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jude among the violets

The absolute most delightful silent film was being made in Echo Park at the weekend. It’s so pleasing to spend a day with good-idea people who enjoy working hard at something intriguing and exciting and enjoy lugging cameras, top hats, unwieldy helium balloons and broom-handle-dangling butterflies up steep hills in awful heat. Photographic evidence is appearing gradually here, bit by bit.

Rachel (Equal Rachel , formerly Other Rachel but only when I wasn’t already Other Rachel) sang “la, la, la!” all day like no other and by sundown had us all spontaneously lalalaing along in random bursts of sun-baked glee. She kept her eyelashes on marvellously, too, although the glue felt like sleep in her eyes. While Charon and Josh worked butterfly magic on Rachel’s fingers, Josie and the boys and I sat dazed before a fan in a little Echo Park Ave art shop front with Those Birds lined up and on shirts, feasting on disturbing Korean “French Pie” pastries that tasted like chemicals and left a bacon-fat-like film on the roof of one’s mouth (they come in little packs of two, but I’m not sure anyone ate the second portion.) We later (in Charon’s treasure-trove home) upgraded to “Upgrades,” which weren’t very good either and could only be considered an upgrade on something as bad as the French Pies. I’m starting to feel dreadful for small Korean children — are there no better Korean treaty snacks?! Maybe we only get the bad ones here. Anyway, sorry for dwelling on the food — more pix soon, promise.

[More on this stuff in butterflies and iced tea.]

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