death and glamour

7/30/2019 Death and Glamour

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we are fascinated by talentedwomen who succumb to dark and

deranged emotion, create art outof it, and then diePeg entwistle

Hollywood. Celebrity. Glamor.

Three words. One Image.

Awoman

Pop culture has been one of the major defining

elements of human societies, from a relatively early

point of our history. Men and women used to follow

fashion trends since the medieval ages; aristocrats,

people descending from wealthy families would set

standards of how people should look.

With the invention of photography, but most

importantly, film, aristocrats were replaced by movie

stars. Celebrity became the absolute point ofreference when it came to what was considered

attractive and fashionable by the masses. The hair,

the make-up and the fashion, but also more profound

things, such as behavior, social norms and interaction,

where dictated by the new, manufactured blue-

bloods; celebrities.


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Pop culture, or at least its best parts, are tightly

knit with bits of myth; our most favorite famous

people have always had ambiguous stories surrounding

them, like Americas sweetheart Marilyn Monroe and

her six-toed feet, or the space-craft like vessel where

supposedly Michael Jackson slept.

It is the mystery that creates myth and it is the

myth that creates icons.

One would argue that the best celebrity stories thattranscend through ages, are the ones with a tragic

ending; alas, like a good theatre play or a film, the

final twist, the aftertaste which marks the story.

From the tragic deaths of Marilyn Monroe and Amy

Winehouse, to the car crashes of Aaliyah and Princess

Dianna, to the brutal murders of John Lennon and

Sharon Tate, all these abrupt shortcuts of lives have

spanned a legacy, a legacy made of let-down and

mystery. What would have happened if these peoples

were alive?

Our goal is not to glorify death or present it as

something iconic.

Instead, our goal is to pay tribute to the deceased

artists and put our own two cents in the legacy

created by their art and talent

Aftersun


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The film opens with a woman coming back to her

house, dressed very formally, as if she just got backfrom an event. She drops her keys, takes off her

shoes goes to her bedroom where she drops her coat

and phone on the bed. She undressed and gets into

comfortable clothes. Next up, we see her in the living

room, with her laptop in front of her. The lights are

dimmed. She is starring at the screen motionless.

Cut into swift edit of footage of the woman

portraying different roles in different films, shot with

vintage hardware. The quality of the image is

polarizing; present is symbolized with clear, crisp

image, whilst past is portrayed with grain and dirt.

We see the woman again, sitting on the sofa, trying

to read a newspaper. A car goes past outside; we see

the blinding light behind the window shutters. An

almost unnoticeable sound, a mobile phone sound is

heard and the woman lifts her head and stares.. She

gets up and walks to her bedroom. It looks messy, as

if someones slept in her bed.

Cut into vintage footage of audiences from the

30s/40s are suddenly scared by an image in the

cinema.

Her phone is emitting light. She approaches it but

then abruptlystops just as shes about to touch it.


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We see a quick edit with a really heavy soundtrack,

where she reaches out to the device but then stops;

close-up to her mouth opening, her hand stopping

short to the phone which is not emitting red light

and then the image of a mouth with fangs jumping

out of darkness.

The girl flinches fiercely and trips over, falling at the

bedroom floor. She quickly crawls backwards and runs

through the door. She ends up in the living room,shutting the door behind her. She walks and then

eventually crashes on the sofa, looking exhausted,

confused and scared.

The television turns on by itself. As the light hits

her face, she glares at the screen and goes closer; as

she reaches it, we see a close shot of her iris getting

smaller as she focuses. The black, lidless eyes of

something that isnt human, appear for seconds in

darkness. She puts her hands in her mouth to silence

a scream of horror, but the sound of the door closing

makes her turn around and shrieks. As she flinches,

crawling backwards, breathing heavily, a hand comes

out of the television and gently touches her shoulder.

The woman breaks down in screams, gets up hastily

and runs away from the television. She leans against

the kitchen counter, weeping, trying to pull herself

together. She reaches out to the phone and dials an

unknown phone number. She puts the phone against


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her ear, trying to call for help. Someone picks up the

phone.

Hello?! Hello, Claire, are you there?

Nothing can be heard from the other side of the

line. The woman checks the phone, smacks it with

her hand. As she puts it back on her hear, a

recording of her own voice comes through the

speaker.

I moved to London when I was 18 years old. I had adream, to be one of the greatest stars, like Aretha

and Marilyn. I started singing in the bars around the

city, trying to make a name of myselfshe hears the

recording saying. She starts whispering:

-What what, trying to make a sense of it all.

And how do you feel now, after all these years,

that people stand right outside your door for hours

just for one picture?

Its great to be loved by so many people

She slowly leaves the phone, starring at the void,

sobbing. She looks around, trying to find something,

someone to hold on to. She gets up swiftly and

opens the door

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