Currently at the day job I’m curating examples of “next-ons,” those hopelessly teasing promotions of what to expect next week of your favorite shows.
In the midst of my hurried YouTubing, I came across this epic promo for Luther, which I know is four years old. I just finished watching season one of Elba’s brooding cop drama on Netflix and this BBC promo is everything.
Am I right?!
I’m secretly hoping that the American adaptation falls through because nothing can beat the original.
When it comes to art, I usually stick with the classics like Goya, Degas, and Picasso. Rarely do I entertain modern art – partly because I just don’t understand it – but was surprised by how much Kehinde Wiley’s latest exhibition moved me.
Jess took me to the Brooklyn Museum a few weekends ago and before the big Anna Holmes (Jezebel) and Gevinson (Rookie) talk, we ambled about and found ourselves amongst Kehinde’s towering paintings. I was moved. I still can’t quite put my finger on what moved me so, but perhaps it was the stark reality and acceptance that I was seeing “people like me” or people I recognize from my past in such juxtaposing backgrounds of the classic paintings I am used to enjoying.
My favorite collection of his was in “An Economy of Grace” and within it the particular painting, “Princess Victorie of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha.” You see, he models his paintings from existing classics (like the 1839 version by Sir Edwin Landseer) and inserts modern, black protagonists in them. It’s great. And sad at the same time for I never knew that “we/me” could exist in such a way.
His works are on display at the Brooklyn Museum til May and they’re worth checking out.
“It is so much better and powerful in silence from the back, pulling away. It’s so much better because the audience fills in the specifics of it. It’s not as strong if you hear what Tony says compared to when you just see what I responded to and see me burst into tears. I think about that choice all the time. It drives me nuts as an actor now. I’m so lucky to have been able to do the stuff I’ve done, but if I have one minor quibble, there’s way too much coverage in television. That infects the writing process, the shooting process, the editing process. No one trusts the audience now. You watch powerful film structures in the ’50s, it’s incredible how much everything is allowed to just play. That’s partly why I love Birdman, although that became a little, “Oh, Jesus! They’re never gonna cut!” I think psychologically what happens every time you cut, for the audience, there’s a little stroke. It’s a jarring thing. I think there’s way too much choppy chop now. You don’t need it. ER didn’t do that. This was filmed perfectly.”
Which is sad but true.
Today rarely do we witness in network television (save The Good Wife and Luther perhaps) those quiet, contemplative moments that allows the audience to interpret and think and really feel for their characters. Perhaps I need to tune in to the likes of “event series” like Gracepoint, The Slap, and American Crime, but off the top of my head, network dramas just don’t hold up to those early seasons of “ER.”
While underground transportation can be a sometimes perilous place, last week I had the fortunate coincidence of witnessing the amazingness of both Lorraine Touissant and Tina Roth Eisenberg on my commute home. I of course did not let on that I knew who they were, but I was able to help Touissant navigate her route home and eaves dropped on Eisenberg as she chatted with a fellow admirer.
This past Sunday was a cold and dreary one with low hanging grey clouds…my kind of day. So naturally after mass, and settling into the idea of catching up on Downton Abbey, I decided to try out one of my Pinterest recipes: Beer Brownies!
I’ve never made brownies from scratch before and with three types of chocolate and having to melt them over boiling water I feel rather confident in my new baking skills. Too, I learned that when shopping for Guiness “stout” I really should be looking for “draught” and that “draught” is pronounced “draft” like in “laugh.” So confusing.
In the end the consistency and flavor were quite surprising and delightful and maybe next time I’ll purposefully leave out the vanilla than accidentally doing so.
[ recipe found on Joy the Baker – mine did not look nearly as pretty ]
There’s nothing like a fresh pair of shoes to adorn your weary feet. One thing I learned for the past nearly three years now in NYC is that shoes wear down fast. Clothes too. New York is tough and I’ve definitely raised my standards for quality and durable fashion. I’ve swapped my Gap Jeans for the likes of Madewell and JCrew and now my shoe game is getting an upgrade.
While I’ve never worn Lucky Brand before, I couldn’t help but fall in love with these slanted flats. They give off an air of Everlane meets Madewell and I’m hopeful I can make them last the season. I also bought a more modest and standard pair of ballet flats too so between the two, I’ll be having a black, flat spring.
For more fashion awesome might I suggest my friend’s new blog Flair Apparent. She has so much fun with it!