Yesterday's technology - today!
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tilly_stratfordThe natives grieve
When the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously
Definitely nuts
You know what's sillier than watching a silent movie and sighing dejectedly because an actor lived decades before me?
To watch a silent movie and sigh dejectedly because an actor was gay, and lived decades before me.
Oooh, Ivor Novello. You and your damned beautiful androgynous features.
So yeah, I've been watching The Lodger from 1927, which is my first silent Hitchcock movie. I was really amused by how it still felt like a Hitchcock movie, only in a sort of distilled form with a pinch of German expressionism. It was delightfully horrific at times too.
My first Novello film as well. I think I didn't fancy him until that long drawn-out scene where you're supposed to wonder if he's going to kiss or kill the girl, and it's just so lovely tense and sexy.
Okay, so those things aren't odd. This is odd: You know how I'm fascinated by silent movie estethics, especially makeup? Well, high on sugar I sat down with eyeliner and tried to imitate it. Aaaand... I have a web camera.
Direct link in case Photobucket is screwing with me.
There's a distinct line where you go from silent movie eyeliner country to emo eyeliner country, and I passed that line a long time ago. And although Ivor Novello covered his face with a scarf in The Lodger, I'm pretty sure he didn't use a pink hair clip, damn my lack of hair pomade.
And yes, that's my room.
When the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously
Definitely nuts
You know what's sillier than watching a silent movie and sighing dejectedly because an actor lived decades before me?
To watch a silent movie and sigh dejectedly because an actor was gay, and lived decades before me.
Oooh, Ivor Novello. You and your damned beautiful androgynous features.
So yeah, I've been watching The Lodger from 1927, which is my first silent Hitchcock movie. I was really amused by how it still felt like a Hitchcock movie, only in a sort of distilled form with a pinch of German expressionism. It was delightfully horrific at times too.
My first Novello film as well. I think I didn't fancy him until that long drawn-out scene where you're supposed to wonder if he's going to kiss or kill the girl, and it's just so lovely tense and sexy.
Okay, so those things aren't odd. This is odd: You know how I'm fascinated by silent movie estethics, especially makeup? Well, high on sugar I sat down with eyeliner and tried to imitate it. Aaaand... I have a web camera.
Direct link in case Photobucket is screwing with me.
There's a distinct line where you go from silent movie eyeliner country to emo eyeliner country, and I passed that line a long time ago. And although Ivor Novello covered his face with a scarf in The Lodger, I'm pretty sure he didn't use a pink hair clip, damn my lack of hair pomade.
And yes, that's my room.
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