Я доделала клип, который у меня мариновался с зимы. Погода за окном подтолкнула меня к нужному настроению.
Идея была сделать клип про любовь и показать, какой разной она может быть: между женщинами, между мужчинами, между мужчинами и женщинами, между детьми. Хотелось ещё включить побольше не белых героев, но среди костюмированных фильмов сложно найти их. На создание меня вдохновила композиция из фильма "Яркая звезда" где
Бен Уишоу и
Эбби Корниш, которые играли
Джона Китса и
Фанни Браун зачитывают письма друг к другу. Мне очень понравилась эта композиция, потому что она одновременно отражает будничную повседневность любви и отношений и с другой стороны показывает возвышенность, которую мы ощущаем.
Фильмы, которые я включила:
Brokeback Mountain
Farewell My Queen
The Notebook
Wuthering Heights
The Hours
Little Ashes
Текст писем
John: My dearest lady,I am now at a very pleasant cottage window looking onto a beautiful hilly country,
with a view of the sea. The morning is very fine.
I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me.
Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom.
For myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form. I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than 50 common years could ever contain.
Will you confess this in a letter you must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it, make it rich as a draft of poppies to intoxicate me, write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.
Fanny: My dear Mr. Keats, thank you for your letter.
Lately I have felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed. Having received your letter, I am up again, walking our paths on the heath.
I've begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honor of us. Sammy and Toots are catching them for me. Samuel has made a science of it and is collecting both caterpillars and chrysalises so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more.
John: I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks,
your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was. I did not believe in it. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, it will not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures.