After brunch was dismissed, we ran to a couple of shops to gather necessary materials – glue, glitter, lace, pompoms, cuttings from an old dictionary, and stick-on jewels – and then reconvened with snacks and the entire library of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. And then we got cracking.
Yesterday Cincinnati was blanketed by about four inches of snow. I spent the day languishing in it, knowing that after my triumphant return to New York, I won’t have any snow days [because the city of New York does not mess around when it comes to winter weather preparedness]. Here’s my successful snow day agenda!
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Wear clothing that makes me happy. I’ve already been over exactly what I think of office dress codes ad nauseum. I push the line every day with bright colors, scarves around my wrists, textured and colorful tights, big hair, and rings large enough to break noses if I were inclined to throw punches. No [...]
I’m making a stand. Here’s how I really feel about professional attire. [A hint: HELL no.]
I have never, ever been one to toe the line on dressing exactly how people expect me to.
When The Minor Leagues played a show last weekend at the Tavern, Chris passed his new video camera around and crowdsourced a video of our set.
I’d been thinking all week about my outfit and the band’s collective onstage antics, and tangentially about the nature of stage presence in general. Having been on stage for the first time at age two and performing regularly since then, stage presence has been something I’ve worked on and thought about a lot.