#tableux

[newtonian-tragedy]

[mhouellebecq]

La mort est difficile pour vielles dames trop riches Entourées de belles-filles qui les appellent «ma biche» Pressent un mouchir de lin sur leurs yeux magnifiques, Évaluent les tableux et les meubles antiques.

Je préfère la mort des vieux de HLM Qui s'imaginent encore jusqu'au bout qu'on les aime, Attendant la venue du fils hypothétique Qui paierait le cercueil en sapin authentique.

Les vielles dames trop trop riches finissent au cimetière, Entourées de cyprès et d'arbustes en plastique C'est une promendade pour les sexagénaires, Les cyprès sentent bon et chassent les moustiques.

Les vieux de HLM finissent au crématoire, Dans un petit casier à l'étiquette blancher. Le bâtiment est calme; personne, même le dimanche, Ne dérange le sommeil du très vieux gardien noir.

Death is difficult for old ladies who are too rich Surrounded by daughters-in-law who call them “my doe” Press a linen handkerchief to their magnificent eyes, Evaluate antique tables and furniture.

I prefer the death of the old people in HLM Who still imagine to the end that we love them, Waiting for the hypothetical son to come Who would pay for the authentic fir coffin.

Old ladies who are too rich end up in the cemetery, Surrounded by cypresses and plastic shrubs It's a promenade for sixty-year-olds, The cypresses smell good and repel mosquitoes.

Old people from HLM end up in the crematorium, In a small box with a white label. The building is quiet; no one, even on Sunday, Disturbs the sleep of the very old black guard.

From: La Poursuite du Bonheur

[shgark]

normally my thoughts don't manifest visually in my mind (i'd describe it more as a voice but without the audio part - if that makes sense?)

i've reading so much manga lately that time froze and it felt like i was in a tableux for a manga panel

i felt my thought materialise above my head in the form of a thought bubble, it felt so weird

this feels like something adjacent to the tetris effect lol

[bottegapowerpoint]

Wassily Kandinsky, 11 tableux et 7 poèmes

[notmuchtoconceal]

notice how your good faith critic here has no inclination whatsoever to recommend any of the voluminous tomes she herself has read on abortion

as if it needs to be pointed out she's struggling to keep her small dog syndrome to herself, well-aware all she knows how to do is make noise herself.

small dog syndrome comes from insecurity. that word can be used as an insult, but if one has the capacity to detach and elevate themselves over the loaded emotions they have no desire to learn to control, cause bye bye -- there goes sympathy cred with the wounded man haters of the "correct" gender if you don't got a trauma narrative to blend in, lower yourself and tow the party line.

notice the casual homophobia she thinks is offensive to others, cause she herself is still dominated by conservative fantasies of straights being real men.

she thinks that's a clever own, and may even think she's charming and lady-like, but in the crass way which men like. she wants to be reveled in and wanted, yet she's charmless and horrid.

notice how she seems to think of books as talismans which endow her with the glamor of authority.

somehow i doubt she understands the value of long reads as like... taking a big dick to pace yourself. staying engaged with an argument long-form and structuring your thoughts in tiers of theses and antitheses to build that coveted detachment which helps one think their own thoughts and assess ambiguity with an orderly and productive calm.

rather, i suspect she's aware most americans are illiterates and "looking smart" is easy if one knows how to do a surface scan, sort common talking points into a tableux of buzzwords, then do superficial research to attain one additional level of perceived "expertise" aware most individuals are precisely as shallow as she is and won't ask any follow-ups if she knows how to deploy them strategically to keep others in their place.

this is because she wants to be "right" and thinks there's a "correct" answer. she has no interest in arriving at deeper or transcendent truths, she simply wishes to belong -- desperately -- and being a self-confessed bitch knows not to rock the boat, ruffle any feathers, and prove her purity by sickin herself on any perceived threat to her adopted orthodoxy -- particularly ones which expose her own failings and how much still she still has to hide.

in essence, she's too afraid to live and is already dead. once we had wished to mourn her, yet she's proven herself a troublesome ghoul.

