Monday, September 1, 2014

V studies abroad and yells at rich children: my first day at London Dramatic Academy!

Ello! (Sorry. I told myself I wouldn't start with a British sort of greeting, but it just came out.)

I've been in London since Thursday, meaning I have about 500 photos to upload already. What can I say, I'm a trigger-happy new camera owner. But I'll save my post about my first weekend in London for later this week because right this second, I have other things on my mind—namely, everything I've taken away from my first day of classes at London Dramatic Academy!

Fordham's London Centre is based at Heythrop College, which is tucked away in a corner of Kensington Square (a quaint section of houses for the Richie Riches of the world). If you take a right on to Derry Street off of Kensington High Street, you'll find yourself right about here, with the unassuming Heythrop College straight ahead:

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That white building down there is Heythrop. You can't see it from where you're hypothetically standing, but there's a small church right next door.

And NOW, if you turned to the block of residences on your right, here are a few more pretty things you would see...

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Don't you love those branches weaving their way up that corner building? LDA scheduled us for a walking tour of Kensington, and our guide told us that we'd basically need to be blockbuster movie stars to afford the apartments in Kensington Square. You hear that, Boy on Scooter Who Is Dressed Adorably Well? You are PRIVILEGED.


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Now on to our classes. Today starting at 9 AM, we had about two hours of Voice, two hours of Movement, lunch, and then Period Dance and Stage Combat for an hour and a half a piece. My roomie Julia and I got there at 7:15, though, because we wanted to sign up for a first-come-first-serve buddy program where LDA pairs seven of us each with a third year student at the prestigious Guildhall School of Music & Drama. They're giving us a few "tenners" so that we can take our Guildhall buddies out for drinks (seriously, drinking is a way of life over here) and basically make connections.

Our voice teacher is Simon Money, a friendly and energetic young guy who studied under the famous Patsy Rodenburg and now teaches at Guildhall. Everything he wore and used—from his hoodie to his socks to his pencil case—was orange. No comments there; you do you, Mr. Money. We started out with a hilarious-slash-frustrating warm up. It's a bit hard to explain. Simon passed a key and a pen in two different directions of the circle we were standing in. We had a very specific set of dialogue to follow, and the goal was to get the key and pen all the way around to the opposite ends without messing up our lines. It was kind of like intense whisper down the lane. Really difficult.

We had a substitute named Jess for Movement because our regular teacher, Sue Goodman, won't be in until next week. But that was fine because Jess was really cool, and she led us in a lot of fun warmups that had me actually dripping in sweat. (When I was eight years-old, I was mortified about my tendency to sweat rivers, but I figure as an actor I have to learn to not care about these things. Commitment!) I actually had the most fun in Movement because our exercises made us work with each other in a really intimate way. In one exercise, we had to guide our partner's movements simply by placing our palms on top of theirs and leading them with our own palm (their eyes were closed for a lot of the exercise). Someone said it was like traveling through a murky ocean and having to concentrate on just one distant light. It was actually kind of relaxing.

We also did an exercise where each of us and our partners "choreographed" four sets of three simple movements (each partner choreographed their own two sets) that we practiced until they all flowed together. Your first movement, for example, could literally be putting your hand on your partner's shoulder. The second movement could be taking your partner's hand and placing it on your shoulder. Etc. Once Jess set us to music, though, all of those little meaningless movements suddenly seemed to add up into a narrative. And that's when things got really exciting. (Or shall I say steamy?)

For instance, Jess asked Courtney and Declan to do their rehearsed set of movements for the class, except this time while looking directly at each other the entire time. We murmured a lot while they performed because suddenly the whole piece became very sweet and romantic. Then Jess told them to do it again, this time moving as slowly as they could bear to go, all while continuing to maintain eye contact. At that pace, the dance looked like something else altogether. When set to a slow pulsing melody, the whole thing suddenly became charged with this intense romantic energy. We told Jess that we almost felt embarrassed to watch because it seemed we were encroaching on something private.

