What a difference a day makes…

(First written January 9, 2012) I would like to start by presenting this image. It is one of the many exquisite fashion portraits created by Patrick Demarchelier and which present the entire era of Christian Dior Haute Couture. Now, I must admit that I was never good at recognising decades (40s, 50s, 60s) through clothes, and would probably make a mistake estimating which this one is from, but still stumbled and stopped browsing when I found this one. The geometry present in the picture, the model’s sculptural expression and the miracle through which I can practically feel the fabric of the jacket and the skirt on the tip of my fingers shows a true photographer on one hand, and a sensitive designer who understands the importance of material, colour, contrast. I dedicate this image choice to Ruth who, I am sure, could develop this small paragraph over dozens of pages.

The colours of this very picture brings me to an event which was also mentioned by Gintaré this week – the UK release of The Artist, an elegant, attention grabbing and passionate film by Michel Hazanavicius. I hope I won’t spoil anyone’s fun by mentioning that it is a silent film: a friend told me today that when she went to see it, she hadn’t heard of its characteristic and waited (endlessly!) for someone to utter words! This brings me back to something Gintaré told me a while back about how seeing a film without knowing what it is about beforehand is a very refreshing experience which is quite difficult to encounter these days.

Jean Dujardin, who plays George Valentin in The Artist, is one of my favourite French actors. As a child, he was apparently always “the funny one” at school and amongst family members. Although he has appeared in many comedies, some of them equivalent to Johnny English, his comic roles have never taken away the reality that he is also a serious actor. His range goes from modern and silly to classic and elegant, as we can see in The Artist, and as I once was lucky enough to see at a Paris theatre, when he performed with his wife Alexandra Lamy, also a “seriously comic” French comédienne. His posture, his eyes’ expressions, as well as his portraying of an egocentric Hollywood star whose strongest relationship is with his puppy were so sincere that words proved to be unnecessary.

I would like to end this post by announcing that I will be acting as Myrtle Mae Simmons in “Harvey” by Mary Chase on March 21-24! I feel lucky to have been chosen for this role at the last minute and am looking forward to meeting a new theatre group! This venue is a hop, skip and a jump from the Old Vic; I’d like to see this as a sign!

I have now understood that London is a place to discover and rediscover again and again – otherwise, we tend to forget the beauties that make the city what it is.


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