Leaving Grantaire and Bahorel unsupervised for large periods of time can be dangerous. One time Bahorel told Grantaire he fancied watching some tennis, and nobody saw them for 24 hours until they FaceTimed Joly from New York as they decided on a whim to watch the US Open final.
Well, apart from the absence of the ever-present mist that shrouded the small town six years ago. But, even in the span of almost half a decade, Riverdale still retained its ‘50s vibes, only exaggerated by places like Pop’s, with its bright neon lights.
It was upon this diner that Jughead currently sat upon- on the roof, a place which he’d occupied so frequently through his teenage years. He was surprised he’d never been caught- maybe old Pop just turned a blind eye. Emphasis on old- the chock’lit shoppe had been taken over by a new generation of Pop Tate’s.
Jughead had yet to try out its food- he was waiting for his girlfriend of, well, six years.
He honestly didn’t expect Betty Cooper to stay with him that long.
The past few years had been amazing for him. He’d been accepted into NYU, and was almost completing his second year there. His novel on Jason Blossom’s murder had been finally published two years ago, and he’d finally been reunited with Jellybean- after many long years of separation.
Things had definitely changed for him- he’d been homeless at one point, and now, he was paying for a dorm in Manhattan.
He owed most of this to the Andrews family- they’d taken him in when he’d been helpless, and had offered to pay for his college. No need for the last part though- he’d gotten a full ride scholarship, after his novel had been published.
His legs dangled from the neon-lined roof- Betty would arrive in ten minutes- visiting Polly right now, Archie in half an hour, with a mystery girlfriend in tow. Veronica would be here too, though Jughead wasn’t sure when, as well as Kevin.
This reunion had been purely accidental- it was winter break and everyone happened to be visiting, and Jughead was really looking forward to it.
He wanted to go back and tell his sixteen year old self that everything would be okay- life would finally take a turn for the better.
He tilted his head back and basked in the winter sun on his face.
He’d missed Archie. He’d practically become his brother, after Fred Andrews took Jughead in, and they literally went to two different sides of the country- Archie to UCLA, to pursue his music, and Jughead to NYU, for writing. It had been a year since they’d seen each other, their only communication being text and social media.
He was also eager to see who’d taken over the Blue and Gold- it had thrived when the detective duo of Riverdale High took charge; and when they graduated, the pair was sad to let it go.
The Blue and Gold allowed Betty and Jughead to spend time together, which was what brought them closer.
Although, the fact that they attended university together was also a factor- Betty had taken forensics, which had, to say the least, surprised everyone. The girl next door and mysteries? Too much of a contrast, they’d thought.
But Betty was thriving, and so was Riverdale’s entire class of 2019. A class that had been scrutinized and thought badly of, in the wake of their most talented footballer’s demise.
It was what had brought them together, in the end, which was why Jughead had been waiting with anticipation for this very trip.
“Juggie!” A mellifluous voice whispered in his ear.
Like all those years ago, Jughead jumped, once again just managing to hold his footing and not topple over to the sidewalk.
“Betty, you do know one day my reflexes will go out of hand and I’ll fall off.” He smirked, once he regained his composure.
“Then I’ll be heartbroken, Juggie.”
She sat next to him. “How do you get up here without ruining your clothes?” She said. “Jeans with holes in them are supposed to be trendy,” she pointed at hers, “but I’m not sure they’re supposed to be deliberate.”
“You?” Jughead quirked an eyebrow. “Little miss cheerleader?”
Betty shoved him in response.
They paused, and looked out at the now-bare trees.
“Juggie, remember all those years ago? You confessed that you were homeless in this very spot.”
“Ah, yes. My over-emotional teenage years.”
Betty raised her eyebrows. “You had reason to be emotional.”
“True. I’m glad I’ve- we’ve- come a long way since then.”
Betty’s hand pulled Jughead’s face towards hers, gently kissing him.
Jughead loved Betty. He’d realised it when both of them had crashed at a 24-hour diner in New York, studying all night for finals, and it was that very moment that he could safely say that yes, he loved Betty, truly loved her, and would want to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful human being.
He pulled away to take a breath and said, “I love you, Elizabeth Cooper.”
“I love you too, Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third.”
He groaned. “I can’t believe Forsythe is still a name, and a name which belongs to me.”
He remembered their graduation, where the high school refused to award him his diploma while keeping his real name under wraps. The whole school had collectively gasped and then laughed when Principal Weatherbee said, “Forsythe Jones!”
