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The Hamlet Makeover, Part One
Apr. 11th, 2007 12:00 pmOkay, so by popular demand (which, in the case of this blog, means one request, hi MS!), I rushed to get together the photos of "The Hamlet Makeover, first steps."
That is, the first tryout of my - perhaps deeply misguided - attempt to go a reasonable blond to play Hamlet. Why I feel so determined to make this change for this character, I don't know - nothing to do with Scandinavian-ness or tradition, I just don't feel right the way I look for the part. But I needed help, help that came from an unsettlingly excited fiancee.
Yes, Berit was very excited at getting to play with me for hours on end like one of those Barbie Styling Heads (she gathered the implementa, calling "Makeover time! Makeover time!" in a high voice a la Gypsy from Mystery Science Theater 3000, more than slightly-creepy, really). [*UPDATE BELOW]
And within a few hours, this transition had become a reality:
An effective enough transformation, it seems. Yesterday at the deli across from The Brick, where, like most groceries we go to regularly, the people behind the counter all assume Berit and I are married (and we don't bother to correct them), the cashier looked back and forth between Berit and I, then asked her, "Your husband's younger brother?" Omar, the sandwich-maker, called to Berit in mock-annoyance, "Whaddya do to my customer?!"
Good. That's good. Still, not quite there yet.
And we went through a bunch of stages on the way, just for fun, which you can see after the cut.
( Are you actually interested? More photos in here . . . )
*UPDATE: Berit disputes almost every word of this, saying the only part she was at all excited about was seeing the "pencil 'stache" and that I make it sound like she was jumping around the place like a loon. Okay, I exaggerate a bit, maybe, but I stand by feeling a hair unnerved by what I perceived as being a subject for someone's unholy experiments. She disputes most of this note as well: "Am I going to have to start my own blog? Anyway I had a Barbie Styling Head and it gave me nightmares!"
That is, the first tryout of my - perhaps deeply misguided - attempt to go a reasonable blond to play Hamlet. Why I feel so determined to make this change for this character, I don't know - nothing to do with Scandinavian-ness or tradition, I just don't feel right the way I look for the part. But I needed help, help that came from an unsettlingly excited fiancee.
Yes, Berit was very excited at getting to play with me for hours on end like one of those Barbie Styling Heads (she gathered the implementa, calling "Makeover time! Makeover time!" in a high voice a la Gypsy from Mystery Science Theater 3000, more than slightly-creepy, really). [*UPDATE BELOW]
And within a few hours, this transition had become a reality:
An effective enough transformation, it seems. Yesterday at the deli across from The Brick, where, like most groceries we go to regularly, the people behind the counter all assume Berit and I are married (and we don't bother to correct them), the cashier looked back and forth between Berit and I, then asked her, "Your husband's younger brother?" Omar, the sandwich-maker, called to Berit in mock-annoyance, "Whaddya do to my customer?!"
Good. That's good. Still, not quite there yet.
And we went through a bunch of stages on the way, just for fun, which you can see after the cut.
( Are you actually interested? More photos in here . . . )
*UPDATE: Berit disputes almost every word of this, saying the only part she was at all excited about was seeing the "pencil 'stache" and that I make it sound like she was jumping around the place like a loon. Okay, I exaggerate a bit, maybe, but I stand by feeling a hair unnerved by what I perceived as being a subject for someone's unholy experiments. She disputes most of this note as well: "Am I going to have to start my own blog? Anyway I had a Barbie Styling Head and it gave me nightmares!"
