elation, ambivalence
I am officially a feature film director.
The first leg of the shoot went smashingly. In case you're not on Instagram, here's a portrait of me on location. A portrait of a feature film director.
Yes, we have roughly 67 of 87 pages left to shoot. Yes, there's a long road ahead. (No pun intended.) Yes, we're now madly scouting locations for the next leg, juggling actor schedules, wondering, will it snow in the Angeles National Forest in December? Really hoping it won't snow in the Angeles National Forest in December.
Yes, we're still piecing the money together. But, we're piecing the money together!! Or, as one mensch of an investor prefers to call it, "the moolah."
I'll share more of the nitty-gritty on Pipeline Artists soon. Maybe even offer some practical advice. This hurdle we've just—hurdled? feels immense. I'm a different person than I was when you last heard from me.
*****
This month on social media (😬): In case you are on Instagram, I've started an account for my dad, Michael Dennis, to showcase his sculpture. It's been an interesting experiment for me, good practice to promote someone else, as I'm so ambivalent about promoting myself. Turns out I'm ambivalent here too. On the one hand, Michael doesn't need Instagram. His work, which is in public spaces all over BC and elsewhere, tends to advertise itself, and people seek him out with inquiries. It feels THIRSTY to be posting on Insta, with all those thirsty little hashtags no less. It hurts my little Gen X heart. It also seems very not-Michael. On the other hand, it's growing into a cool collection of images of his work. Maybe that's enough reason to do it.
This month in print: Speaking of social media, a Twitter friend recently requested recs for "a fantastic piece of new literary fiction. Not experimental... but perception-stretching and surprisingly written." Mieko Kawakami's Breasts and Eggs is precisely that. I highly recommend it. I'm way into this new school of female writers raging against the patriarchy in Japan.
This month in tacos: I've got nada. It's possible I'm getting too picky.
xoxo,
Laramie
The first leg of the shoot went smashingly. In case you're not on Instagram, here's a portrait of me on location. A portrait of a feature film director.
Yes, we have roughly 67 of 87 pages left to shoot. Yes, there's a long road ahead. (No pun intended.) Yes, we're now madly scouting locations for the next leg, juggling actor schedules, wondering, will it snow in the Angeles National Forest in December? Really hoping it won't snow in the Angeles National Forest in December.
Yes, we're still piecing the money together. But, we're piecing the money together!! Or, as one mensch of an investor prefers to call it, "the moolah."
I'll share more of the nitty-gritty on Pipeline Artists soon. Maybe even offer some practical advice. This hurdle we've just—hurdled? feels immense. I'm a different person than I was when you last heard from me.
*****
This month on social media (😬): In case you are on Instagram, I've started an account for my dad, Michael Dennis, to showcase his sculpture. It's been an interesting experiment for me, good practice to promote someone else, as I'm so ambivalent about promoting myself. Turns out I'm ambivalent here too. On the one hand, Michael doesn't need Instagram. His work, which is in public spaces all over BC and elsewhere, tends to advertise itself, and people seek him out with inquiries. It feels THIRSTY to be posting on Insta, with all those thirsty little hashtags no less. It hurts my little Gen X heart. It also seems very not-Michael. On the other hand, it's growing into a cool collection of images of his work. Maybe that's enough reason to do it.
This month in print: Speaking of social media, a Twitter friend recently requested recs for "a fantastic piece of new literary fiction. Not experimental... but perception-stretching and surprisingly written." Mieko Kawakami's Breasts and Eggs is precisely that. I highly recommend it. I'm way into this new school of female writers raging against the patriarchy in Japan.
This month in tacos: I've got nada. It's possible I'm getting too picky.
xoxo,
Laramie
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