“Well, to me, only Jughead suits you. As weird as that name is.” Betty tickled his nose.
He looked at Betty- really looked at her- and found himself so happy and so grateful that he was as lucky to have found someone like Betty- she’d traded her high ponytail for a bob that ended at her chin, but her clothes’ colour palette remained the same- pastel hues. She looked positively radiant in her blue pea coat, but all Jughead wanted to do was see that pea coat on the floor of his bedroo- ahem.
But he sneaked in another kiss, which satiated him for now, and whispered words of admiration and love into his girlfriend’s ear.
They sat like that in companionable silence, him playing with her hair and her tracing out the features of his long, lean hands.
“Oi, lovebirds!” Came a shout from below them. When they peeped over, they saw Archie Andrews waving up at them- with Veronica Lodge by his side. “Come on down.”
They looked at each other- was Veronica Archie’s mystery girl?- and made their way down.
When they did, all four of them ran forward and hugged each other in a huge group- the core four had been reunited once again.
Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept it. . . (Ch. 8)
Chapter 8– Trust Building Exercise #6: Our First Mission… Alone
Bucky x Reader
Summary – You are
an agent who has been training for a specific mission for years. Your boss finally informs you that Bucky is
heading back to the States, so your mission is about to begin.
Warnings – Some
violence, Hydra agents die, and of course, angst.
Word Count – 2,427
Notes – This
chapter got away from me as well. I just
can’t seem to write short chapters, sorry!
Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey so far. I only have two more chapters to go! I hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave any comments, I would love
to hear what you think!
You hadn’t gone more
than 20 miles when the Quinjet suddenly appeared before you on the empty
highway. The plane landed in front of
you, causing you to slam on the brakes.
The back cargo door opened to reveal a seriously pissed off Tony Stark.
“I leave you two
assholes alone for one minute, and you go off and steal my favorite car!” Tony
yelled at the two of you as you struggled not to burst out in laughter. “I swear, if there is one scratch on my baby,
you two will pay!”
Tony jerked open the
driver side door and motioned for you to get out. He got in and drove the car up the cargo ramp
into the plane as you and Bucky sprinted up the ramp behind him, not wanting to
give him the opportunity to leave you stranded in the desert
Bucky leaned over as
the cargo ramp closed and nudged you with his shoulder, a huge smile on his
face, “I guess we got caught.”
You and Bucky were still laughing when Stark landed the
plane back at the Avengers Compound in upstate New York. Stark had yelled and cussed the two of you
the entire way back, but it was completely worth it; you would never forget all
of the fun the two of you had.
You made your way through the compound to your room. Opening the door, you found Nat stretched out
on your bed, reading a report from a manila file folder. You had gotten over the shock of finding her
like this in your room, it seemed to be her favorite place to hide from the
rest of the team.
“Have fun?” Nat asked, a sly smirk on her face.
“Yes!” you answered, scooting her legs over to sit on the
bed as well. “It was great!”
“How much fun was
it, I wonder?” Nat questioned mischievously.
“It wasn’t like that,
Natasha,” you told the other woman causing her to give you a disbelieving look.
I received my copy of the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
screenplay two days ago and only now have been able to start reading it. We all know Rowling is a queen of hints that
are so subtle, they’re blatant after the fact.
We also have to take into consideration sometimes we’re just too eager
as fans to find clues, we’re completely wrong and think there is some dramatic
purpose for the curtains to be purple when I just like purple curtains. I’m working between the two.
a post that is a precursor to this post, on when or how the real
Percival Graves disappeared and how Grindlewald got to New York. @seasons-gredencealso
has a post on what we know of the real Percival Graves. There are many notable comments and replies
that I suggest everyone check out. Heck,
even in my reading of them, there are still things I may have missed. (In other words, please point me in the
direction of anything I might have missed.)
There are three parts to this
post: screenplay evidence, film evidence, and my speculation on Graves’ disappearance,
personality, Grindlewald, and Credence. This is an unusual format, even for me. My theories usually don’t look like this—then
again, I usually don’t give theories on screenplays and films. I found it easiest to provide all evidence
first, then my commentary. Fair warning:
it took far longer to write this theory (three hours) than it did to concoct it (however long it took me to read between Scenes 5 and 22). It’s also a very long post.
*Ext. Exterior. Int. Interior.