the state of her death is occurring at the level of thought. being as long-reads are simply a power token to her -- so engaged is she with the superficial, craving authority for she can't form equilateral human connections without plunging into psychosis as all her lies unravel before her eyes (real human beings, of course, being too complex to be pinned down with rhetoric alone -- as if one wished to attempt to study neuroscience by dissecting a brain in a jar with a steak knife) she assumes all information is already known, a symptom of her blind faith in "experts".

knowledge, to her, is not a means to better the world by bettering yourself. it's something which one hoards to use as artillery fire, for of course -- she comes to the natural conclusion that controlling others is easier than controlling herself. if you allow yourself to be controlled in the way she is, you can be "smart" too. her arguments are very good, seeing as all she can do is call others stupid to hide her own stupidity, for the "correct" answer -- which she knows, being one of the good ones -- is so obvious to anyone who does what they're told and conforms to the consumption of the stale bread of doctrine.

she's safe. she's saved. she's on the right team.

naturally, my first instinct was to keep ignoring her, for even to refer to her as a beta, a bitch, a cuck, a faggot -- is to embolden her by enflaming her nethers, for look at you poor fool, once more you have been looked upon by me.

yes, i know i make you horny.

yes, i know you yearn to feel my teeth on your neck and my dick in your mouth as you melt in my arms.

tough shit. if you had played it cool and respected my personal autonomy as a fellow adult man as i had respected yours, we'd be world travelers right now. instead what you needed was a man ten years your junior to be your daddy, while also being so femme you stirred a latent heterosexual awakening, then fagged out and bitched when i tried to sort out my complicated feelings in regard to being attracted to men, but also you. the fact that i had a mind of my own petrified you, for all you know how to do is control and be controlled, hence beauty, love, poetry and all which makes life worth living is an obscene forgery for they reveal the extent of your failings.

yes, i am better than you. effortlessly. i don't need to demean others to feel better about myself. i'm demeaning you now because you've come crawling back and therefore desperately need us. this is a service. you're an ingrate and don't appreciate love when it's conditional. you think because you're weak enough to offer yourself as a doormat, others ought extend you the same courtesy. this is moronic. some of us put in the work to not be doormats, and if you need to be babied, you ought at least show some appreciation and courtesy to your new mommies.

so, in spite of wishing to ignore her, i stumbled across this vid on the entropic nature of the trickster figure under crissendom and it made me laugh.

it straight up confirmed she can only destroy cause she can't create.

she doesn't exist in a state of harmonious transformation with others, cause in her need to be "right" all information is already fixed, every argument settled, and she just needs to input the right codes at the right time to get what she wants.

in other words, she's a cheater.

by fetishizing books as symbols of authority and authors as "experts" -- anyone in the current zeitgeist bathed in an aura of much-coveted "popularity" and "relevance" -- what she does is piggy-back to feel high enough to make her assertions carry the most miniscule weight. in memorizing arguments like trivia, she can only move in the same predictable patterns and fails to collate disparate data points, put the pieces together or exercise the creation of her own genius.

she denies herself, even as she takes from others.

she gives it all away, even as she receives even less.

she's dead of anemia, even as she remains a hoarder.

her vast stores of semantic memory can make her appear superficially charming, even for months and years, and yet -- under the surface, she's motivated by pure, wounded desperation and ultimately can only keep you fooled by targeted ad-bot strategies which when they don't work -- as you can see the bullshit, deduce her motives and recognize the crudity of the attempt -- she curses you her own obviousness by making you out to be exactly like "them". The inconsiderate douchebags who are very smart not to listen to her because they can intuitively pick up on a loser when they see one. Like her hair is constantly frizzy from her brain being fried by an electrical storm, as all the tears she sheds about not knowing why she's the way she is become naught but traps and weepy coercions.

ultimately, with her lies, half-truths and general absurdity, she reinforces anti-intellectual biases and sets back the plight of the marginalized by being a vindictive user amongst their ranks. she ultimately exists completely -- and seemingly without awareness -- as an instrument of regression, and only wishes to see you ruined the same.

more in heaven and earth, horacio.

