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breakinglight11I'm a day behind due to attending NELCO, which was lovely but left me no time to write. This piece is about a character generated last year, Freddy Moreau, the young fashion designer who is learning that not all design challenges will be for a size-zero model. Sadly it doesn't move the story forward much, but it's words on the page at least. :-P
Day #10 - “Dress Ourselves Somehow”
FREDDY MOREAU, a young fashion designer
KARA MOREAU, his older sister
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(FREDDY MOREAU struggles with draping on his dress form. He gets frustrating and tosses down the fabric he’s working with in a huff.)
FREDDY: Oh, I don’t know.
(Enter KARA with a plate.)
KARA: Brought you a sandwich. Doesn’t look like you’re working very hard.
FREDDY: Shows what you know.
KARA: You don’t have much on there yet.
FREDDY: You sound like Tim Gunn.
KARA: Well, let’s say “I’m concerned,” then.
FREDDY: I’ve been trying to come up with the hell I’m going to do. But I can’t seem to think of anything.
KARA: I thought you said Heidi had some ideas.
FREDDY: She does. And I want to make them for her. But… a lot of the proportions are different on her than what I’m used to doing.
KARA: So?
FREDDY: So I can’t make them the way I always do.
KARA: So make them different.
FREDDY: But I don’t know what’s going to work.
KARA: I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
FREDDY: I am! It’s just… I don’t know how to do this.
KARA: So learn.
FREDDY: It’s hard.
KARA: I think that’s lame. Make it work, right?
FREDDY: I know, I know. But I’m trying here!
KARA: You went to two years of design school and in all that time you never learned how to make anything that wasn’t for an anorexic Amazon?
FREDDY: No! I just… never really did it much. We always just worked with, you know. Models.
KARA: That’s bullshit. Like only super-super-freakish-beautiful women are the only ones who ever buy clothes.
FREDDY: Hey, it’s not that! It’s not because they’re beautiful.
KARA: Seriously?
FREDDY: Well. It’s because… in general… we design clothes in two dimensions, and they end up looking best on the hanger. So we want to display them on something that, as much as physically possible… resembles how they are on the hanger.
(Pause.)
KARA: Do you know how sick that sounds?
FREDDY: As soon as it came out of my mouth.
KARA: Wow.
FREDDY: Wow, what?
KARA: Wow, you’re looking at this with a hell of a lot more perspective than I thought you would.
FREDDY: Gee, thanks.
KARA: I’m glad to see you’re growing up.
FREDDY: Hate to disappoint you, sis. It was just… Heidi, you know?
KARA: What did she do to you?
FREDDY: Just that… what kind of designer needs a beauty queen to make his work look good for him?
KARA: Damn. That sounds like a challenge.
FREDDY: I guess it is. And I could never pass one up.
(Pause.)
KARA: Keep it looking smooth. Use fabric that will fall and lie smoothly. And define the waist somehow.
(He stares at her.)
KARA: That’s my advice. If you care to know. That’s what we regular women do when we have to dress ourselves somehow.
FREDDY: Why are you just saying this now?
KARA: Well… you’ve started listening to somebody now. You’ve never done that before.
Day #10 - “Dress Ourselves Somehow”
FREDDY MOREAU, a young fashion designer
KARA MOREAU, his older sister
~~~
(FREDDY MOREAU struggles with draping on his dress form. He gets frustrating and tosses down the fabric he’s working with in a huff.)
FREDDY: Oh, I don’t know.
(Enter KARA with a plate.)
KARA: Brought you a sandwich. Doesn’t look like you’re working very hard.
FREDDY: Shows what you know.
KARA: You don’t have much on there yet.
FREDDY: You sound like Tim Gunn.
KARA: Well, let’s say “I’m concerned,” then.
FREDDY: I’ve been trying to come up with the hell I’m going to do. But I can’t seem to think of anything.
KARA: I thought you said Heidi had some ideas.
FREDDY: She does. And I want to make them for her. But… a lot of the proportions are different on her than what I’m used to doing.
KARA: So?
FREDDY: So I can’t make them the way I always do.
KARA: So make them different.
FREDDY: But I don’t know what’s going to work.
KARA: I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
FREDDY: I am! It’s just… I don’t know how to do this.
KARA: So learn.
FREDDY: It’s hard.
KARA: I think that’s lame. Make it work, right?
FREDDY: I know, I know. But I’m trying here!
KARA: You went to two years of design school and in all that time you never learned how to make anything that wasn’t for an anorexic Amazon?
FREDDY: No! I just… never really did it much. We always just worked with, you know. Models.
KARA: That’s bullshit. Like only super-super-freakish-beautiful women are the only ones who ever buy clothes.
FREDDY: Hey, it’s not that! It’s not because they’re beautiful.
KARA: Seriously?
FREDDY: Well. It’s because… in general… we design clothes in two dimensions, and they end up looking best on the hanger. So we want to display them on something that, as much as physically possible… resembles how they are on the hanger.
(Pause.)
KARA: Do you know how sick that sounds?
FREDDY: As soon as it came out of my mouth.
KARA: Wow.
FREDDY: Wow, what?
KARA: Wow, you’re looking at this with a hell of a lot more perspective than I thought you would.
FREDDY: Gee, thanks.
KARA: I’m glad to see you’re growing up.
FREDDY: Hate to disappoint you, sis. It was just… Heidi, you know?
KARA: What did she do to you?
FREDDY: Just that… what kind of designer needs a beauty queen to make his work look good for him?
KARA: Damn. That sounds like a challenge.
FREDDY: I guess it is. And I could never pass one up.
(Pause.)
KARA: Keep it looking smooth. Use fabric that will fall and lie smoothly. And define the waist somehow.
(He stares at her.)
KARA: That’s my advice. If you care to know. That’s what we regular women do when we have to dress ourselves somehow.
FREDDY: Why are you just saying this now?
KARA: Well… you’ve started listening to somebody now. You’ve never done that before.
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