Page 1 Scene 1
Ext. Somewhere in Europe—1926—Night
Grindlewald’s attack in Europe,
leaving several Auror splayed across the ground.
Page 2 Scene 2 Ext. Ship gliding into New York—Next morning
Newt’s ship arriving the next
morning (his speaking to Dougal).
Page 3 Scene 3 Ext. New York—Day
Described as an aerial of New
York; kept to set up the following scene, indicating we’re still in the same
Scene 4 Ext. Ship/Int. Customs—Shortly Afterward—Day
Newt is being inspected by the
NY customs agent at the dock. “Shortly
afterward” indicates we are still in the same day.
Page 6 Scene 5 Ext. Street Near City Hall Subway—Dusk
Graves investigating the
Page 9 Scene 6 Ext. New York Street—Day
Newt walking down the street,
about to meet Mary Lou, Jacob, and Tina.
The start of the adventure.
Page 41 Scene 22 Int. Major Investigation Department—Day
Tina brings Newt to MACUSA,
where we meet Madam Seraphina Picquery and Percival Graves. Same day as Scene 6. Graves is described as being bruised from the encounter
the night before. Graves claims entity
is a beast, not a human.
Newt’s adventures are said to
have taken over, approximately, two days.
Taking in the facts presented in the script and film:
Day -1. (Scene 1) Grindlewald’s attack in Europe.
Day 0. (Scenes 2-5) Newt arrives in New York. Held up at the port almost all day, if not
all day. May have slept at the docks or
somewhere close by. (Not a proper “day
one” by most people’s standards.) Graves
Day 1. (Scene 6-) Newt explores New York, meets Mary Lou, Jacob,
Tina, Queenie, Picquery, Graves (etc).
Day 1 into Day 2. Nighttime
adventures with Jacob retrieving the missing beasts. Shaw Jr. killed. Taken into MACUSA via suitcase by Tina.
Day 2. Taken into custody by
MACUSA. Blamed for death of Shaw Jr. and
sentenced to death. Escaped. Gnarly-fingers, because—damn. Saved Dougal and the Occamy. Fought Graves.
Day 2 into Day 3. Fighting Graves. Defeated Grindlewald, posing as Graves. Obliviating the bad memories of New Yorkers. (-end)
Day 3-onward. MACUSA investigation.
Week Later. Jacob given
Occamy egg shells.
Day Later. Newt cleared to
leave New York and return to England.
Three Months Last. Jacob’s
Scene 1: there is a 5-hour difference between New York and London,
a 6-hour difference between New York and Paris/Berlin, and an 8-hour difference
between New York and Moscow (to be generous).
Newspapers at the end of the film set the film in December. I’m going with the assumption Grindlewald was
somewhere were a winter “night” begins between 5:00-6:30 pm one day, and sticks
around until 6:00-7:00 am the next day.
Imaging this helps compensate for the information we lack.
Scene 2: New York is -5, -6, or -8 hours from wherever Grindlewald’s
attack in Europe was, then +unknown
hours to make it the next morning in New York when Newt arrives. In theory, Grindlewald could have had 12
hours from his attack in Europe to get to New York by Newt’s arrival – if he
arrived at this time.
Scene 5: “Dusk.” Graves is investigating
the explosion at dusk. Dusk is at the end of the day. I’ve watched
the film three times: it’s fairly light outside, so it’s probably early dusk
(civil twilight). It is the end of the
day Newt has arrived in New York.
Grindlewald has had over 24 hours to get to New York.
Scene 6: “Day.” There is
where it hinges on semantics. You do not
go from “dusk” to “day” in that order: dusk proceeds night, night proceeds
dawn, dawn proceeds day, day proceeds dusk.
Either we’re to take this exact set up as an indicator the day has
changed—this is a new day from Scene 5—or else the time of the explosion in New
York that Graves was investigating (Scene 5) was an oversight and meant to take
place in New York at the same time as Grindlewald’s attack in Europe (Scene 1).
Scene 22: Graves is described as bruised his encounter with the
unknown entity. Unless Graves pursued pursued
the entity, I do not recall him being hit with debris during the explosion the
night before, or being assaulted by the entity.
It was not seen in the film or written in the screenplay, but moments do
happen off screen.
So, how did Graves become injured?
And, when did Grindlewald arrive
in New York? These two questions are
tied together, in my opinion. Scene 5
was the snap moment for me, and Scene
22 cemented it.