THEN Jess had another couple—Tim and Sarah—go up and do their "dance" at the same time as Courtney and Declan. This time, Declan and Sarah were instructed to look at each other while dancing with their respective partners. Set to an upbeat, flirty background song, it now looked like Declan and Sarah were two former lovers who were trying to make each other jealous. The point was this: audiences play a big part in theater because they load the actors' behavior with meaning. Audiences look for that unwavering eye contact between actors. They read into little touches on the shoulder. It really doesn't take much. It might only take a simple movement--one that wasn't even choreographed with any intention or narrative behind it—for an audience to understand something greater about what's going on.

In period dance, we learned a circle dance, which was called something like...escargot? We were all holding hands in a circle and pranced until we resembled something like a snail. Then we learned a brawl (not sure on the spelling), which consists of more prancing, some lifts, and partner switches. Afterwards our teacher approached me and asked what kind of dance experience I've had. When I told her "zero," she said I had a gift for it, which made my day. And in stage combat we got to play with swords! But it was just an introduction, so we mostly learned the basics, like how to hold them, how to check distance between you and your partner--ya know, so you don't actually stab them--and also how to do parries one, two, three, and four.

After jumping, prancing, planking, and sword fighting on just a few hours of sleep, I am exhausted. Who knew acting school would be such a workout? It seems Mondays are our active days because that's when they piled most of our physical classes on top of each other. I'm definitely gonna sleep easy tonight.

Monday, August 18, 2014

outfit of the day (featuring Natalie and my new SONY Nex-6)

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Shoes - Pink & Pepper  //  Bag - gift from aunt  //  Skirt - F21 (super old)  //  Top - Cotton On
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Over the weekend I caught up with Nat at an insanely good coffeehouse that just opened up a few minutes from my house. We hadn't seen each other since before she left to study abroad in Florence last semester. Yikes. It's fine though because we always pick up right where we've left off. That's one of the top things I look for in a friend, yaknow?

I'm glad we ended up sitting next to each other in honors algebra II way back during freshman year--and that we got into a weird fight where I accused her of stealing my calculator--because Nat's actually one of the few people I've kept in touch with from high school. If you'd told me I'd still be friends with this chick six years later, I wouldn't have believed ya for a second. Because she steals calculators. (On a side note, there are a definitely other people I'd love to catch up with! To anyone who's reading, consider this an invitation to coffee. Preferably at this coffeehouse because their chocolate hazelnut gelato is the best thing I've eaten all summer.)

Afterwards I convinced Nat to help me test out my new Sony NEX-6, which I bought for study abroad. She was mock-miffed because she wasn't "dressed" for the occasion, but casual Natalie is still more stylish than most people around. This gal's going to be in fashion someday, whether at a magazine (she just finished up an internship at Harper's Bazaar!) or on film/TV sets.

I hadn't initially planned on posting an "outfit of the day"--hence dis basic outfit--but it's actually kind of appropriate. Nat and I failed miserably at writing our own style blog during our...sophomore year of high school? I remember attempting photoshoots at our houses, armed with my crappy little camera and lotsa optimism.




YOU READY FOR THIS?




PRESENTING





THE MOST FASHIONABLE HIGH SCHOOLERS EVER from 2009-2010





  

Oh high school. You were...interesting. And I think our faces in that last shot make that period of my life seem a lot more carefree than it was? I actually enjoyed those four years for the most part (thanks, drama club!), but tenth grade was my least favorite year by far (thanks, hormones).

As a palate cleanser, I'll end on a much clearer selfie of us as happy, healthy, functioning adults. I feel like I can't call myself "adult" without being sarcastic. But we ARE adults now. Technically.

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Friday, August 1, 2014

How to Instagram a Sleepy Kitten




Step One
Realize it isn't everyday a kitten decides to make your arm its bedmate. Soak in the cuteness for a few moments. (Look at its liddow eyeees!) Promptly decide to exploit its cuteness for personal gain.