shit right here's a real good demonstration of what not to be, bros. even if normally pure contrarianism is pretty stupid, she's exactly the kind of person who you should just do the exact opposite of everything she says, cause humoring her bullshit will see your capacity to rebel parasitized and assimilated into the dominant ideology.

notice how like... she's fixated on the topic of abortion, when the substance of the conversation is the fundamental paradox of American values, ie. being "pro-life" in a country which clearly doesn't respect the sanctity of life. she can't see what's being discussed, cause she's focused on the buzzword. the hot-button issue. she displays a startling lack of reading comprehension due to her ctrl+f search and find non-style, seeing as she already knows what she's looking for, since she herself has consented to be programmed

each of us dumped her, but here she is

still stalking our pages, shit talking and missing us

still no inkling of a desire to man up, apologize, take accountability or risk reigniting our friendship

it's not gonna be easy like it was before. we know all her tricks. we won't be fooled. all she can do is beg for scraps like a dog whimpering under the table.

all she can do is rub her fag clittie and stew in her own feces as she screams for love from men she already cast aside, well-aware she can't do better

she has no life. no future. she's given up.

i was pretty much the best thing that ever happened to her and she spit in my face.

now i have new friends. a new life. no qualm with sharing my dick with any good boy who has the mental and emotional fortitude to make me feel happy and wanted. desired by men and women, well on my way to getting everything i could ever want or need, and still... what i want most is to write

the joys of people remain at odds with the joys of contemplation and deep-study, but i'm good at balancing this shit cause i wanna live in my fullness, my truth, as the totality of myself.

shit ain't ever goin back to the way it was, bro.

i love my life and so should you

enjoying watching two total fucking idiots -- so hopelessly stupid it's hard to believe such dumbasses even exist -- talking about abortion without having the faintest of clues of what a woman even looks like with her pants off, let alone even the smallest hint of a clue as to what goes on in medicine

all because they're programmed to feel as entitled to having opinions about things they know nothing about as any other idiot

but that you just go on and on and on and on in your own realm of ribbon tape words is what makes it funnier and more stupid to watch, like watching a dog keep being set off with barking

woof woof woof woof woof, making noise all day

and it will do it again and again without being capable of reading so much as one book on abortion to even start to learn the faintest of a clue about the basics of what it is so agitated and woofing about

Chill, dude! I honestly don't understand why this topic of "abortion" affects you so personally? Your whole "message" is nothing more than highly emotional blablabla without any facts. And aren't it guys like you who always uphold freedom of speech? So far you haven't given me any arguments that refute my liberal opinion on this topic.

I'm assuming you're a man and at least bisexual (otherwise you wouldn't be looking at half-naked guys here…). What exactly qualifies you more than me? Are you the one who has a pussy and is pregnant, who has to carry a child?! Anyone can cum in a pussy, that doesn't qualify you.

You can also be sure that I am familiar with the female anatomy and the course of pregnancy. For example, I am aware that the entire "phylogeny" is experienced in the womb: from single-celled organisms to fish-like organisms to higher mammals.

However, I don't dare to say at what point it is already "murder" to have an abortion. But I find it difficult to recognize a pile of cells in the first few weeks as a fully-fledged life and to equate it with born humans! That seems a bit exaggerated to me. You, on the other hand, have apparently made a firm decision here a long time ago, and that is your right, but you cannot expect others to live by your views!

I just think that it is a 100% private matter between BOTH parents, just like my vaccination status is none of the damn state's business! If you want one freedom, you have to accept freedom in other matters too, otherwise this statement "my body – my choice" used by both anti-vaccination and anti-abortion people is very selectively one-sided, not to mention hypocritical.

To be honest, I don't feel like making a moral judgement about others: The woman herself has to deal with any pangs of conscience about aborting an unborn child, together with the father. And in my opinion, there are certainly valid reasons for abortion, such as malformations, rape, drug addiction and psychological or economic problems, although in the latter case adoption would be a good alternative, as there are enough couples who are infertile but would like to have their own kids. Consequently, I cannot say that I am a fan of aborting HEALTHY unborn babies in the later months of pregnancy, as adoption is always an option that should not be socially taboo.