It’s already been noted that
Grindlewald is an exceptionally talented wizard. It would have taken Newt about a week to
cross the Atlantic by ship. Grindlewald,
through the use of Apparation, Port Key, Flew network, flying, and any other
host of connections that existed at this time and for this well-connected man,
could have gotten to America sooner (if he wasn’t already here and the person
in Europe was an imposter—I’m all for blowing holes in my own theories). Assuming that the real Grindlewald was in
Europe for the first scene of the film, then, as presented (with time zone
differences), there was approximately 24 hours between Grindlewald’s attack in
Europe (Scene 1) and Graves investigating the explosion (Scene 5). Graves has no lines during his first
appearance (Scene 5). In spite my desire
to blow holes in my own theories, saying to myself, “I cannot, in good
conscience, claim this knowing alternatives exist;” still, it is my bad
conscience belief that this Graves may be the real Percival Graves, the only
time we ever see him.
Grindlewald had escaped to
America, either to escape to America just for that sake or because of the interesting
disturbances and alleged visions, and he did so before Scene 5. Again, unless Graves pursued the source of
the explosion, which we could see (and it was clear even No-Majs could see the
unknown entity), in Scene 5 off screen, there is no accounting for Graves’
injuries. Unless he was accosted by
someone else. Grindlewald. Although his time was little, by Scene 5,
Grindlewald was in New York. Graves feels
more the victim of planning than opportunity, but it very well could have been
pure luck with no clean up: Graves has one of the highest positions in MACUSA,
and one of the positions that would satisfy Grindlewald’s interest in the agency
but also its investigations into anomalies and disturbances Grindlewald could
harness for his own benefit. (Picquery
would be too ostentatious to assume.
Grindlewald’s a narcissist, but he’s also cunning. Going for Picquery would just be stupid, and
obvious.) I’ve seen the arguments that
Rowling said Grindlewald shape shifted (without Polyjuice) into Grindlewald,
but just as quickly I’ve seen people say this is untrue. I’ve not personally found this statement
right from her, either. The questions
are, how much damage did Graves sustain when Grindlewald attacked him and would
these injuries carry over through transformations, anyway? It’s clear that Grindlewald could heal minor
injuries (healing Credence’s hand), so he could theoretically heal some
injuries (so major injuries would not be present); as to whether Graves’
injuries would carry over to Grindlewald’s transformation, at the least Grindlewald
had the perfect excuse for injuries if anyone asked. He was present at the site of an explosion
and followed the entity (he, Grindle-Graves, discovered nothing, of course).
The other question relating to
all this is, whether Graves and Credence ever knew each other? Because of Tina’s attack on the New Salem
Philanthropic Society, it is possible.
The memories of all the followers, including Credence’s, should have to
have been wiped. Did Graves take
sympathy on Credence and allow him to keep his whole memory of the event? That’s unknown. What’s known is, according to Scene 114 (p.
250) of the screenplay, Credence (as the Obscurus) remembers Tina and her
defending him that night. Whether he
recalls the magical element of it is unknown. (And, if Credence was identified as vaguely
magical, could there be an excuse for a loophole to the law to allow him to
keep his memory?) On the other hand,
Graves still could have used Credence as an informant even if Credence’s memory
of magic was wiped—but why? That would
be more an Auror’s job than his, to keep an informant. No matter how you spin it, MACUSA had a
strict policy against fraternization with No-Majs.
Unless Graves secretly was a supporter
of Grindlewald, the questionable aspects of Graves’ actions out of the eyes of
Picquery could be chalked up to Grindlewald seeping through the façade of
Graves. We know how Graves should have acted by how Grindlewald was
able to pass as Graves in front of people, and supplementary material (such as
the Casebook) suggested Graves was very by-the-books. Hints at Graves’ dark side could easily refer
to Grindlewald, as Farrell was playing Grindlewald who was portraying Graves
throughout 99% of the story. Graves was
by-the-books in front of Picquery, but Grindlewald seeped out whenever she was
out of the picture.
Back to the subject, if Graves
had followed the unknown black cloud of destruction back to its home (side
note: I believe it’s impossible to dislike or hate Credence, unless you’re Mary
Lou Barebone), he would have risked causing more damage to the city if he were
caught or engaged the entity. Not to
mention, if he was truly by-the-books, either he would apprehend Credence or
report Credence (possibly requesting backup).
