Gale Harold - Falling For Grace -

@темы: Гейл

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Красава

@темы: Randy Harrison

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Страшненький

Randy

@темы: Ренди

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На поржать

@темы: разное

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11.09.2011 Скотт Лоуэлл

Скотт выложил на твиттере свои воспоминания о жуткой трагедии 11.09.2001
I was in Toronto on the morning of Tuesday September 11, 2001 getting ready to head to Church Street to shoot some exterior scenes for the 3rd episode of the 2nd season of QAF. Just before 9 AM one of our transport drivers, Steve Merlin, rang me from downstairs as he usually did to let me know he was there to pick me up. I greeted him but before I could ask how he was he simply said “Have you heard?” I said “heard what?” “Turn on your TV,” he said “a plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York.” I turned my TV on and saw what he was talking about. Smoke and flames were billowing from what appeared to be the most horrific accident I could imagine. Unable to tear myself away, despite needing to get to work I saw another plane slam into the South Tower. It seemed unbelievable. Maybe it was the ridiculous size of the Projection TV I had in my apartment but it looked like a bad Michael Bay film to me. Unreal ... and yet ... and I remember that moment and the nausea and fear that instantly gripped me as I realized that this was no accident. These planes were missiles and New York, the United States was under attack. I got downstairs and into the van as quickly as I could so as not to miss a moments news on the radio. We drove in stunned silence. I’d never felt so far away from home as I did then.

My next memory is being in the makeup trailer. Again, we had only a radio to bring us the news. There were reports of another plane flying into the Pentagon. What the fuck was happening?!? It brought back to mind huddling around a radio while rehearsing a production of “King John” in the Ruth Page Dance Center in Chicago listening to Bernard Shaw of CNN describing the first bombs falling on Iraq in Bush the Elder’s war and, as a child, listening to my father’s collections of Edward R. Murrow’s broadcasts from rooftops in London during the Blitz — haunting and mesmerizing and the power of only being able to hear the events leaving the pictures up to my imagination made them all seem so far away. Our usually chatty trailer was silent but for the radio and occasional hum of a hairdryer. Then the radio began reporting of people jumping from the towers and then ... the South Tower collapsed. We heard it. We all gasped and our lovely Yasmeen Jalali began weeping; crying out: “All those people!!”

We went to set. Peter Paige, Hal Sparks and myself. Our whole crew was gathered around by our director, Michael DeCarlo. Many of them were crying. They hugged us. We gathered in a circle and prayed silently. Somehow being there, in Canada treated like the bereaved relative of someone who had passed away made me feel more American than I ever had in my life. Nothing had ever made me feel prouder to be from my country than the warmth and love that flowed our way that day from these wonderful “foreigners” — our Toronto family who I will FOREVER love. I remember looking up at the sky. It was the bluest blue I could ever remember seeing and it was so clear and peaceful.

Despite the emotions of that moment, we had work to do and we all did our best. The scene was a light, comic one of us walking down the street, “Emmett” beating himself up for blowing one half of a “perfect” gay couple while “Michael” tries to console him and “Ted” gives him some tough love. As I’ve been reflecting on that day this morning I went back to take a look at that scene for probably the first time in a decade and I can see the dazed, sorrowful look in our eyes and the “what the fuck are we doing here?” lack of full commitment to the scene. It seemed ridiculous. WWIII was starting and we’re talking about blowjobs and sex?!? (You can see the scene here: gallery.me.com/scolo#100106) In the middle of all this we learned that the North Tower had collapsed as well. I looked up at the sky again and realized that not a single plane could be seen.

As we were finishing up the last shot for the scene I could see around the video monitors that we had been joined not only by Gale Harold and Randy Harrison, who were about to shoot the second half of this street scene, but also by our producers Dan Lipman and Ron Cowen as well as Jerry Offsay who was the head of our network, Showtime. Jerry was in town for the Toronto International Film Festival. Despite the huge cost to the network he shut down production for the day and I’ve never been more grateful to NOT work. It was an incredibly thoughtful, decent and classy move by Mr. Offsay.

The rest of the day was spent with all my QAF family (as well as my manager at the time, Marilyn Mandel who was in town for TIFF as well) gathered in my apartment watching in amazement at all that unfolded that day. I remember the frustration and ultimate relief at trying to reach my dearest friends in NYC. I remember being most terrified that Bush was going to start a nuclear war and, if for nothing else, I am grateful to him for not doing that. But mostly what I remember is the love and comfort shared by my QAF family that day. They are memories that will remain forever private and personal but I know, as far away from our true home as we all felt that day, we all found a new home in each other.

