Amélie is one’s of those movies I’ve always known I would enjoy but for some reason I can’t explain, took me too long to watch. Despite the huge popularity it gained in the US, I had also heard the movie was a great source of inspiration for someone who is tackling screenwriting and whoever said that is an Einstein. I’ve been writing, slowly but surely. Back to the movie though, it breaks many ground rules of screenwriting from the start. Descriptive narration is constant. The main characters hardly ever speak to each other and fantasy blends in with reality unapologetically. It’s just brilliant.
When still a child, a few tragedies happen in Amélie’s life. Two consecutive deaths in the family are enough to transform Amélie into a very shy and recluse young lady. One day she finds a box buried under the bathroom tile full of treasures from someone’s past. Instead of leaving it alone she decides to go on a journey to find the original owner and that’s when her life begins taking a clever turn.
Adult Amélie is played by Aubrey Tautou and I couldn’t help but observe that even though she’s a grown woman, living on her own in Paris, there’s a childish quality to her behavior that follows her everywhere. Even after falling in love she still carries that innocent but mischievous look on her face that is so intriguing. I honestly could never look at this character and think of her as the woman she is, with her grown-up job, her vintage apartment and her peculiar friends (or lack of them). That’s what’s so fascinating about Amélie. She gives us permission to look at her and really see the vulnerable child inside, while most of us spend our lives trying to camouflage what’s left of it.
PACKING for a road-trip to Indiana where Elliott’s family gathers for Thanksgiving every year. Also on my checklist before heading south : plan this year’s table setup, snacks + candy grocery shopping, create playlists for the car. Then we can hit the gas.
CATCHING UP on my reading after a nearly three month commitment to a show and no spare time to open a book or magazine. Right at the top of my pile are three volumes of French author George Sadoul’s Histoire Générale du Cinema about the history of world cinema. I got the Portuguese version because sadly, the series was never translated to English.
BAKING a deliciously moist banana bread recipe to share at the table with my loved ones. The secret ( from a castmate ) is banana bread mix from Trader Joe’s and two bananas for extra moistness. In the past I’d have been opposed to this but I’ve learned that not everything delicious has to be made from scratch.
LOOKING FORWARD TO doing absolutely nothing for at least a day or two during the holiday break. It’s so easy to get caught-up in being productive and forget that my mind needs rest too. Time is a limited commodity and sometimes I just need to unplug and enjoy idleness.
Last year a little before summer began to fade, I asked my husband to snap a few shots of me in a bikini while at my in-laws pool. I had recently flown in back from Brazil, meaning I was eating like there was no tomorrow and we were on our way back from the perfect weekend getaway. When I looked at the camera monitor to see how the photos were coming out, I nearly had a breakdown. I saw something I’d been avoiding for months.
It was a version of myself I did not care for. Far beyond my ideal weight, I couldn’t help but feel very, very angry for the lack of respect for my own well-being. Oh yes, I cried. I also jumped in the pool, clothes-on because I’m dramatic like that. Now, before anyone starts making assumptions, I’m not talking about a serious case of obesity, an eating disorder, peer or media pressure. This is about me, an average size girl who lost track of her continuously terrible eating habits. And if you don’t believe me, I put on belly weight only, and some face. Easy to sneak-in.
It’s been days since I’ve wanted to extend a very special invitation to my Midwest folks. Last month I’ve made my Chicago theatre debut in a first-time adaptation based on oscar-nominated screenplay The Goddess by Paddy Chayefsky at The Artistic Home. Set in Hollywood’s Golden Age, the play shines a white-hot spotlight on the making of a Hollywood star, Rita Shawn and her quest for fame and love.
A little insider’s secret, the story is rumored to be based off Marilyn Monroe’s life, besides Chayefsky denial. The brilliancy of it all comes with the realization that even though the story takes place over six decades ago, the topic has never been so current. I’ve been directed by the superb, John Mossman and it has truly been an honor. We were welcomed with a Jeff Recommendation,exciting press and fantastic reviews following opening while I get to play Hollywood dress-up four nights a week.
Hi there! It’s been long enough. After doing a lot of thinking about the blog and the direction it had taken, I decided it was a good time to take a break. Taking the time to reflect on what was important to me, and the role the blog assumed in my life was extremely necessary and re-energizing. When I began putting things in perspective I also made a few discoveries about myself. They ranged from my writing style to how I felt about the way I self-portrayed here. And I came to the conclusion that certain things were falling out of place.
Lulu Abroad was born soon after I graduated from college. My husband and I had just moved to Chicago and although we were very excited I was also terrified with the possibility of not finding a job right away. A blog just made sense. It gave me something to do and served as a great creative outlet. And let’s be honest, that’s what everyone else was doing so I figured I should have one too. And although it was all for fun at the beginning, it slowly began taking over my life. I realized early on that the field was oversaturated and that there were a ton of girls doing exactly the same thing. My chances of standing out and succeeding in a crowd of a million were slim. But if I was doing it for the pleasure, why should it matter? Well, it did.
Ever since the blog turned a year old, it’s been quite a struggle to keep up, and here’s why. At around that same time, I committed to a new career path that I’d always dreamed of pursuing but held back for some strange reason. Matter of fact, as happy as I am with my new acting endeavors, the blog got lost in the midst of it all.
And I’m sure this hasn’t gone unnoticed (thank you for sticking around aside from all the craziness). Lifestyle and behind the scenes slowly began taking over, no more OOTD posts and to be quite honest, I’ve enjoyed the change quite a bit. And although it’s been fun I can’t help but feel a little uncertain. Where do I go from here? Where did the fashion/beauty/interior decorating go? What kind of blog is this now anyways? Right now there’s absolutely no way I can accurately answer that to myself let alone come up with a definition of what Lulu Abroad stands for these days.
That’s when I decided to take a break and re-evaluate everything without the pressure of ” omg, I gotta come up with the next post while I think.” I don’t know what direction the blog will take from here but I’ll promise one thing: NEW! It’ll be Lulu Abroad like you’ve never seen before. Thank you so much for your patience while I figure things out and I’ll see you soon.
Music has been part of my life ever since I can remember. It began with me begging my father to sing “A casa” by famous bossa nova composer Vinícius de Moraes over and over again. Those tunes would stick with me and trigger what later became a real appreciation for music. In this video I open up about the impact of music in my childhood, and how this passion evolved into a talent and my dreams.