If Grindlewald had followed Credence, maybe even encountering Graves and
attacking him them (just his luck that the MACUSA agent he attacked wasn’t your
standard mook), he could have taken on Graves’ appearance and identity then and
there and made contact with Credence before nightfall. Because Credence may retain some memory of
Graves, just as he did Tina, gaining Credence’s trust could have been easy for
Grindlewald. In my review of the
screenplay, Scene 42-43 (p. 86-89), Credence and Graves’ first interaction in-story
happens the night of Newt’s first real day in New York (Scene 6). This, too, gives approximately 24 hours
between Scene 6 and Scene 42, time for Grindlewald (as Graves) to communicate
Andy Warhol and Divine at a party in Andy’s honor at the re-opening of the Copacabana nightclub. Allan Tannenbaum, 1976.
Interview: Allan Tannenbaum with Justin Strauss
If you weren’t there to see it but can imagine in your mind New York City in the ‘70s, you can thank Allan Tannenbaum. Tannenbaum worked as chief photographer for Soho Weekly in the ‘70s and ‘80s, extensively documenting the music, glitter, fashion and magic of Downtown New York in an era when Art was Queen and nightlife, the great equalizer.
Find here an interview between two of New York’s most treasured gems — music producer, remixer and DJ Justin Strauss and photographer Allan Tannenbaum, who first met in 1981 when Tannenbaum snapped Strauss’ portrait during a DJ night at New York’s legendary club, The Ritz. We caught them chatting on a bench at The Gallery at Ace Hotel New York where Allan Tannenbaum’s retrospective show Take Me to Funkytown: New York in the 70s is on display until Monday.
Justin Strauss: Hi Allan. Let’s start at the beginning. What inspired you to want to become a photographer? Was there someone? A photograph?
Allan Tannenbaum: I was with a friend who had a nice 35mm camera.
The intelligence leaks are not a Trump problem – the UK should have reconsidered this relationship long ago
It was seen as a classic example of British understatement: the Home Secretary’s admission to the BBC that she was “irritated” by the leak to the US media of the Manchester suicide bomber’s name. But it was rather the opposite. For a Home Secretary to comment at all disparagingly on the US treatment of privileged UK information was a real departure. Since then, it has been downhill all the way.
Amber Rudd had followed up her comment in the same Today programme interview by saying she would be asking for assurances from Washington that there would be no repetition. But then there was. Within 24 hours The New York Times had published police photographs from the Manchester Arena, showing – or appearing to show – the backpack the bomber had worn and the method of detonation – information that had not been released.
The response? Fury in official quarters; a police announcement that they were suspending cooperation with their US colleagues; a promise from the Prime Minister to tell President Donald Trump that shared intelligence “must be secure”, and a rush by the UK’s knee-jerk Trump-critics to blame “this President” for the leaks. Given that shared intelligence, and the implied discretion that goes with it, is almost all that remains of the so-called special relationship, the state of UK-US relations is starting to look very like an additional casualty from the Manchester atrocity.
Nor should either side be allowed to get away with blaming the media. For all the opprobrium traditionally heaped on UK journalists, they – we – are generally respectful of security embargoes and police requests, so long as we understand the reasons. Delaying publication of the presumed bomber’s name makes sense, because it could alert associates. Withholding precise details of the method allows investigators time to trace suppliers and routes.
There is a big difference between these operational requests and statements intended to put the media off the scent or disguise police mistakes (the 2005 shooting of Jean-Charles de Menezes comes to mind). Not always, but often, journalists are quite good at detecting the difference.
There are many differences in the way the US and the British media work – until recently the degree of respect for authority was one. In the particular case of the Manchester bombing, however, it could also be argued that there was no security dimension – at least no national security dimension – to a US outlet publishing the name or the photos ahead of time.
Of course, that neglects the global aspect of communications today. But the chief responsibility for any breach rests with the agencies that passed on material that – in the British view at least – was not theirs to pass on. This was not a case of assiduous reporters ferreting out sensitive information, but of one or more branches of US law enforcement or security deliberately deciding to pass it on.
Why they might have done this, especially after the UK’s objections to the first leak, raises further questions. Could it have been mere bravado – a desire by a particular agency to show how “in the loop” or how “media-friendly” it was? Other theories have centred on Donald Trump.