No Awareness of Consequences

My impression is that abortion opponents in general are not really interested in the questions AFTER birth, but just want to keep their moral compass high: What happens after "calving" doesn't seem to interest them at all, when women are often completely on their own. That's why I find the demand for a general ban on abortion without a social safety net to be deeply hypocritical.

I can certainly understand if someone sees abortion as murder. But you can also argue against it, because the unborn child is not yet able to live on its own, especially in the first months (and premature births are always problematic).

And my other criticism is that we already have so much child poverty on this planet and terrible collective crimes. In Iraq alone, children are dying from the effects of the uranium munitions used by the Americans, which contaminated large parts of the landscape. Unbelievable crimes have been committed, and the same state with its conservative base that approves of these wars as a "patriotic duty" now presumes to judge abortion on "moral" grounds! Do you finally see how duplicitous that is?!

I have already spoken about the subject of abortion in a longer essay, including personal information, where I ask for a more comprehensive view of this subject, since abortion dominated the last US election campaign.

[josequijano-garcia]

Silhouette #joelpeterwitkin #tableux #allusion

[yakultlover457]

just watched the tableux live

the cool piano tones are great. they add this nocturnal, alien feeling to the song… even in the live performance this atmosphere is palpable. but the transition into plms???????? what a tease ????????

bloodshot eyes

[fotopadova]

Staged Photography?

di Carlo Maccà

  -- Il festival Fotografia Europea, che si svolge ogni anno fra aprile e giugno a Reggio Emilia, è uno degli eventi imperdibili per l'amatore che voglia tenere aggiornata la propria cultura. La Fondazione Palazzo Magnani, per assicurare quanto meno un minimo di continuità nell'anno in corso dopo l'interruzione forzata, in questi ultimi tre mesi offre due mostre. La più rilevante viene proposta come "la prima mostra in Italia dedicata al fenomeno della staged photography, tendenza che, a partire dagli anni Ottanta, ha rivoluzionato il linguaggio fotografico e la collocazione della fotografia nell’ambito delle arti contemporanee ", con la presenza di autori di grande notorietà, come Jeff Wall, Cindy Sherman, Sandy Skoglund, Joan Fontcuberta e la star mondiale David La Chapelle.

Qualcuno che ha almeno una infarinatura sulla storia e le tradizioni della fotografia, potrebbe rimanere interdetto al sentir definire "rivoluzionaria" una "tendenza" della fotografia che viene denominata staged. Quel termine si addice, ed è stato spesso applicato, a un modo di fotografare in uso fin dai primi decenni della fotografia artistica come di quella commerciale, senza mancare in quella amatoriale.

Per quanto riguarda l'attualità, appare perfettamente legittimata quella fotografa nordamericana di provincia (Leesburg, Virginia) che titola "Staged Photography" la propria attività e il relativo sito Facebook, nel quale così si propone per foto di famiglia e simili: " Staged is a combination of on location natural light and in studio photography. È l'incontro fra un fotografo esperto e un artista rifinito che si specializza nella progettazione di scenografie impareggiabili. Chiamatelo un combinato di menti artistiche. Siamo specializzati in immagini di: Maternità. Neonati, Bimbi, Gruppi, Giovani e Famiglie. Siamo entusiasti della nostra capacità di offrire ai clienti non solo foto mozzafiato dei loro bimbi e delle loro famiglie, ma anche scenografie uniche e magistralmente eseguite".

        Staged Photograhy, Facebbok. La fotografa, il suo sito e un'immagine campione.

Quanto poi all'aspetto "rivoluzionario" dello staging nell'attuale fotografia d'autore, a quel qualcuno di cui sopra il binomio "staged photography" richiama inevitabilmente i tableaux vivants nati ai primi albori della fotografia: cioè quelle composizioni fotografiche che pretendevano di sfidare ad alto livello artistico la pittura. Memorabili sono il paradigmatico The Two Ways of Life di Oscar Gustave Rejlender, montaggio di ben 32 pose fotografiche, 1857; o Fading away di Henry Peach Robinson, 1858, con "sole" cinque pose.

         Henry Peach Robinson, Fading away, 1858 circa.

