#giordana texts

[prdsd4na]

it’s been weeks since i started obsessing over the filming locations of the series trying to figure out if the Theerapanyakul mansion is in fact a hotel or a mix of more locations like hotels + luxury apartments and whatnot and i don’t know maybe someone got there first maybe everyone already know but i didn’t until today so i went all out cosplaying kim trying to find the location wandering around bangkok with google maps like a real pro kim would be so proud 

so,,, we all already knew from the trailer that the mansion should be located in front of the Deutsche Bank building but i didn’t think that the sets for the mansion would be there as well i kinda took for granted that they would take outdoor footage and then they would be filming elsewhere mostly because of budget 

then in episode 5 while kinn and his father are playing chess we get to see a different building on the background that is the Mahatun Plaza and in the picture below you can see both the Mahatun Plaza and the Deutsche Bank building in the background while the pool is the same pool where we got mermaid!porsche and the doors on the sides are located where we see arm, pol, pete and porsche coming back home after the nights out with Tankhun and where in episode 5 we see porsche coming back home and finding kinn in the lounge asleep

watching that second building with its name right on the front i finally decided to go on my little quest on google maps trying find where they filmed AND I ACTUALLY FOUND IT! it’s a hotel and it’s called Rosewood Bangkok and i actually got that it’s the one because when you search for it on google images the first picture that appears is the one with the pool from this scene with tankhun and you can even see the Deutsche Bank building in the backgroud as well in both pictures

i later went on the hotel’s website as one does (also because i wanted to know how much booking a room would cost but unfortunately you can’t make reservations at the moment) and i found some other pictures of the places we’ve already seen in the episodes aired so far 

EXHIBIT A: the entrance we see at the very beginning of the series that is the same as we see in episode 2 when porsche has his elegant catwalk

EXHIBIT B: the infamous lounge that we see while the two families are having their meeting (and it is the same that we see in episode 1 when kinn comes back home after failing to get porsche to accept the job and he finds his father and chan playing chess) 

EXHIBIT C: this some sort of bar/private lounge where in episode 2 chan reports back about porsche failing the tests to kinn

also on the website you can actually virtually walk in the rooms and there’s a virtual tour for kinn’s suite too which is more like an apartment and we have: 

the lounge/living room that we see in episode 1 when kinn says to porsche ‘your life is mine now’ for the first time and behind there’s the couch where in episode 2 when kinn’s reading that book about coffee and tankhun asks him to switch bodyguards

the bathtub scene in episode 3 when kinn rejects the company of his friend because he’s still thinking about what happened to porsche when he was shot

the infamous condom+lube scene in episode 4 when we see kinn’s bedroom

the aftermath of the kiss in episode 4 

and finally the scene in episode 5 when porsche asks permission to go with thankun to kinn 

(also lol i think i’m pretty certain that kinn’s apartment in the mansion is the same as So from Our Days for those who are watching)

i can’t find more pictures of the inside of the hotel so i don’t know if the bit where we see the elevator is in this hotel or if it is another location but i’m pretty sure it’s all in there + i don’t think that the zone of the mansion where’s the koi pond is in the same hotel but it could be i guess  

lol i’ll leave the link to the visual tour of kinn’s room if anyone’s interested: https://www.rosewoodhotels.com/en/bangkok/accommodation/houses/bannakarn-house 

[david-pavoncello]

David: Are you staying alive?

David: Have you seen Vincenzo?

[ayaz--ates]

☎

NAME: Giordi. RINGTONE: Standard. PHOTO:

LAST PICTURE SENT:

> Recreate this picture. > I have a plan.

LAST TEXT SENT:

> I should add that I'm not sure it's a good plan.

[lefebvre-emilia]

Text | Emilia & Giordana

Emilia: How much an hour?

Emilia: I'll send the bill to my brother.

Emilia: A few things around the new place.

Emilia: I can explain more in person.

[giordirossi]

BEHIND THE MASK

A question never asked, yet answered all the same.   Date: Between April 10th-20th, 2024. Warnings: None.

Phone calls shouldn't drag out for longer than fifteen minutes tops, at least in Giordana's opinion.

