movie updates, silver pants, Michelin-approved tacos
I think I've diagnosed the problem. The minute I suggested that people sign up for this newsletter to get "jaunty, periodic updates" on Where in the Hell, I froze. The stakes were too high. The edit took a long time. There weren't that many updates!_(ツ)_/¯
But you're not judging me. You're here for the pants too, aren't you? And the tacos?
Anyhoo.
I do have updates this month. Very solid updates 🙌🏼
Where in the Hell has been awarded a ReFrame Stamp, “a mark of distinction for projects that have demonstrated gender-balanced hiring,” both behind and in front of the camera. I'm really proud of this.
We've locked picture. Meaning, we're done with the edit. It's locked. No more shuffling anything around. We've also locked down the music licensing, completed the sound edit, and done the final sound mix. Holy shit.
The last big step is the color grading, which we have not yet done. We're still raising the last pieces of finishing funds.
IT'S A MARATHON, MY DUDES
I'm picturing you on the sidelines, handing me and R cups of water as we stumble past. Or, like, those squeezy packs of peanut butter.
We're almost there. When we finally premiere... Sometime in 2024? We've just started submitting to festivals. That's a whole other... Talk about high stakes. And we're gonna have to wait. Prepare for the next several Laramie Reports to be me madly updating you about SOMETHING ELSE.
When we finally premiere, I'll wear my silver pants, which are made of basically exactly that silver poncho material, the stuff they wrap you up in when you make it over the finish line. (I don't think I've shouted out these pants already, though you may have seen me in them. I bought them a year ago, at the behest of Blackbird Spyplane. They're kind of an odd, slouchy shape, but so wearable. Prepare for compliments if you pull the trigger.)
*****
This month in tacos: I'm late to the game with Villa's Tacos. They won Taco Madness twice in a row, and friends, there was always a line. Lame excuse. We finally got around to going and, yes, waiting in line for an hour, right around when they were added to the Michelin guide. Worth it!! Although maybe don't go on a Friday night. The menu is pleasantly limited. Get the Queso Taco Trio—Ranchera Asada, Papas con Chorizo, and Black Bean con Pollo, served on their made-to-order blue corn tortillas, LACED WITH CRISPY MONTEREY JACK, smeared with crema and guacamole. They're all excellent, but it's the Ranchera Asada you'll go back for. (If you eat asada. If not, there's a whole vegan trio to explore.) We tried the mulita too, but found it to be overkill. There's plenty of cheese on that taco. Just enough fat and salt and DELICIOUS to make you shudder with pleasure.
This month onscreen: I'm also late to Barbie. But, hell yes. Hell yes to the movie, and hell yes to Greta Gerwig in her jumpsuits breaking box office records. Speaking of...
This month in coveralls: I've been wearing the hell out of a pair of Ilana Kohn coveralls, in umber (I.E. brown), I bought four years ago. They've only gotten better as they've softened. Someone should get 'em in pickle, or marine. Damn. This piece about the rebellious, pre-punk style of the Bloomsbury Group makes me want to wear more color.
xoxo,
Laramie
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As always, here's your trusty taco map.
But you're not judging me. You're here for the pants too, aren't you? And the tacos?
Anyhoo.
I do have updates this month. Very solid updates 🙌🏼
Where in the Hell has been awarded a ReFrame Stamp, “a mark of distinction for projects that have demonstrated gender-balanced hiring,” both behind and in front of the camera. I'm really proud of this.
We've locked picture. Meaning, we're done with the edit. It's locked. No more shuffling anything around. We've also locked down the music licensing, completed the sound edit, and done the final sound mix. Holy shit.
The last big step is the color grading, which we have not yet done. We're still raising the last pieces of finishing funds.
IT'S A MARATHON, MY DUDES
I'm picturing you on the sidelines, handing me and R cups of water as we stumble past. Or, like, those squeezy packs of peanut butter.
We're almost there. When we finally premiere... Sometime in 2024? We've just started submitting to festivals. That's a whole other... Talk about high stakes. And we're gonna have to wait. Prepare for the next several Laramie Reports to be me madly updating you about SOMETHING ELSE.
When we finally premiere, I'll wear my silver pants, which are made of basically exactly that silver poncho material, the stuff they wrap you up in when you make it over the finish line. (I don't think I've shouted out these pants already, though you may have seen me in them. I bought them a year ago, at the behest of Blackbird Spyplane. They're kind of an odd, slouchy shape, but so wearable. Prepare for compliments if you pull the trigger.)
*****
This month in tacos: I'm late to the game with Villa's Tacos. They won Taco Madness twice in a row, and friends, there was always a line. Lame excuse. We finally got around to going and, yes, waiting in line for an hour, right around when they were added to the Michelin guide. Worth it!! Although maybe don't go on a Friday night. The menu is pleasantly limited. Get the Queso Taco Trio—Ranchera Asada, Papas con Chorizo, and Black Bean con Pollo, served on their made-to-order blue corn tortillas, LACED WITH CRISPY MONTEREY JACK, smeared with crema and guacamole. They're all excellent, but it's the Ranchera Asada you'll go back for. (If you eat asada. If not, there's a whole vegan trio to explore.) We tried the mulita too, but found it to be overkill. There's plenty of cheese on that taco. Just enough fat and salt and DELICIOUS to make you shudder with pleasure.
This month onscreen: I'm also late to Barbie. But, hell yes. Hell yes to the movie, and hell yes to Greta Gerwig in her jumpsuits breaking box office records. Speaking of...
This month in coveralls: I've been wearing the hell out of a pair of Ilana Kohn coveralls, in umber (I.E. brown), I bought four years ago. They've only gotten better as they've softened. Someone should get 'em in pickle, or marine. Damn. This piece about the rebellious, pre-punk style of the Bloomsbury Group makes me want to wear more color.
xoxo,
Laramie
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As always, here's your trusty taco map.
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