104.

"She felt that, insignificant as it had appeared that morning, the position she held in Society was dear to her, and that she would not have the strength to change it for the degraded position of a woman who had forsaken husband and child and formed a union with her lover; that, however much she tried, she could not become stronger than herself."
~ Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Anna

Anna Karenina

Gwen  Albers

103.

There were done a seminar project.

102.

Years before, when she was twenty-one, she wrote in her diary: "Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved--to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty should be used like that...."
~ Gloria

Gloria

The Beautiful and the Damned

Diana Diaz

101.

     On Sunday, I shot the tech rehearsal for Dead Letters. It is to be put on at Loew's Jersey Theatre. It is a huge old theatre in Jersey City. It is clear that it was once an extravagant, beautiful theatre that has fallen into unfortunate disrepair. I had never walked through an empty theatre of such size. It was a very humbling experience. You can't help but feel very small. It was like sitting in a corpse.
     Everything is ornately detailed and gilded like a temple dedicated to the gods of theater. It reminded me of when Margo speaks of theater in All About Eve and she says, "All the religions in the world rolled into one, and we're gods and goddesses." It is horribly sad to think of it in its dilapidated state. That world of Margo Channing is gone and this is what is left. With paint peeling off the walls, holes in the flooring and staples holding the curtain together, this theater is holding on with everything it has. I don't know if it would be better to restore the place or let her go with dignity.

100.

     These are two random shots from a promo shoot I did for my friend's play, The Office of Dead Letters.
      The top is Gwen Albers and the bottom is Gina Nuzzo.

99.

Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. 

~ Hamlet 

Hamlet

Hamlet

Andres Sosa