Valentino and Lulu dance the Lindy Hop outside the Cotton Club, by Rob Goldstein
Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays. You know this story is spontaneously written. Saturday I followed the impulse to do a recap… before Wednesday. I added the rewind to one of the next set of things from Rob Goldstein who creates the gorgeous images and videos for this series. (Click herefor the entire collection of videos.) So, that made the recap Chapter 9.1. Today’s episode of Hullaba Lulu brings us to Chapter 9.2 of the series.
My Writing Process
Sometimes it takes me a bit of storytelling to make my way to a “thing.” That is what happened here. So, I’ve divided this chapter yet again. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Previously with Hullaba Lulu
It looked like the angel-bots were up to some matchmaking for…
A quick explanation of the video: I was intrigued with the idea of the danger of entering the world of a painting in Chapter Eight of Hullaba Lulu. So, I played with it by importing a few public domain copies of the Pittura Metafisica paintings of de Chirico and Arnaldo dell’Ira.
I chose “Piazza d’Italia,”by Arnaldo dell’Ira, 1934, as the backdrop and used a script to set it in motion, I prefer to use dynamic backdrops.
The audio is an excerpt from ‘Glad Rag Doll’ as performed in 1929 by the Rose Wood Orchestra.
Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays. Today’s episode of Hullaba Lulu brings us to Chapter 8 of the series. Rob Goldstein is back with more gorgeous images and videos (Click herefor the entire collection of videos.)
A glimpse into my writing process
Even though this is a diesel-punk fantasy, I try to add some real world tidbits for you. Lulu seems to like to dance. Early on she did a bit of the Camel Walk. This time she’s doing an American dance which was born in Harlem, New York City in 1928 — the Lindy Hop.
This chapter has a bonus fourth thing. I really try to stay true to the three things as they are sent. “Pittura Metafisica” was supposed to be one of the Chapter 7 things (last week), not “Bubblegum.” However, the scene I imagined for that artsy term…