The following can be credited to one of those times when the joke became the work.
In this case the "joke" was brought on by a late night jam session with friends, which birthed a sort of irreverent character that was so clear in my mind that I felt we had to make some visual record of her.
Leading up to this point, I had been trying to build what might be classified as a "serious" phrase, something grounded and earthy, and also, evidently, something stubborn, as inspiration would not come and I was left with some very disjointed pieces which I had no choice but to abandon and bookmark for later.
But I was teaching the following day and I needed a phrase. What followed was a caricature of the "other girl" that was awake at that hour (it was a late night)--- or how I envisioned her--- someone stylish but just a bit overdressed, free but teetering on the edge of sloppy, and, most importantly, someone who was fresh out of fucks to give.
Only badass, confident women could run with this prompt the way Mel, V, and Em could and did. So a cheers and stomp for them, and a cheers and a stomp for you, for watching this, and then hopefully putting on a red lip and a lash and raising some hell.
Enjoy.
Rabble-Rousers: Melanie Comeau, Victoria Finehout Vigil, Emily Palmquist
Tunes: Ruby Blue, by Roisin Murphy
Concept, Choreo, Film, and Edits by Yours Truly, with some help from the keen eyes and ears of a one Mr. Eric Chaves.
