such a glorious morning – touring the Los Angeles Film School – a few pictures before our discourse (as we used to say in our own Student days back in London):
but something struck us halfway round the Tour – we have already done this – we have already been a student (many moons ago) and had that Breathless Excitement at what will be and who will be and who we will be and where we’ll go.
we can’t go back.
in fact *ironicLooktocamera* we Studied film (as part of a Larger Course of Study which we can share about another time).
but in the way that the English set out the syllabus – a beautiful and tortured Marxist professor with steel blue eyes and a battered leather jacket and a snide bitter angry view of the world (which is so awfully Appealing when one is 19) – we read Barthes and watched Battleship Potemkin and Deconstructed the melodramas of Douglas Sirk.
we Thrilled to the chiaroscuro of the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and stayed up Awfully Late to Talk about Life and lounge on top of existential duvet covers while drifting in and out of consciousness to a backdrop of someone’s collection of Maria Callas or The Stone Roses.
we wore dungarees (overalls, to Americans) and had a blonde teased almost-beehive and thick satin scarf and Doctor Martens (not much has changed in the footwear department then) and Rushed to Lectures and dreamed of the Future.
but the future happened.
and it was glorious.
the only thing we Didn’t learn to do at University was actually Make a Film.
which would be nice.
we’d like to learn how to do that.
but we don’t want to be a student again.
we just don’t have that sense of possibility anymore.
our experience is most definitely hard-won.
time to write.
the rest will come.
that’s the thing.