, those stories are true, and in this case take that story and multiply it a hundredfold.

Louis Vuitton polka dot pumps: R 9 800.
The matching purse: R 11 500.

There are offers for work after this. People say: go with your gut, trust your instinct.

What if it all feels wrong?

Maybe you can lie under a tree for a few days until something comes along that does feel right.

I can barely wait.

1 comment:

Marie said...: SO interesting. Damn those non disclosure contracts. I have had just a taste of movie stardom in my life, and that friendship ended for very similar reasons (but thank god it wasn't paying my rent). You can only take so many red jelly beans before you get gatvol.; August 1, 2012 at 10:56 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
- Sean Michaels. Accompaniment to the song "Immune" by LOW. Said the Gramophone

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
Jim Jarmusch (1953- )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) - from A Moveable Feast.