Quei Tableux Vivants fotografici, che spesso si ispiravano a opere pittoriche famose, sono da molti ritenuti come le radici della Pictorial Photography, che imperversò fino alla prima guerra mondiale e un po' oltre. E allora quel signore di cui sopra, usando uno zoom adatto a inquadrare bene ogni tappa della storia della fotografia, non avrà dubbi a vedere in un certo settore della Staged Photography un diretto pronipote di quei tableaux, pronipote tutt'altro che rivoluzionario pur se disconosce l'antenato. E a ritenerlo semplicemente un revival messo in moto dall'avvento della fotografia digitale e della sua elaborazione informatica, che hanno aggiornato tecnicamente e facilitato materialmente quelle operazioni che nell'era analogica nessuno aveva più la pazienza di fare, e che da decenni venivano considerate con sufficienza se non con disgusto.

Almeno due fra gli autori presenti a Reggio Emilia possono essere considerati discendenti dei pionieri dell'800, a cominciare dall'approccio fattuale per finire con i temi assunti. L'esempio più calzante è certamente l'Ophelia (2018) dell'inglese Julia Fullerton Batte, un rifacimento testuale del dipinto (1851) del preraffaellita John Everett Millais, già oggetto di attenzione di molti fotografi "ri-creativi" antichi e moderni. A prescindere dalla presunta rivoluzione, all'opera di Julia Fullerton si deve riconoscere, rispetto a tante altre, un fascino quasi pari a quello della pittura originale.

        Il rifacimento fotografico di Ophelia (Julia Fullerton) e il dipinto di Millais.

Con uno spirito totalmente diverso, una volontaria apoteosi del kitsch, irriverente e dissacrante,  David LaChapelle ha messo mano alla propria revisione dell'Ultima Cena di Leonardo, degli affreschi di Michelangelo nella Cappella Sistina e di molti altre opere pittoriche famose.

        L'Ultima Cena di Leonardo attualizzata da David LaChapelle.

I capolavori della pittura divenuti le vittime più frequenti degli stagers sono probabilmente le scene di interni dipinte da Vermeer, caricaturate volontariamente ma soprattutto involontariamente da miriadi di velleitari "artisti rivoluzionari" che evidentemente del pittore olandese non hanno capito nulla o non vogliono avere nessun rispetto (e qui sta la "rivoluzione"!).

Già gli esempi sopra citati bastano a suggerire che il termine staged photography, che letteralmente nella nostra lingua dovrebbe diventare "fotografia messa in scena", possa coprire tutto quello che non è una  "istantanea" presa al volo: dai tableaux vivants fino ai gruppi e ai singoli in posa. Tutti noi che abbiamo frequentato la scuola dell'obbligo in tempi meno schizzinosi riguardo alla privacy conserviamo in qualche cassetto l'immagine della classe ben distribuita sulla scalinata d'ingresso, coll'insegnante in centro o a lato; molti di noi anche quella della Prima Comunione nostra, del figlio o del nipotino, ciascuno in posa molto pia. Perché, sì, anche il ritrattino d'una persona "in posa" rispetta le premesse di una staged photography. 

        Una delle poche fotografie staged di (ma solo in senso passivo) Gianni Berengo Gardin. [1]

Fino alla metà dell'ultimo secolo del millennio scorso, nel linguaggio comune esistevano due modi di ripresa dei soggetti fotografici che includono persone: la "istantanea" catturata al volo, e la "posa". Il secondo, non necessariamente legato a maggiori tempi di esposizione, era quello in cui i soggetti si mettevano o venivano messi “in posa”; gli amatori, se abbastanza abbienti da permettersi un apparecchio con autoscatto e un cavalletto, con una corsetta durante il tempo morto tra la pressione sul pulsante di scatto e l'azione del diaframma o della tendina, riuscivano ad includere se stessi nell'immagine fotografata (in pratica, facevano un selfie - vi immaginate qualche politico attuale fare i selfie con in suoi fans se non esistesse lo smartphone?). 

        Helmut Newton, They are coming (dressed), 1981.