Some have suggested, conspiratorially, that one or other agency might have wanted to discredit Trump in the middle of his first foreign trip, as part of their continuing animus against him. That seems as unlikely, though, as the contrary idea, seized upon by his many UK detractors, that Trump himself was somehow responsible – after all, had he not just divulged classified information to the Russian foreign minister?
This seems even less plausible than the conspiracy theory. Not only is there scant chance that any leak of this kind would have been referred up to the White House, but it turns out that this apparently unprecedented release of “shared” information does indeed have a precedent. The former Metropolitan Police Commissioner, Lord Blair, disclosed that there had been similar breaches by US agencies in the wake of the 7/7 attacks in London. The difference then – an interesting and perhaps significance difference – is that official UK fury was confined to diplomatic channels.
Which brings us back to the “special relationship” and the sharing of intelligence that constitutes such a large part of it. As Theresa May left London for the Nato summit, where she intended to talk respect for shared secrets with Donald Trump, one of the most telling observations came from the BBC’s specialist security correspondent, Frank Gardner. UK security officials, he reported, were desperately trying to “ring fence” their cooperation with their US counterparts so that cooperation could continue unaffected by the row about leaked information from Manchester.
This says two things. First, that the intelligence agencies see themselves as distinct from – and superior to? – the law enforcement agencies, such as the police and the FBI. They do not want any blurring of the lines, even though the lines between the two are inevitably blurred where international terrorism is concerned, and should probably not exist at all. Second, the UK’s concern to maintain intelligence cooperation, even as police cooperation is suspended, underlines the lopsided nature of the relationship.
MI5, MI6 and GCHQ may be held in great respect by their US counterparts – at least, that is what they insist – and each may over the years have delegated tasks in such a way as to exploit discrepancies in national laws, to mutual advantage. With the resources and reach of the US agencies now in quite a different league from ours, could the liabilities of this “special” relationship be starting to outweigh the benefits?
The UK might currently take out as much, or more, than it puts in, but there are downsides – including a sense of diminished responsibility. In 2002-03, for instance, the UK followed the US to Iraq on the basis of intelligence on chemical weapons that France and Israel had interpreted more critically. Citing a theoretical risk to relations with “third countries” has also allowed MI6 and others to refuse to testify in court on such subjects as extraordinary rendition and the death of Alexander Litvinenko.
Now we have the leaks of information from Manchester. However and why this happened, the cavalier way in which one or more US agencies disregarded the UK’s legitimate security interests shows that a reconsideration of intelligence-sharing is now overdue.
Kurt’s a steward on a flight from London to New York and Blaine’s his very nervous passenger.
Kurt notices him right away, sitting on 56C. It’s not hard, given the flight’s half empty and he’s the only one sitting in the last four rows. He has all three seats to himself but he’s opted to sit by the aisle and he grips armrest tightly before the aircraft has even moved an inch. He’s definitely nervous.
Throughout the preparations to depart, Kurt keeps stealing glances at the poor guy. He’s the only one who really pays attention to the security briefing and Kurt sees him check under his eat as if to make sure his life vest is really there.
Nervous is an understatement, Kurt realizes, the guy looks downright scared. Normally, Kurt would simply keep a closer eye on a passenger such as this one through the flight, but as the aircraft inches slowly closer to the runway, Kurt decides he wants to offer whatever comfort he can.
Because of the scope of the March timeline and the number of
posts, I know it can be a little arduous to muscle through. I wanted to make a
post to tie the four separate weeks and posts together to make it easier to
digest. If this was a college or uni course, this would be the
review before final exams.
These are the 7 things I believe are the most
important lessons or patterns to observe and take away from March 2012.
Eleanor’s Staged Twitter Welcome.
Eleanor had an active Twitter account for 7 weeks before she began to tweet
fans, One Direction update accounts, her own update accounts and members of
Louis’ family and friends. These first tweets just-so-happened to coincide
exactly with 1) big One Direction promotional events in which the online fandom
would be most active and 2) her very public trip to New York City during Louis’
one week off. In fact, Danielle, her own cousin, Dan, Jay’s best friend, Jay’s
best friend’s son, and Louis himself all literally validated Eleanor’s account
and welcomed Eleanor to Twitter in the 24 hours leading up to her arrival in
New York. This was also just days before the sales numbers for the U.S. debut
of Up All Night were announced and in the midst of the announcement and
subsequent leak of the American leg of the Up All Night Tour scheduled for
May-June. When the Fall UK promo
campaign is taken into consideration with this series of coinciding events, it
becomes glaringly obvious to what extent Eleanor’s presence was used as a layer
of the marketing strategy as the One Direction juggernaut truly began to take
& Harry largely MIA their off week. It is a little difficult to argue
this was as intentional as it seems to be in their off times in the last 2
years. I am not trying to argue they spent the entire week together, either.
