today was fucking cool! this morning Rodney Cottier, one of the foremost actors/stage combat directors in England, gave us a really fucking awesome lecture on Shakespeare's histories (Richard II, Henry IV pts 1 and 2, Henry V, Henry VI pts 1-3, and Richard III), explaining how they all link together, what historical inaccuracies there are, why certain characters are written the way they are, etc. it was SO fucking interesting. apparently Elizabeth II, the reigning monarch, technically shouldn't really be on the throne, but her great-great-great grandfather usurped via a series of grisly murders and a few well-timed alliances with France. and there was one king, George I, who didn't even speak English! he was from Germany, but after a war in which all the other heirs were killed he was the only person left who could legally assume the throne, and that only because he was a 3rd cousin of the king's adopted nephew or something. weirdness.
this afternoon we had a session on Restoration-era makeup. the fashion of the Restoration, which was from the mid-1600s through the early 1800s or so, is that crazy ass shit with the 4-1/2 foot tall wigs, whiteface makeup, black "beauty marks," gigantic dresses, etc. you know what i'm talking about, i'm sure - think Annie Lennox's "Walking on Broken Glass" video. what made it doubley cool was that i got to be the male guinea pig, so i had one of the world's foremost theatrical makeup designers fix me up as a "fop" from the late 1600s: white face, tiny little painted on heart-shaped mouth, gigantic curvey eyebows, 5 beauty marks, lace cravat, 7-inch heels, the whole shebang. it was wicked. there's a pic somewhere, that Kaitlyn took, so i'll put it up as soon as i get a copy.
tonight's not looking too eventful. there's nowt to do, it's cold, it's a monday, the TV lounge is occupied, everyone else is occupied with finals... bah. eh, i'll just have to make my own fun (read: masturbate a lot).
this afternoon we had a session on Restoration-era makeup. the fashion of the Restoration, which was from the mid-1600s through the early 1800s or so, is that crazy ass shit with the 4-1/2 foot tall wigs, whiteface makeup, black "beauty marks," gigantic dresses, etc. you know what i'm talking about, i'm sure - think Annie Lennox's "Walking on Broken Glass" video. what made it doubley cool was that i got to be the male guinea pig, so i had one of the world's foremost theatrical makeup designers fix me up as a "fop" from the late 1600s: white face, tiny little painted on heart-shaped mouth, gigantic curvey eyebows, 5 beauty marks, lace cravat, 7-inch heels, the whole shebang. it was wicked. there's a pic somewhere, that Kaitlyn took, so i'll put it up as soon as i get a copy.
tonight's not looking too eventful. there's nowt to do, it's cold, it's a monday, the TV lounge is occupied, everyone else is occupied with finals... bah. eh, i'll just have to make my own fun (read: masturbate a lot).