Messe in scena, cioè staged, sono anche le fotografie di studio, e in particolare quelle di moda, fra cui compaiono immagini prodotte da veri maestri della fotografia (Figura 5). E nascono staged anche le Stage photos, ossia le "foto di scena" del teatro, del balletto e del cinema, dove stage viene dal termine inglese per palcoscenico. E dall'insieme non dovremmo escludere neppure le fotografie di oggetti inanimati meticolosamente "messi in posa", come quelle immagini impropriamente chiamate nella nostra lingua "nature morte". e nei paesi anglosassoni still photography, fotografia "immobile" [2].  Ma questi tre generi fotografici sono ufficialmente esclusi dalla Staged Photography dei "rivoluzionari" [3]. A meno che non siano, per esempio, scene storiche composte con pupazzetti di plastica e altri oggetti (come nella seguente immagine.

        David Lawrence Levinthal, Dallas 1963.

La vera rivoluzione nella fotografia è l'avvento del digitale, che ha aggiornato tecnicamente e facilitato tutte le operazioni che fino a per un secolo e mezzo avevano richiesto abilità, tempo e pazienza, soprattutto quando allo staging doveva seguire una ricomposizione delle immagini (quella che una volta si chiamava "fotomontaggio"). Tutte le altre presunte rivoluzioni non sono che fasi dell'adattamento dell'arte al mutevole spirito dei tempi, nel bene e nel male. Adattamento attivato nei secoli soprattutto dai progressi tecnici: la pittura ad olio... la stampa.. .la fotografia... la computerizzazione digitale...[4].

E allora converrebbe assegnare al "fenomeno" oggetto di questi commenti, o piuttosto a ciascuna delle sue differenti anime (presenti solo in parte nella mostra di Reggio Emilia) una denominazione diversa, più appropriata, meno generica ed equivoca, facendo riferimento a quanto è stato scritto dai vari autori che si sono impegnati ad anatomizzare l’opera d’arte nell’epoca della sua riproducibilità e della creazione digitale [5], (alcuni dei quali, come Jeff Wall e Joan Fontcuberta, sono stati tradotti in italiano). Si dovrebbe riparlarne. Per il momento, può bastare un generico "fotografia messa in scena", come da vocabolario, abbastanza discriminante rispetto alla semplice "foto in posa"? [6].

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[1] Da: Gianni Berengo Gardin, In parole povere. Un'autobiografia con immagini. Contrasto, 2020, p. 17.

[2] Still è anche, sostantivato, il "fermo immagine" d'un filmato.

[3] Per i compilatori frettolosi dei comunicati stampa di qualsiasi mostra d'arte, dalle internazionali alle paesane, le opere devono essere  "decostruttive", "dissacranti"; o almeno "inquietanti", e se non altro "intriganti": qualificazioni che, esimendo da ulteriori chiarimenti, facilitano il loro lavoro. Ma l'attributo che assicura il massimo richiamo sembra sia: "rivoluzionarie".

[4] Progresso fondamentale ai fini della nascita della fotografia digitale, del quale Padova può gloriarsi almeno un poco, perché il creatore del primo microprocessore (http://www.fagginfoundation.org/it/biografia/) e autore di molti altri sviluppi in questo campo (fra cui il sensore Foveon usato negli apparecchi fotografici Sigma), il vicentino Federico Faggin, si è laureato in Fisica all'Università di Padova. Si legga l'autobiografia Silicio, Dall'invenzione del microprocessore alla nuova scienza della consapevolezza, Mondadori 2019. (Lo scrivente, vanagloriosamente, si compiace di ricordare la fraterna amicizia del proprio padre col padre dello scienziato).

[5] Necessario, anzi  fatale aggiornamento dell'opera di Walter Benjamin.

[6] I francesi considerano quella che altrove viene chiamata Staged Photography come una categoria della Photographie Plasticienne (Dominique Baqué, Photographie Plasticienne, l'extrême contemporain, Éditions du Regard 2004, pp 88 e seguenti, capitolo Scénographie de la Culture). Questo termine sembra non abbia trovato corrispondenza nello specifico linguaggio italiano.

