Redlands Symphony Promo
This last March I created and directed a short promo (featured below) for the Redlands Symphony and their big fundraiser gala which had a 1920s theme. It’s kind of a modern-day mash up with a nod to PANDORA’S BOX (1929) and was shot on location at The Crooked Path in Burbank and the Redlands Symphony Hall.
Redlands Symphony Promo
Photographer: Samira Fuller-Farq
Talent: Kria Lindquist
Redlands Symphony Promo
Photographer Samira Fuller-Farq
Talent: Kria Lindquist
Redlands Symphony Promo
Photographer: Samira Fuller-Farq
Talent: Kria Lindquist
Redlands Symphony Promo
Photographer: Samira Fuller-Farq
Talent: Kria Lindquist
I’ve updated my Substack. I’ll be posting more regularly, diving into dark corners that thrill and fascinate me. Mostly, I’ll be posting my letters to my best friend Lux in the olde country who is the weirdest and smartest person I know. You should follow us there.
My dearest Lux,
The seance last night was intriguing. I’ve often wondered if this old castle now apartment building functioned like some sort of portal and now my suspicions are somewhat more confirmed. Things travel the halls here, like an endless maze to the otherworld. I feel secrets in these halls. Secret, hidden spaces. The endless tenets and travelers who linger or pass through. They come in waves. There was a moment in the seance last night when I felt some alarm. It felt like a multitude of presences crashed into the penthouse at once. The force of which was alarming. There were some newbies at the table, so I didn’t let on, but I was definitely on edge. It was like someone turned on the beacon for the dead, and they stopped, turned, and started running toward it. A particularly potent wave. And you and I both know they can have nasty undercurrents. Given different circumstances, I might have dived in, but I’m out of practice. Psychic muscles require constant care and these days my brain is always on reserve for creation. We made contact last night, but it was more chaotic than I would have liked, and I couldn’t get a grip on anything solid. It was enough to be with friends in the candlelight, with penthouse views of Hollywood. Life has been worse… Remember the seance we did in Europe with the five-hundred-year-old table and the ancient crystal glass in that haunted old mansion in the Aude? We sat with two candles; one black, and one white, tied together with a smattering of dried rose buds around them. Things groaned and whispered in the darkness as that crystal flew around the board. There were times we swore it was moving by itself. I never told you, but I was scared that night. I’ve had a lot of experience with talking boards, but there was something powerful there that night—and not altogether friendly. It took me a long time to shake it…
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