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clanwilliam : Musicals, John Barrowman, Discworld, costuming, being a painted jezebel.
Musicals :
I have an addiction. It's not pretty. Or rather, it's terribly pretty, because you get good tunes, great acting (seriously, if you can't act, you screw up a song *very* quickly) and occasionally, dance numbers. Hummable tunes are a plus.
John Barrowman :
A few years back, just before the first time he appeared on Dr Who, I started fixating on this bloke who could sing, dance, was good looking and had great stage presence and entertainment value. (I'd been familiar with him since the Live & Kicking days but hadn't really kept track of him during the intervening years) The combo of on-stage talent, looks, willingness to be terribly honest at times, great bum and so on just... kinda kept the fixation going.
Discworld :
My brother had books with really bad covers, called Colour of Magic and Light Fantastic. Because they were his, I automatically wanted to read them and was banned. Equal rites turned up in the bathroom, I started reading and loved them. Real people! Plumbing! Luggage! So nicked the other two. Kept going. Family got fixated. Bro's mate won a dinner with Pratchett when Carpet people was re-issued. Cue jealousy of highest order. Stammered my way through a signing once. There was the christmas where me, dad and bro gave each other Men at Arms. Flatmate at uni used to punch the air on the days of new Pratchett and crow '3 hours of uninterrupted internet!' and they're still the only books I buy religiously. and then i discovered the cons, which are the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
Costuming :
This started when I started cons. Because the themes looked fun. And then there are bits you just can't do by putting together clothes. And then minor modifications just aren't enough, so you have your own sewing machine and wardrobes stuffed full of cloth and you look what you used to think was a hideously complex outfit and go 'oh, not that difficult'. These days i do tend to restrict myself to ones I can move in, though we do have bets on how long a costume will last, since dancing the night away does tend to be a major feature of cons I costume.
Being a painted jezebel :
:facepalm: I get this one because I apparently flirt something hardcore by the act of breathing. Add in the allergy to clothing and the jezebel comments start flying. I still contest the painted bit, but certain people seem to think the tattoo counts.
birdsflying : photography, cornwall, theatre, costumes, sherwood forest
photography :
Did a degree in it, created some intersting stuff, fixated on it for years (still do to a certain extent - I much prefer it over painting when going round galleries and flicking through magazines.) Part truth and the moment, part lying with the camera.
Cornwall :
went for uni. Became a part of me to the point I get homesick and breathe easier when I'm there, no matter how poor/away from everywhere else it can get. Something about the sea there, i think.
Theatre :
Paint, a bit of sackcloth, and some humans doing something with spoken word for a few hours and it can hit you like nothing else. What amazes me is the stage presence factor - how you either have it or don't. Put some people up, bleh. put others up there and the entire audience is spellbound. And it can't be captured on film.
Costumes :
Because they're awkward and silly and you can feel utterly different in them. Stick someone in one and they become a different person. Look at others and admire the detail or how they're carrying it off and standing out from the crowd.
Sherwood forest :
Entirely Robin Hood. Entirely. I've never been to the forest proper, though Nottingham several times. I pretty much fixated when i first discovered the legends aged 5 and got hooked.
clanwilliam : Musicals, John Barrowman, Discworld, costuming, being a painted jezebel.Musicals :
I have an addiction. It's not pretty. Or rather, it's terribly pretty, because you get good tunes, great acting (seriously, if you can't act, you screw up a song *very* quickly) and occasionally, dance numbers. Hummable tunes are a plus.
John Barrowman :
A few years back, just before the first time he appeared on Dr Who, I started fixating on this bloke who could sing, dance, was good looking and had great stage presence and entertainment value. (I'd been familiar with him since the Live & Kicking days but hadn't really kept track of him during the intervening years) The combo of on-stage talent, looks, willingness to be terribly honest at times, great bum and so on just... kinda kept the fixation going.
Discworld :
My brother had books with really bad covers, called Colour of Magic and Light Fantastic. Because they were his, I automatically wanted to read them and was banned. Equal rites turned up in the bathroom, I started reading and loved them. Real people! Plumbing! Luggage! So nicked the other two. Kept going. Family got fixated. Bro's mate won a dinner with Pratchett when Carpet people was re-issued. Cue jealousy of highest order. Stammered my way through a signing once. There was the christmas where me, dad and bro gave each other Men at Arms. Flatmate at uni used to punch the air on the days of new Pratchett and crow '3 hours of uninterrupted internet!' and they're still the only books I buy religiously. and then i discovered the cons, which are the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
Costuming :
This started when I started cons. Because the themes looked fun. And then there are bits you just can't do by putting together clothes. And then minor modifications just aren't enough, so you have your own sewing machine and wardrobes stuffed full of cloth and you look what you used to think was a hideously complex outfit and go 'oh, not that difficult'. These days i do tend to restrict myself to ones I can move in, though we do have bets on how long a costume will last, since dancing the night away does tend to be a major feature of cons I costume.
Being a painted jezebel :
:facepalm: I get this one because I apparently flirt something hardcore by the act of breathing. Add in the allergy to clothing and the jezebel comments start flying. I still contest the painted bit, but certain people seem to think the tattoo counts.
birdsflying : photography, cornwall, theatre, costumes, sherwood forestphotography :
Did a degree in it, created some intersting stuff, fixated on it for years (still do to a certain extent - I much prefer it over painting when going round galleries and flicking through magazines.) Part truth and the moment, part lying with the camera.
Cornwall :
went for uni. Became a part of me to the point I get homesick and breathe easier when I'm there, no matter how poor/away from everywhere else it can get. Something about the sea there, i think.
Theatre :
Paint, a bit of sackcloth, and some humans doing something with spoken word for a few hours and it can hit you like nothing else. What amazes me is the stage presence factor - how you either have it or don't. Put some people up, bleh. put others up there and the entire audience is spellbound. And it can't be captured on film.
Costumes :
Because they're awkward and silly and you can feel utterly different in them. Stick someone in one and they become a different person. Look at others and admire the detail or how they're carrying it off and standing out from the crowd.
Sherwood forest :
Entirely Robin Hood. Entirely. I've never been to the forest proper, though Nottingham several times. I pretty much fixated when i first discovered the legends aged 5 and got hooked.