Unless, of course, she happened to be caught in the endless conversational circle that was ringing her folks back in Launceston. Those always devolved after a quarter of an hour, playing catch up with mild news and constantly skirting around the massive elephant on the line surrounding her work. Inevitably they ran out of topics to hash out and resorted to rundowns of local obituaries, what birds her father saw in the yard that week, and when, for the love of the baby Lord Jesus himself, would she settle down with a nice Italian Catholic boy?

Which admittedly elicited more silent smirks than quick goodbyes these days. The kind only viewed by her reflection in the floor length mirror as she sat engulfed in the fabric of a shirt her very non-Italian, non-Catholic boyfriend left behind.

Tonight there were no private, mischievous smiles. No gossip about people from the old neighborhood. No jovial atmosphere behind this chat whatsoever. It felt rushed, almost frantic in a way that she seldom allowed her parents to hear. Or anyone else for that matter.

“I need you and Dad to go stay with Aunt Bea in Philly for a while.” Already she could hear her mother scoff, imagining the sight of long dark hair folding on itself as she undoubtedly gave Giordana's father an incredulous look. As if their daughter was begging for leniency on her adolescent curfew. “Not forever, just... until things cool down.”

"What things?”

“Ma—“

“Well, we can’t move our entire lives. D'you know how much it costs to relocate that fast?" A thick Launceston accent practically barreled down the phone at her. "We have important events coming up, what are we supposed to tell our friends and neighbors?"

As if on instinct, two fingers pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Dad playing cards at Vespucci's and you going to the salon with Trina do not count as important events, Ma." How to make them understand the gravity and the danger if they stayed? How she couldn't protect them across the pond if everything exploded? “You know Frankie and I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t serious.”

After the grandiose disaster that was the awards and how tepid the Sovrani alliance with the French appeared in its aftermath, she wouldn't take chances here. With no threat of croissant retribution as a barrier back in Launceston, the Russian hyenas waiting in the shadows would turn her hometown into a bloodbath again. Anyone with ties to the organization, especially to leadership and those in their circle, were fair game.

Under no circumstance was Giordana losing the only true parents she'd ever known.

Right when she anticipated a stern remark about tone, or lack of respect for her elders, her rebuttal was only met with heavy silence on the other end of the line.

And then, "I want you to answer me honestly." Shit. "Are you and your brother in some kind of trouble over there?"

"Not yet... Maybe soon.” Which equated to all the information she could provide, despite how ominous and unclear.

“Please, can you go stay with Beatrice? We need you both out of Launceston." A sigh through the speaker. "And we’ll need you to send over anything you have in the house connected to us. Pictures, documents, third grade macaroni art, whatever's left.”

“What! Why?!”

From somewhere in the background, her father chimed in, “I thought you said this wasn’t permanent, Giordana.”

“It’s a safety precaution. I’ll text you my address in London, don’t write it down anywhere.”

Nobody would rat them out as her parents— as the Rossi’s. There were too many Sovrani sympathizers or adjacent families in the old neighborhood who all looked after each other, but not every Russian traded competency for violence. The risk of somebody snooping where they shouldn’t remained a possibility.

Maybe paranoia gripped her because it’s what she would do to find a mark, rifle through family homes looking for connections. They needed to cut ties with Launceston and their children for awhile, only then could they be safe.

***

Barely one week later and a myriad of deliveries line the hallway of Giordana's home.

Boxes full of memories from hers and Frankie’s youth, all meticulously labeled because her mother never half-assed anything in this life. From high school yearbooks to little league sports trophies. Beneath a cardboard flap, some Polaroid photo sticks out partially obscured, though she recognizes it immediately as the outside of a local ice cream parlor back home.

A man stumbled up to the counter only minutes after the photo was taken. Unsteady on his feet with a blue shirt stained purple, his hands coated in a substance she couldn't see before her father rushed them into the car.

Good ole childhood memories, right?

Documents

The large black lettering catches her eye and Giordana scoops the package up from the floor, carrying it beneath one arm to the kitchen table. Unsure what compulsion makes her curious to rifle through it, she cuts open the clear tape and lifts a few papers into the light. Perhaps in search of an embarrassing disciplinary file from Frankie's school days that she could frame on the mantle. Wouldn't that be a sight.

Most of the sheets are expected and benign, so much so that she nearly misses the one labeled Birth Certificate. To her knowledge, Frankie was in possession of his after getting married to Aria and she keeps her own in a small personal safe in the bedroom down the hall.

