The City and Country Beaux. And, COTW of TV.

The City and Country Beaux, Francis William Edmonds. [http://www.metmuseum.org/special/americanstories/objectView.aspx?oid=3&sid=3]

Consider the above painting (it's currently on exhibit at the LACMA). Reflective of society at the time, Edmonds' portrayal illustrated the rivalry that existed among the city and the countryside folk in the mid-19th century.

The woman has two suitors, the gentleman from the countryside sitting off to the side of the room, and the gentleman from the city off to the right, more sharply dressed. The orientation of the city gentleman in closer proximity to the woman, suggests that she may prefer the city man as opposed to the more brutish countryman, whom sits with a more crude posture and is juxtaposed next to the door, suggesting that he's likely on his way out.

Interesting. Something to think about.



COTW [crush-of-the-week] Stylewatch
The sources of inspiration for this edition of COTW has derived from fictional characters prevalent in television. Let's take a look, shall we?

Toofer, 30 Rock. Clean, sophisticated, fresh. Preppy. [Photo: http://www.tvguide.com/tvshows/30-rock/photos/281135/95866]

Vincent Chase, Entourage. He doesn't make all the most fashionable choices, however, he is constantly rockin' the bedhead-and-I-did-not-put-any-effort-in-dressing-myself-yet-it-looks-nice-on-me look.  Must be the babe magnet quality of nonchalant confidence.

Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Lots of black and leather. A tall glass of dark and brooding.

Shawn Hunter, Boy Meets World. It was the hair. All about the hair

On a completely unrelated note, Javier Bardem works at Porto's Bakery in Burbank. OKAY - it's not Javier, but someone who looks a lot like him. Is he attractive because he looks like Javier Bardem, or is Javier Bardem attractive only because he's Javier Bardem?

Doogie, Clooney, and the thinking candle has been lit.

You know, I really do love Doogie Howser. Some people say, at least for men, the way to their hearts is through their stomachs. For women, at least in LA, its something in the vague cloud of ambition, breakthrough acting roles, and the gaudy throwing around of money - or - something.
At the moment my heart's in TV - eps of Doogie. Vinnie - did you ever think about waxing those babies down? You and Sylar should go in - together. Hiro could come pick you up in 1989.

Doogie, oh Doogie. Did we look that puny when we were sixteen?

Took in a recent ep of ER. Have you seen any of these recently? The old faces were back - Margulies, Wyle, La Salle, and Clooney! Reason enough for me to tune back in. Cloooooneeeeeeeeeeeey?!

I'm really supposed to be working on my assignments for my screenwriting class which I am still lagging behind in. Procrastination has always been a bitch.

So now I have lit my thinking candle in the efforts of inspiration. It burns on the table next to me, flickering. Think think think. What are stories ever really about, anyway? Journeys...love, war, identity, adventure, revenge, self-discovery, coming-of-age, friendships, adulthood, betrayal, survival.

Okay - so I'm finally getting somewhere - decided to chisel away some more of the characterization to get the details. Now the wheels are turning. ;) And they smell like vanilla.
Well I should really get off of this blog and get to work - wouldn't want to lose face in my own class.

Ah, how I miss Boy Meets World.