Three weeks later Ron Cowen and myself flew down to NYC to help out at a benefit fundraiser for the Empire State Pride Agenda. The plane was eerily empty and the captain came out and thanked us all for flying. As we drove into the city from the airport I saw the gap where the Towers had been for the first time and it all suddenly became very real. It looked like what had once been a beautiful smile that had gotten it’s two front teeth knocked out in a fight. I wandered downtown that afternoon before the event and got goosebumps from sensing how quiet the city was. No one was honking their horns or screaming “Move it, Asshole!” It was like walking around a city at night after a big snow storm. Everything seemed that hushed to me. I got to Ground Zero and was amazed to find, three weeks after, that it was still smoldering. It looked like a war zone in Bosnia and not something I ever thought I’d see on American soil. The stench was still horrific but it was a busy hive of activity as workers struggled to clean up and move forward. I looked in the windows of shops nearby and what had been ordinary, uninteresting discount clothing and electronics stores had been turned into museums — everything inside covered in ash so that they looked like relics from Pompeii. A bank of Citibank ATM machines, having been covered with plastic to protect them had become public works of art covered with poems, thoughts and reflections. (you can view some photos I took then here: gallery.me.com/scolo#100096) That night the event honored openly gay police officers, firefighters and other first responders. As we thanked them for all they had done and lost they thanked us for our little show letting us know how much it meant to them. Now I knew why it was important that we did our best that day three weeks earlier. If we didn’t talk about blowjobs and sex then the terrorists really would have won, right? Right.

Peace!
Scott
September 11, 2011
Очень печальные воспоминания с одной стороны, а с другой, Скотт вспоминает об огромной поддержке со стороны съёмочной группы и актёров, учавствующих в сериале. (ссылки в тексте рабочие, на одной сцена из фильма, что они снимали в день трагедии, на другой - снимки Скотта в НЙ через три недели после трагедии).

@темы: Скотт Лоуэлл

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С началом трудовой недели!

Randy Harrison Pictures

@темы: Ренди Харрисон

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Всем спа-а-а-ать!

@темы: B/J, QAF

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Мерещится

@темы: разное

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10.09.2011 Gale Harold CW Premiere Party, Warner Bros. Studios

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@темы: Гейл Харольд

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У меня Апрель

Эта задумка давно была. Сейчас я, кажется, воплотила её в жизнь. Да будет так.

@темы: видео моё

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Доброе утро!

Спокойствие, только спокойствие

@темы: Гейл Харольд

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Вроде как спааать...

@темы: B/J, QAF

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На ужин

@темы: Джастин

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ПЧ

 Eldija рада знакомству!
Надеюсь ты нашла чё-нить интересное у меня в дневнике, в котором кроме Г/Р, Б/Д и нет то ничего.
А заодно, поздравляю с Днем рождения  Lanaleleka
Желаю, чтобы сбылась твоя самая страстная мечта.

@темы: ПЧ

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Я б его любила

С сего дня новое рубрико "Я б его любила". И первая на очереди  Angelina68, поделится секретами, уж не знаю какими, но точно, что поделится. А мы будем ждать сегодня, потому как завтра настанет очередь другого(-ой) делиться секретами.

@темы: Я б его любила, Брайан, Гейл Харольд

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А мы ещё не встали...

@темы: B/J, QAF

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Доброе утро!

@темы: Джастин

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Я хочу…

Я хочу, чтобы твои руки стали мягче. Хочу, чтобы твои пальцы выводили узоры на моём теле. Хочу, чтобы ты звал меня в ночи, чтобы твои губы срывающимся шёпотом произносили моё имя. Хочу, чтобы твой рот пересох от стонов. Я хочу опять увидеть в твоём взгляде интерес. Я хочу так мало. Я просто хочу, чтобы ты любил меня.

@темы: B/J, QAF, Бред

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Выходные!

@темы: Гейл

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«Windows On The World»

Дядя Гейл, к сожалению не участвует в чтениях «Windows On The World», слишком занят на сьёмках в Ванкувере.

@темы: Gale, «Windows On The World»