Correction, she owns the amended version. The one reissued after a legal adoption has taken place. Her eyes hesitate at the top of the page, not venturing any further than the title.

She'd never seen the original before.

Never wanted to, quite frankly. Any early memories before her adoption were strategically buried once the Rossi's welcomed her into their family. What good was it to learn about the mother who abandoned her? Who sang a little girl to sleep until one morning she decided to just... give her away. Forever.

Had she known what that little girl would become? Did she sense the strangeness of her own child? The birth mother was still alive somewhere, or so Giordana heard, but hardly cared enough to find out.

Yet standing in the middle of her kitchen with the evidence of a long forgotten past sitting between slender fingers, she feels the oddest pang of–– not regret exactly. More of an incompleteness, a sudden deficiency that might be cured with a single glance.

Who was she before becoming Giordana Rossi?

Her gaze lowers, skimming over the birth details she already knows. Hospital, weight, height, nothing would be altered there. The birth name is different though.

Simone Martinez.

A breathy laugh escapes suddenly, relieved and amused all at once because she can't fathom answering to the name Simone. It isn't terrible, but neither does it match her current personality. She'll be sure to inform her parents of the wise change.

Mother: Monica Martinez.

No bells ring and while she hardly expected them to, somehow that leaves her a smidge disappointed. For all the faint memories she holds of the woman who gave her life, none of this feels familiar. She can only vaguely picture the face, blurry and distorted by the passage of time.

At least the father column is guaranteed to be empty. All her parents ever told her, and all she requested to hear, was that the woman had been a single mother and the birth father was unknown. Even to this Monica person.

Giordana peers down for confirmation and her stomach instantly drops. A barely audible, "What the fuck?" passes between painted lips as she crinkles the page in her grasp while holding it closer to the light.

The second parental designation isn't a blank space at all.

Father: Artur Petrov.

No.

No, that–– it must be a typo. Or a forgery.

Maybe her father planted it as a belated April Fools prank. Gotcha, that's what you get for worrying us! Ha ha!

Eyes widening with every passing second, she stares in horror at the name for what seems like an hour. As if scrutinizing it long enough might change the shape of the letters or erase them entirely.

Artur Petrov.

Petrov. It glares back at her from the document right above the official hospital seal and doctor's signature; a mocking condemnation.

The roar in her ears is loud enough to disorient and she drops the paper, discarding it with the rest of the box's contents before turning to stand over the sink. She hasn't vomited in years, yet bile rises in her throat all the same as realization upon realization crash over her head.

A desperate gasp staves the mess off just long enough for a softly anguished groan to replace it.

She's fucking Russian.

[k00292370]

Hey Tumblr

Today I did the filoconstruction workshop with Giordana and Muiread. Continuing from the workshop last week I did an embroidery piece on a heart.

First I traced the shape of the embroidery hoop in my sketchbook to draw a heart in proportion.

I then traced it into the fabric

I’ve never done embroidery before so there was a bit of a learning curve, the stitching changed a bit as I learned how to do a backstitch which made the lie work look cleaner

I decided to add a bit of colour like in most biology textbooks showing the left and right sides of the heart

I didn’t finish it in the workshop so I took it home and worked on it

I only did a simple line work, tomorrow I’ll try doing traditional embroidery with the filled in shapes, it’ll be more time consuming but hopefully it’ll look cool.

The lecturer also mentioned I should add text to show the emotions the heart is feeling which I’ll incorporate tomorrow

[k00299393]

Movement

Fashion & Textiles

I brought in some old items of clothing from home with the aim of creating part of a piece of clothing. As this time I was dealing with sadness I referred back to my daughters bedroom (perfectly kitted out for self soothing in times of stress or sadness) and it brought me to the hanger on the back of her door. And there again was a selection of hooded and non hooded soft textiles. And I remember back to covid, we are in lockdown, everyone is feeling down, stressed, worried and low and behold what is the next must have item to have in your closet?

The Oodie

The Snuggy blanket (Opened back) evolved into the must have item of covid the Oodie. Davie Fogarty launched the Oodie in 2018 and then his company by 2021. And in 2021 Penney's launched the more affordable dupe The Snuddie. So I wanted to make a hood, of sorts.

So I discussed my idea with Mairead and Giordana, Giordana suggested using a faux fur coat I had brought from home and instead of completely dismantling it for its fabric I could alter it. So following Giordana's advice I got to work

I cut off the bottom 2/3s from below the arm pit.

