(Pic from textually.org) Velvet Blood
There are a couple of distinctive sights and sounds on the red carpet. Flashing lights. Camera shutters. Photogs yelling “Over HERE! Over the shoulder! To your left!”. It’s a place unlike anywhere else, and while exciting and extraordinarily unique, turns out, what you see on TV isn’t what you get in real life.
Camera crews crammed behind stanchions fight for space and press-hungry publicists approach producers plugging their prized performers. A-list celebrities are pawned off to reporter after reporter to talk about their latest film. And while it’s a packed jungle of scoop-seeking producers and reporters, photogs fighting for good light and screaming paparazzi, it’s one of the most exciting places I’ve ever been. And, like the rest of LA, it’s one of the strangest.
People who you’ve imagined to be flawless and 5’10, have acne scars and barely break 5 feet. Women you thought average-sized are actually borderline emaciated.
I keep going back to this hyperreal thing, about how society’s inundation by images has created this world of make-believe, but I have to say being on the red carpet has only fueled my claims. I mean, everything in Hollywood seems so calculated, so precise. Everything has a purpose, and that purpose is to create a certain image. Only problem is most people seeing those images believe their eyes, ultimately believing what they are seeing is the truth. But how natural is it to pose for flashing bulbs for 10 minutes with people screaming your name. Either way, I’m still fascinated and loving it all.
A shout out to my friend Jess Krayz, who had a celebrity encounter of her own today. She chatted with Thornhill’s own Ann Murray. Props sister. We’re certainly accumulating a roster of geriatric star sightings.
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