[desulis]

Identifier des détails cachés sur chefs-d'œuvre artistiques du Louvre. #art #louvre #paris #painting #tableux #peinture (à Institut Français D'Indonesie)

[thehessiansisters]

Photograph of Princess Alix performing in a Tableux-Vivant called "The Novice" by Charles Albert Wilson, Balmoral, 5 October 1888.

[espejonight28738]

I'm re-watching Hannibal (again, yes), and I'm noticing than in a lot of hannigram fics it's like a very commom trope that everyone suspects the copycat knows Will or at least knows about him, and I think that means everyone in the fics are smarter than in the actual show bc Will really said something like

"[the tableux] was almost gift grapped for me. It's like it showed me the negatives so I could se the possitives"

And everyone was like yeah what a crazy coincidence

[fatalism-and-villainy]

The colour thing is used interestingly elsewhere, outside of the empathy sequences. In season 2, the stream that Will mentally retreats to is completely saturated with colour, in a stark contrast to the dullness of his cell. When Hannibal figures out the location of the mural killer via smell, the fields surrounding the silo come into view, vibrant with colour, and the visual shift back to the forensics lab feels like a loss. Imagined and constructed worlds feel as real, if not more so, than the real world - and by extension, the "realist" aspect of the narrative, the police procedural and legal drama, is flimsy and ephemeral, with a much more vibrant and gorgeous world pushing to burst through its seams at any moment.

Initial observations from rewatching Apéritif - the way the very first scene features the way the completely shifts to demonstrate the contrast between the "real world" action and Will's mental re-creation of the crime scene. The actual procedural mechanisms are in duller tones:

But the re-creation of the crime has warmer, more vibrant tones:

It's such a fascinating choice for how exactly to create visual distinction for that! Especially since the show does this in lots of ways for other storytelling shortcuts, like the black and white flashbacks at various points. This particular way - foregrounded in the opening of the show - emphasizes the aesthetic beauty of violence. These sequences are just so much lovelier to look at than the real world events! And Will's face, as the usual yellow flashes that mark the beginning of an Empathy Sequence play over the scene, just feels like it's flushed with the golden glow and brought to life by it.

It just signals so much off the bat about the show's premise and approach - both the allure violence holds for Will, the way that it brings out such a vital part of him, and the broader narrative and cinematic prioritization of imagination ("mental palaces") over reality - the phantasmagoria feels more lived-in, more emotionally charged, than a more realist landscape.

[idonotinfatuateadority-blog]

Hannibal walks into the room: You know Will that doctor really irks me.

Will looking up from his beer: Oh yeah? What... What are you going to do about it?

Hannibal: I have a good mind to choke him to death with my bare hands.

Will: Uhuh... Is... He... Maybe worth a tableux?

Hannibal: I suppose I could slit him open, take out his nervous system then spread it out and gilt it with gold leaf like rays of the sun.

Will moans:

Hannibal: What was that?

Will blushes: Nothing.

Hannibal: You were enjoying that.

Will: No I was not! I was clearing my throat!

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

How I feel when someone else takes control over my creative efforts...

Have worked for three weeks on a Nativity play for a friend's church and it's changed from what was at first a dialogue driven script (totally my thing) to a storybook style with accompanying tableuxs (not really my thing, but manageable) and now someone else has got a hold of it and most of my words are nowhere to be found, it's been dumbed down and audience interaction added. (Most definitely not my thing. In fact I absolutely hate it)

If they had said that's what they wanted to begin with I would have told them I wouldn't be a part of it in the first place. It's like a pantomime and I'm now embarrassed to even have any connection to it. It's awful and I'm gonna have to pull out. I'm so upset and mad that all my hard work has been completely steamrolled by awful audience interactions that have nothing to do with the story of Jesus and in my opinion will distract from the actual message.

[cynicalrainbows]

Bly Manor ending: Director’s Cut

(Or: How Bly Manor Should Have Ended.)

***

The hand on her shoulder has her half sitting up with a gasp.