However, they were both around the hotel enough to know Liam’s gym schedule in
the evenings, and Louis himself lied about when and where he was when he found
out they went number 1 in America. That, in and of itself, begs the question
where was Louis really when they found out? Perhaps he, too, rented a bicycle
with Harry to go sightseeing in New York, an activity Harry did at least twice
during the week.
different & distinct weeks. When viewed in order and in retrospect, March
2012 can be seen as the first 2 years of One Direction’s PR strategy condensed
into 31 days. The first week was all promo, touring and travel. The interviews
were relatively unscripted and the responses much more organic. The second week
in March was spent in New York City laying the ground work for their American
takeover with high profile promotional events where the boys had to act
professional, but Harry and Louis were still having fun toeing the party line.
The third week was the more subtle marketing campaign with tour dates leaked
and a relatively heavily-pushed Elounor narrative that was the first of its
kind at this point. The first attempt at a denial took place in Dallas, an
event that became a lightning rod in the fandom for their iconic behavior during
the performance, in interviews and at the meet & greet with fans. The
fourth week was a week that was much more like what we have grown accustomed to
in 3 years since it. Eleanor rushed back to the States unexpectedly as the
events of the 3 previous weeks began to snowball as they were released in
online videos. Louis and Eleanor were papped at the Grove together, and Eleanor
attended the Kid’s Choice Awards, their most important promotional event to
date, with Jay, Dan and Danielle. Fans began to divide online into the 2 camps
we know today: Larry shippers and Elounor shippers.
Meet & Greet behavior. The progression of Louis’ behavior in meet &
greets as the weeks in March wore on is a fascinating thing to watch. He went
from happy and open with fans in the first 10 days to wary and finally openly
disdainful of some (girl dressed as a carrot in Minneapolis). This coincides
exactly with Eleanor’s increasing Twitter presence, which led many fans to ask
Louis about her and give him gifts to give to her, something I don’t think
Louis appreciated, perhaps especially in front of Harry.
Meet & Greet Separation. Harry and Louis were deliberately separated at
several meet & greets throughout the month of March. The boys appeared to
have assigned seating in several of the instances, and went so far as to point
out if Harry and/or Louis sat in the “wrong” seat and had to be moved. Harry
tried to get around this new seating arrangement at one meet & greet by
sitting next to Louis at the front of the table instead of the end, perhaps
hoping a steady stream of people would keep Louis and himself occupied (it didn’t).
Despite the attempts to separate them in meet & greet situations, Harry and
Louis continued to openly talk across the other boys, show each other gifts
from fans and even stand next to each other during breaks.
Narrative. Harry’s womanizer image began to take shape in the American
press after the Bring 1D to Me event in Dallas. This was mere days after the
album went unexpectedly number 1 in America and in the week leading up to the
Kid’s Choice Awards on Nickelodeon. While Harry’s womanizer status was being
solidified, Louis was paraded around L.A. with Eleanor, who flew back
unexpectedly, to get her picture taken with Louis and walk to the Kid’s Choice
Awards with Louis’ family.
Battle Lines are Drawn. In essence, March was all about boundaries. Their team trying
to set them, Harry and Louis pushing them and pushing them until the
consequences began to catch up to them. The battle lines that were drawn by
both sides, however, were clearly established and remained in place until just
recently. Perhaps we are finally in unchartered territory.
1897 House of Worth, Fancy dress costume, “Infanta Margarita after Velasquez”
White satin overlaid with
alternating rows of white organza ribbon and galon d'argent bands; white
organza; cream machine-made lace; silver metallic “lei” with spangles;
pink taffeta ribbon; brilliants; black velvet ruched ribbon; rhinestone
order backed by pink taffeta cockade
“In early 1897,
Jean-Philippe Worth received a rush order for a fancy dress costume from
a regular client via transatlantic cable. Recreating the costume worn
by the Infanta as portrayed by Velasquez through the use of modular
components and an accurate dress form maintained for his client, Worth
was able to complete and ship his commission back to New York 24 hours