Tentatively off book, and blocked the second to the final scene tonight.
Tomorrow brings on the “big reveal.”
…Time to start thinking speed, clean-cuts, pointed asides, and play with the full register of vocal and body movements so we can find what we like and add it to the tool kit.
Head out of the book: it’s play time.
…Also getting the itch to start working with my hair design, after watching all those extraordinary wigs from “Mr. Selfridge” all weekend.
Doing Gibson Girls of that range are incredibly difficult on yourself…not to mention exhausting on the arms, for all the reaching and pinning and curling and spraying and teasing and ratting required in order to build it. Astonishing esthetic and silhouettes. Totally worth it. Though, I should be mindful NOW, that I’ll be moving about ten pounds of hats and hair around while onstage with me at all times, which will make fast turns, and certain postures, pretty impossible.
…Dearest Jack is about 6’2″…(which might as well be 7’9″ for all that height will mean in our love scenes.) I shall be getting quite familiar with his belly button, in future, I suppose…as looking up that high, without a hair-and-hat land-slide, will be damn near impossible.
Lucky for our ever-so-great grandmothers, they grew the men shorter in those days.
…But even still, they must have had necks of steel by age 30.
…Presumably to match their rib cages.
In Other News: Began second trailer today.
…Which reminded me that I hadn’t shown you the first one yet.
…So, here:
In the meantime, I think I’m off for some hot tea and a bit of a read.
~D