I removed the pockets, all buttons bar the top one and began playing around with the large piece of material to see what kind of hood shape I could create.

I like the pointed medieval style hoods so that's what I went with.

Folding the rectangle shape over on itself, leaving me with a rectangle.

Giordana said the only option really was to hand sew it, First I had lay it down securing it with pins and sew one length of the fur side.

I did the same to the lining. This took a great deal of time and my fingers were in bits after it.

Then I closed up the seem where I first had removed the material from under the arms.

The hardest part was yet to come. Assemble.

I decided to attach the hood to the underneath of the existing collar.

When Finished Giordana suggested that I could add to it, by embroidery. An image or text maybe.

So I decided to embroider a lavender flower into one of the slieves

Here is the unfinished disaster that is the lavender plant. All was ok in the world until I got to this. If I had had the time I should have gone back to Giordana and Mairead for advice.

When sewing into fur the thread disappeared, in hindsight I should probably have used wool.

I had a brainwave to use material to add volume and sew over it. This did help in terms of raising the stitching and make it visible. But it would have been better off being invisible coz my sewing was terrible.

Well if I thought my fingers were in bits before I was wrong...agony.

I have come to the fast realization that embroidering is definitely not for me.

[k00278086real]

Artist Research

Christopher Wool

While talking to Giordana today she mentioned the Artist Christopher Wool in relation to research for my project.

I decided to look into his artworks for inspiration on my own works and he was very helpful! I want to work with the idea of community and comfort in the bed and I think this can be best seen with the different stains in the bed, it represents the moments that occurred there and memories.

In this first piece he used a large white aluminum plate and painted black letters on it in a scattered unorganized manner discarding the normal grid system and making the views look closer. I was instantly intrigued by this as I would like to incorporate text into my works with night thoughts and I think the disoriented look to these resemble what I want to achieve.

The next piece consists of words out of focus and layered on top of each other. The words read impatient and impotent. This painting and others in his series join similar words creating contrasts by merging them together. I think this is just fascinating as you can do so much with words and he has been able to capture is greatly!

Lastly these paintings stood out to me as he used layers again but took a print using a cutting and stamped it on top of itself multiple times, I think this related to my current work as I want to look into printing and staining with the bed and I think I can take his works as great inspiration for that

[vincenzovespucci]

Texting - Giordana

Vincenzo: You and Dante look lovely.

Vincenzo: Just spectacular.

Vincenzo: More you.

[varden-lefebvre]

@Giordana. [text]

Varden: Busy?

Varden: I'm at AU tonight if you're free to meet me later.

Varden: For old time's sake.

[prdsd4na]

not to beef with children (i’m literally 24 years old i can’t beef with highschoolers on a tv show) BUT i would really like to listen to this amazing song that won OVER MY BABIES CHINZHILLA because it doesn’t make any sense that another group presented a song more beautiful and heartbreaking than let me tell you so they were robbed ROBBED and that’s it 

[inside-liminale]

Welcome

Welcome to Inside-Liminale, a collection of photos, videos, texts, and interviews that take you inside the Liminale choreographic project.

Liminale is a work of this historical period and is based on the experiment of creating with the digital tools. Inside our homes, new performative scenarios come alive, and we will explore the multiple possibilities that are given to us.

liminale-liminality 

/li-mi-nà-le/

adjective from the Latin word līmen

The quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle of a rite of passage

Alice Gosti Italian-American choreographer, director, and hybrid artist leads Liminale, promoted and supported by HOME | Centro di Creazione Coreografica in Perugia (Italy).

My name is Giordana, and I will guide you during this new online choreographic experiment.

Stay tuned!

[ayaz--ates]

[text for] @giordirossi

Ayaz: You look like you could use a drink. Ayaz: I feel like I should be the one to join you for it. Ayaz: Meet me on the terrace?

[lefebvre-emilia]

☎

Name: Giordana

Picture:

Last Picture Sent: N/A

Last Text Sent: Emilia: Are you able to help me with something? Emilia: No, it isn't killing anything. Emilia: I'm not allowed to do that anymore.

[giordirossi]

Text to @varden-lefebvre

Giordana: Hi. I left something in your letterbox. Giordana: Not a bomb :)