‘Jesus Poppins, you nearly gave me a heart attack-’

‘Well then that makes us even-’ Dani presses a reluctant kiss to her wife’s temple and shrugs off her jacket with a yawn. ‘Remind me to never ask you to wait up for me again, will you? Is it too much to ask that you just stay awake like a normal person? Rather than set up some creepy….tableux for me?’

‘Is that the thanks I get for sitting in a bloody chair half the night?’

Dani raises an unimpressed eyebrow. ‘It doesn’t seem to have affected your sleep…’

Jamie laughs and then winces as she stretches her cramped muscles. ‘I couldn’t help it- the reception was dull as ditchwater. Oh and speaking of what, I ran a bath for you if you wanted one-’

‘Thanks love-’ Dani starts undoing her blouse. ‘But in case you haven’t noticed, it’s nearly 3am. Stone cold by now, not that I don’t appreciate it.’

‘Oh-’ Jamie is a crestfallen for a moment then brightens. ‘Guess we’ll just have to bathe together in the morning….’

‘With the door wide open so anyone can wander in? Yes, great idea….’

‘Oh come on, it was open a crack-’ Jamie feels duty-bound to defend herself on this point. ‘So you could get in if you lost your keycard. Without waking up the entire hotel. Again’

‘That was one time!’

‘Do you have your keycard on your?’

Dani freezes and then slumps. ‘......No. Dammit.’

‘You’re welcome.’

‘Alright, I concede that that was very thoughtful of you.’

‘Thank you-’

Dani sinks down and starts unlacing her shoes. ‘Oh, by the way, after breakfast tomorrow, you’re going to go and take some apology wine to Flora and her fiance.’

‘What? Why?’ Jamie is confounded. ‘If anyone should be apologising, it should be you for getting called away last minute!’

Yes and I-’ Dani emphasises it. ‘-made my apologies and absented myself discretely to help Hannah out so that Owen wouldn’t have to leave, I did NOT-’ She pulls back the bedcovers with slightly more force than necessary. ‘-make up some horrible sad ending to a story that NO ONE asked me to tell and just completely kill the mood for everyone! They’re all completely freaked out- I heard that one woman in the elevator as i came up trying out all the spellings of Bly Manor on google!’

Jamie snorts. ‘God knows where she’ll end up…’

‘It’s not funny!’ Dani swats her wife’s arm as she climbs into the bed. ‘Couldn’t you have just told them the real ending, if you had to tell it at all?’

‘What, and have them all feeling so warm and fuzzy they all start sharing the same stories of how THEY met their bloody boring spouses that I’ve already had to listen to once? Not likely!’ Jamie shakes a finger, mock warningly. ‘I tell you Poppins, I have had to have three- three- separate conversations about house prices today, I could not bear another second of it.’

Dani narrows her eyes, unconvinced. ‘Couldn’t you just-’

‘No! Not if I want to get through tomorrow. Look-’ Jamie takes Dani’s hand in both of her own and kisses it, pleadingly. ‘For Flora and for you, I’ll come to this thing. And I’ll be very nice to everyone and I won’t let a single contrary word pass my lips but I just couldn’t bear another moment listening to those people, ok? I had to do something to shut them up and keep them shut up. And besides-’ she adds ‘Flora didn’t complain. She always liked my spooky stories best anyway, it was Miles who said they were too creepy…’

‘Still-’

‘AND just think- no matter how boring this whole thing gets, no matter how resentful these people might be that they’ve had to drive all this way for a wedding-’

‘Love, not everyone secretly hates weddings-’

‘Firstly, yes they do, they just won’t admit it because no one is brave enough, and secondly-’ Jamie takes a breath ‘Secondly, just think- now they can all bond over that weird lady who told that weird story that no one even asked for-’

‘Jamie!’

‘-and that’ll give them something to talk about until they go home. I’ve done them a favour really-’ Jamie assets confidently, pulling the covers up around her. ‘Now everyone’ll be bonded and happy and amused. Even if that means I’m chastised and scolded by my irate wife-’

‘Jamie, shut up, would you?’

(But as Dani clicks off the light and fits herself into Jamie’s arms, Jamie can feel her wife’s smile pressed against her collarbone. Somehow she doesn’t feel scolded at all.)

[georgelstein]

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