Sepia Toned Loving

“If we know exactly where we're going, exactly how to get there, and exactly what we'll see along the way, we won't learn anything. ” ― M. Scott Peck

Silver Screen.

 

Like every other little girl, I grew up wishing upon a star, wanting to be where the people are and walking with handsome (animated) men once upon a dream. Ahh yes, the sweet life of a Disney Princess seemed so enticing. The golden curls, the well-suited chaps fending off dragons, fairy godmothers, pumpkin carriages and glass slippers were enough...that was until I discovered the real leading ladies that lit up those cinema screens. The porcelain-faced, ruby-lipped women who could sing, dance, act, laugh, cry and still look incredibly glamorous at the same time. Judy, Audrey, Ginger, Barbra, Grace and Debbie - these became the real heroines for me.

Almost twenty years on, I still fantasise daily about the moment I secure my breakout role in a Funny Girl equivalent. A film that brings back the class, the elegance, the romance and the thrill of those golden days. I imagine the pain of being sewn into my heavily beaded costumes, the wind in my hair as I drive a vintage Chevvy along the coast, the rush as my devastatingly handsome co-star spins me around a ballroom before snatching me away and madly kissing me in the fairy-lit gardens of his mansion, the relentless takes of singing and dancing over and over again, and I am happy...Truly, truly happy.

Until then, I will relish every moment I'm given permission to pretend I am more graceful, glamorous and charming than I actually am.

Here's something I prepared earlier...*cue orchestra and velvet curtains

Woolworths - The Voice from Craig Rasmus on Vimeo.

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Behind the scenes images by Rachel Kara @ Sweet Bird Of Youth; other sources unknown

She Walks In Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night

   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

   Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

   A heart whose love is innocent!

- Lord Byron

Some Like It Hot.

 

A fiery hue that dances with passion through our streets and onto our screens.

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