But let's talk about my entrancement. Firstly, though insanely macarbe, I am finding the cinematography stunning. Or the sets. Or the combination. It is art. Art at its best in that it unesettles you with its combination of beauty and horror. And Lecter's spaces have this odd time-capsule feel; different times in different places—his office, his kitchen, his dining room, and, I would oddly venture to add, his appearance. There is a crafted drip-feed system of information regarding the whys and wherefores of the characters that keep you holding out for more information. And coming back. And the storylines are intriguingly grim and unearthly. I think I have a fascination. I am not sure I want to delve too much into it. But there must be enough people who do for these shows to exist with their morbidity and death and evil. Maybe because fiction (for the most part) sees the crime solved and a notion of the otherness of the perpetrator revealed, it makes what would be, if it happened in reality, unspeakably and incomprehensibly evil, almost comforting. Evil that can be caught and stopped, by our heros like Will and Gibbs and Horatio and Patrick Jane and John Reese, is palatable. I used to love Crossing Jordan for being the crime drama with the best score. Now I love this for being the most visually beautiful. I cannot recommend it. It is too bizarre for that and I don't want to steer you a way you may not like, but I'm hooked and I think it has a cult status coming. Which is also something I don't want to think about too much.
P.S: Dreamt last about op/thrift shopping in the States. Already. There are still months to go. I have dreamt about op-shopping in the past and the clothes I find are so amazing. Does put the pressure on reality somewhat. I wish I could get off my butt and find time to sew. I could make some of these amazing pieces. I might start journaling them for the day when lots of sleep is no longer a pre-requisite.
Who wore it better?
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