Showing posts with label suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suits. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Say Cheese.





 
 
 










Dear whom it may concern,

Of course, you will have to look for some role models, some people to instruct you in what you want to be.  Advice like this comes from all over-  I mean, there are so many places to learn how you might want to be, to act, to speak, to move. 

It's a pleasure to find people to be like-  my pal in grad school and I used to walk to university looking for 'posture models'- students, staff, and faculty that stood up straight and walked well:  You know, like they had a book on their heads, not just a book on their minds.

Anyway, I found a model recently for how to be photographed with friends and family in a video slide show that backed a German song sung by Marlene Dietrich.  She was all over the people she was photographed with-  not like a cheap suit, but she leaned close and embraced or touched each person she was photographed with like they were her dearest companion.  It inspired me to express a little more feeling when being photographed, and I think I might try a little more verbal flourish with you, too, because I sincerely desire your comfort and contentment, and I'll not let a little trifle like self-consciousness come between us.

Fondly,
L. T.





PS

The video was sent to me by my bandmate:  It's an accordion band with two members.  Before you die of envy, form your own band.  It's easy!  Here is what we have: 

Two accordions. 

One player who can read music and actually play accordion. 

Another player (me) who has read music in the past and does not mind playing accordion poorly.  

We have not yet played together, but this is a trivial detail, as I am sure you'll agree!















Thursday, May 26, 2016

Instant Improvement: Just Add Suit.


 
 
 






Dear Quadruple Threats,

Isn't it time we studied one of the greats?  As I often tell myself regarding great paintings, we must be encouraged and inspired by demonstrations of outrageous skill (will you look at his outside edges!).  We must not turn our backs in sad dismay, give away our skates (or paintbrushes) muttering: "ain't no way I'm ever going to be that smooth."
 
 
 


 
 
 
Gene Kelly would be very sad to hear that his exhibition of skating made us want to give up our own puny gliding and pushing, and so I intend to watch this repeatedly, until I can feel it in my feet, and to acquire, by osmosis, a teensy bit of Gene Kelly's mad rolling genius, and then manifest it in my own ploddingly joyful skating. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
PS 
 
One thing that might instantly improve my skating is the addition of a fedora hat- although, I believe what is worn in this clip is more properly called a trilby- or maybe I will try a tailored jacket.  The Goodwill store is full of wonderful menswear blazers and they will probably even fit over my elbow pads.  There is a fellow, in fact, that I have seen skating at Moonlight Rollerway in Glendale, on Tuesday organ nights, with outside edges such as Gene's, and he wears a suit when he skates, too.  Want to read more on this 66 year old treasure of a skating rink?  I'll bet Gene Kelly skated there, and your Mom, or even your Mom's Mother!
 
 
 
 
PPS
 
Your suit won't be limited to roller skating, you can skateboard in it, too.