Step Two
In desperate whispers, ask your boyfriend to retrieve your phone and take some grainy iPhone pics. Pose in a position of feigned sleep. Briefly consider the caption, "taking a quick cat nap!"





Step Three
Of course you weren't happy with the first pic. Your chest is doing weird things. You can barely even tell that it's a kitten next to you.

Ask your ever-patient bf for another picture. "More aerial, please."





Step Four
That last one was...better? Ditch the boyfriend and take matters into your own hands. No more fake sleeping, it's time to fall back on the classic selfie.

But wait, what's this? Oh for goodness sakes...





You cut off the kitty, and you're doing a creepy stare-down with the camera. And NEITHER OF YOU WILL FIT INTO AN INSTAGRAM SQUARE


Step Five
The kitty has relocated to your right calf for further snuggling. Okay this is it. No more selfies with the cat. You were never the star of this show. This instagram is going to be ALL about dat cat.

You snap a pic, but kitty's eyes keep opening and closing sleepily:





Step Six
Pet that little sucker into a blissful, comatose state.





As you pet, the hashtag "#yesallcats" comes to mind. It makes absolutely no sense.
Resolve to work it into the final caption anyway.


Step Seven
The kitty is happier, sleepier, and, most importantly, cuter than ever.

You've earned this pic.





Step Eight
Since you're sleepy now too, you decide to post it in the morning.
(Thank God for hashtag latergram.)


Step Nine
Completely forget to instagram it the next morning.

Audrey Hepburn's perfect day sounds like my perfect future, OR dreaming up a life together

 
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On Tumblr I read a quote by Audrey Hepburn talking about her ideal day, and it looks a lot like what I want in my life:
"It’s going to sound like a thumping bore, but my idea of heaven is [having] Robert and my two sons at home —I hate separations— and the dogs, a good movie, a wonderful meal and great television all coming together.  I’m really blissful when that happens.  [My goal] was not to have huge luxuries.  As a child, I wanted a house with a garden, which I have today.  This is what I dreamed of.  I’d never worry about age if I knew I could go on being loved and having the possibility to love.  If I’m old and my husband doesn’t want me, or my children think me ugly and do not want me—that would be a tragedy.  So it isn’t age or even death that one fears, as much as loneliness and the lack of affection."

Now when I say I love Audrey Hepburn, I mean it. Two summers ago, I read an Audrey biography by Barry Paris and also An Elegant Spirit, the biography written by her son Sean. I instantly related to her simplicity and her need to keep loved ones close by. I suppose all of this was especially appealing to her after a chaotic life of celebrityhood, but I think she wouldn't have minded a life without all that fame so long as it ended in the same way: with slow, peaceful days in Switzerland where she could enjoy good food, flowers, long walks, and all the people she loved most. 

I guess the quote struck me even more because tonight Mario and I were doing that thing where we're both in lovey moods, and we start slyly referring to our future together as if it's a given. Tonight we floated the idea of living in Philly, or at least a suburb outside of it. Philly's ideal because 1. it's a smallish city, and 2. we both want to stay close to our parents. We even imagined we'd need an extra bed for when one of us can't get comfortable enough to sleep; Mario claims he moves around a lot. (I do too, actually. I once punched my aunt in my sleep while we were sharing beds on vacation, whoops)

I'm sure both of us secretly daydream about being famous or something ridiculously ambitious--we both love movies and acting too much not to dream--but you know what? I'd turn down fame, riches, the moon, and flocks of friends if it meant I could just live my entire life with someone I'm mad about by my side, and with my closest friends and family just a short car ride away. Is that corny or what? I stand by it. Corny's good! Audrey really hit it on the head. I could face death and wrinkles so long as I got to grow old without wanting for affection and good company.

Tomorrow Mar's flying off to visit his dad in Minnesota for 18 days, which is partly why I'm suddenly thinking about being away from loved ones. (Yeah yeah yeah 18 days is chump change compared to the months we spend apart during the school year, but it seems a lot longer after a whole summer together.) I can't wait for the day when trips become a couple-activity and not time spent away from each other.