Thomas Love Peacock | NIGHTMARE ABBEY “We are most of us like Don Quixote, to whom a windmill was a giant, and Dulcinea a magnificent princess: all more or less the dupes of our own imagination, though we do not all go so far as to see ghosts, or to fancy ourselves pipkins and teapots.” — Thomas Love Peacock | NIGHTMARE ABBEY glamourNatasha JoukovskyApril 27, 2020Thomas Love Peacock, Nightmare Abbey, Don Quixote, imagination, illusion, 2, novelComment
Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice | EVITA “And as for fortune and as for fameI never invited them inThough it seemed to the world they were all I desiredThey are illusionsThey’re not the solutions they promised to beThe answer was here all the timeI love you and hope you love meDon’t cry for me Argentina” — Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice | EVITA glamourNatasha JoukovskyJanuary 18, 2019illusion, 2, fame, fortune, love, Evita, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice, Eva Peron, music, musicalsComment
Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice | EVITA “I came from the people, they need to adore meSo Christian Dior me from my head to my toesI need to be dazzling, I want to be rainbow highThey must have excitement, and so must IEyes, hair, mouth, figureDress, voice, style, imageI’m their product, it’s vital you sell meSo machiavell me, make an Argentine roseI need to be thrilling, I want to be rainbow highThey need their escape, and so do IEyes, hair, mouth, figureDress, voice, style, movementHands, magic, rings, glamourFace, diamonds, excitement, imageAll my descamisados expect me to outshine the enemyI won’t disappoint themI’m their savior, that’s what they call meSo Lauren Bacall me, anything goesTo make me fantastic, I have to be rainbow highIn magical colorsYou’re not decorating a girl for a night on the townAnd I’m not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown” — Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice | EVITA glamourNatasha JoukovskyFebruary 21, 2018illusion, 2, Christian Dior, Evita, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Machiavelli, escape, Lauren Bacall, Tim Rice, Eva PeronComment
Magda Szabo | THE DOOR “We were liars, cheats, she began—none of it was real. The trees had been made to move by a trick, it was only the branches. someone was filming from a helicopter, circling around. The poplars hadn’t moved at all, but the viewer would think they were leaping about dancing, that the whole forest was spinning round. The was sheer deception; it was disgusting. I defended myself. ‘You’re quite wrong,’ I said. ‘The tree really was dancing because that is how the viewer will experience it. What matters was the effect we achieved, not whether the tree moved or if a technician created the idea of movement. Did you think the forest could walk around, when the trees are held by their roots? Don’t you think it’s a function of art to create the illusion of reality?’’Art,’ she repeated bitterly. ‘If that’s what you were—artists—then everything would be real, even the dance, because you would know how to make the leaves move to your words, not to a wind machine or whatever it was. But you people can’t do anything like that—not you, or the others. You’re all clowns, and more contemptible than clowns. You’re worse than con men.’” — Magda Szabo | THE DOOR innovation, recursion, glamourNatasha JoukovskyFebruary 28, 2017illusion, mimesis, design, art, reality, Magda Szabo, The Door, simulacra, 1Comment