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[rm]

I do still exist. Although in a state of extreme exhaustion. Amanda is here, and we've been running around like crazy people -- the cabaret night on Wednesday (which was wonderful! And involved this woman with this incredibly old world sort of voice playing accordion and singing songs in French and then doing this awesome poem about the World Trade Center that didn't suck) and the piano bar last night and tonight, Boheme! Actually, we're about to leave the house to go get the rush tickets, which should be a long and moderately painful process.

I modeled for the lovliest art class yesterday in this incredible Victorian-era house, and there just aren't words for the pleasantness of being told I'm the sort of woman Vermeer would have painted, or that I have a face that suits that time period, or if one could just capture a certain reflection of light on my eye they would be a master. Huge fun. Even if I'm all achy for it today.

Anyway, got to throw my clothes for tonight in a bag and get ready to go, since I'm not standing on line all day in a red dress I wear for tango and a pair of heels, and I do believe in dressing for the theater for a number of reasons (a long tirade on this will surely follow my waxing poetic about the show tomorrow, as someone always wears jeans and I'm always fundamentally appalled).

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[heron61.livejournal.com]

and I do believe in dressing for the theater for a number of reasons

I completely agree (unsurprisingly, since I will take almost any occasion to dress up). It's a bit different in my case, since my strange and eclectic style bears little relation to the drabness that is modern Western male formal wear and I have little patience with anyone who believes I should adhere to such standards (I don't even own a tie or a pale colored dress shirt), but if items like velvet pants, a nice blazer, a dressy body suit and matching jewelry count then I'm right there with you - I definitely believe people should look their best when attending public functions, I often do the same at movies and now I must end this entry because I'm off to see the Cowboy Bebop film.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I was going to mention this actually, as people did used to dress up to go to the movies. And while I don't really find that's required in our modern world, people not treating the movie theater like their living room would be a vast improvement consider it's $10+ a ticket here.

When I was a very young child, Radio City Music Hall still showed films on a not too infrequent basis, and I remember seeing Fantasia there and it was something you dressed nicely for, because it was a social occassion, and it was lovely building inside, and it seemed inappropriate that something as wonderous as people should manage to detract from it.

[heron61.livejournal.com]

Part of the problem with movies is that we now all too often see them in vile & cramped multiplexes. I always love a chance to go to a movie in a real theater, which in Portland at least means the place that shows art & classic films (oddly Cowboy Bepop played there) and the many wonderful second-run theaters. Having 2nd run theaters often be far nicer than 1st run ones seems sad and strange.

In any case, the model for most public space has become the shudder shopping mall and people's standards of appearance have declined to fit such spaces.