noir posters

“Back when we met he’d gone by Rex Glass, and within two days he’d stolen a lot of junk from me. A key, a mask, a kiss, and… Eh, forget it. Not this time. I wasn’t gonna fall for it this time.”

yet another noir mockup for @thepenumbrapodcast - ignore the misspelling, im very tired

Right, so now that I have revealed myself to be actual Ladybug trash, time to make this one post that’s been on my mind for a while. If you don’t follow me for Miraculous Ladybug stuff (a.k.a. all my followers) then sorry about this.

So, a big fad throughout the fandom at the moment is giving Miraculouses to the supporting cast, and I am SO BEHIND THIS. It would develop the show beyond the status quo and freshen it up spectacularly across seasons, because if it keeps being a magical girl monster-of-the-week show with wacky antics ad nauseum then I’m going to probably lose interest fairly quickly. Some of the most popular miraculous assignments are Alya receiving the fox miraculous, Nino receiving the turtle miraculous ( @thelastpilot ) and alternatively Lila receiving the real, actual fox miraculous. I’m going to throw my two cents in on what thematically would work with the rest of the show.

First of all, we know three miraculous holders for definite and one for almost definite. Marinette is Ladybug, Adrien is Cat Noir, Master Fu is the unnamed turtle hero and the likelihood is Gabriel is Hawkmoth/Papillon. The thing is, if you look at miraculous holders and their miraculouses, a pattern of character starts emerging.

Let’s start with Marinette.

Marinette is, in short, a clumsy klutz with terrible luck, who normally you wouldn’t trust with giving an ounce of responsibility to – not because she wouldn’t take it seriously, but because she seems totally incompetent. The ladybug miraculous, on the other hand, is the miraculous of luck itself, with the most responsibility of all the miraculouses – and indeed, when Marinette transforms into Ladybug, almost all her clumsiness goes straight out the nearest window and she gains HUGE amounts of responsibility – she’s the one responsible for cleaning up the mess after an Akuma attack. The miraculous is not given to Marinette because she’s the best person for the job – far from it, she acknowledges in the origins episode Alya would be a far better fit. However, what’s important is that she has the capacity to grow into the role of Ladybug – and she well and truly does.

Now, let’s look at Adrien.

Adrien is a rich kid who’s incredibly lucky – he’s had everything fall into his lap from a young age, and has had competence (fencing, multilingualism etc.) drilled into him, at the cost of not being able to loosen up and socialise. His miraculous transforms him into Cat Noir, the poster boy for destruction and bad luck, with a kwami, Plagg, who’s constantly getting himself into the kind of destructive shenanigans you’d expect from Marinette through his own hedonism. See the pattern? Adrien and Marinette both receive the miraculouses that don’t represent them – they represent everything they aren’t – but everything they could be if they developed.

Now let’s look at Master Fu and Gabriel, because they’re a little different, but equally as important.

Master Fu, on the surface, seems like an ideal fit for the turtle in terms of alignment. The turtle in symbolism represents age, wisdom, protection. Master Fu stands for all these things – but Master Fu is a miraculous holder beyond his prime. He is at the end of his development. I have a feeling if we ever saw young Fu, we’d see him as a figure of youthful energy, who just wants to let loose and have fun, possibly even be anti-authoritarian when it comes to adults. This should sound true of another character in the show, and I’ll get back to that.

Gabriel, if everything is hinting at what we think it’s hinting at, however, does not fit the butterfly miraculous at all. The butterfly represents stages of life, and change, moving on, transformation. It’s heavily hinted Gabriel’s wife is dead – at the very least, Hawkmoth/Papillon has Adrien’s mother’s picture in his locket. Hawkmoth/Papillon’s goal now seems to be to attain the miraculouses so he can resurrect his dead wife. He’s not accepting death, and he’s not accepting the creed of his miraculous – he’s rejecting it, twisting it, corrupting it, thus becoming the supervillain who uses his Kwami’s powers against their will.

When a miraculous is granted to an owner, they can choose to learn from it, or reject it. But most importantly, they are granted to people who lack the qualities their miraculouses represent – their character flaws are what the miraculous works to iron out. That being said, let’s look at Lila.

Lila is a compulsive liar. Her Akumatised form is presumably the actual hero that emerges from the fox miraculous – a hero of lies and illusions. This is unhealthy for her – the miraculous isn’t helping her overcome her weaknesses, it’s only accentuating her character flaws. Lila will never grow as a person if she truly becomes Volpina.

So who actually needs secrets, lies and illusions in their life? Well, it’d be someone for whom truth is all-consumingly destructive. Someone whose self-destructive pursuit of the truth puts not only herself, but other people in the line of fire, and whose Akumatised form represents truth at all costs. I’m talking, of course, about Alya.

This is why fox!Alya appeals to me so much – because Alya would be able to learn and grow from the fox miraculous, because it represents traits that she needs to attain. Now, let’s look at the other popular miraculous assignment – turtle!Nino. That thing I mentioned earlier? Here it comes again.

Nino is the epitome of youthful vigour in the show – everything from his style to his DJing to his horribly outdated slang in the English dub (seriously, who the hell is a Totally Radical Dude in the 21st Century!? No-one. No-one is who.) His Akumatised form is Bubbler, a childish clown who tries to exile all adults. If there’s one person in the show who NEEDS the turtle miraculous and its traits of wisdom, age and protection, it’s Nino. This miraculous was MADE for Nino – right down to the outdated slang, providing an added meta bonus to the English dub that Nino becomes a massive allusion to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

This is why I love fox!Alya and turtle!Nino – because they work thematically with who has already received miraculouses. This begs the question – what happens to Lila?

I’d like to suggest something I think no-one else has thought of. I present, a digression: Peacock!Lila.

Peacocks are about vision, kind-heartedness and integrity – the peacock miraculous represents everything the fox miraculous doesn’t. If Lila became the peacock miraculous hero, she’d learn and develop SO MUCH MORE than if she became Volpina. She’d truly have the redemption and character arc that she needs – she’d learn there are more ways to solve a problem than lies, and that truth can be just as valuable. Likewise, this is why Peacock!Alya would actually be unhealthy for her – because it would only drive her even deeper into her already destructive drive for truth and justice.

This is what I call the Miraculous Character Development Theory. I dunno, it was just a thing that occurred to me.

tl;dr: fox!Alya and turtle!Nino work thematically and so does the rather outlandish peacock!Lila. Sorry this has been a mile long post about a god damn kids’ show. I have… several problems.

Noir one more time

Натюрморт.

Натюрморт в стиле Noir был переснят. Создать правильную композицию и на втором подходе снова не просто. С типографикой для постера к фестивалю Noir City в первом варианте были некоторые проблемы. Остались ли они сейчас, к сожалению уже не узнать (но думаю остались) 


Постеры к фильму “В случае убийства набирайте М” для меня оказались самым сложным заданием этого семестра. Трехнедельный ступор и не видение “а что вообще с этими фотографиями я могу сделать?”. Работы не складывались в серию по фотографиям, типографика “страдала”. Найти в интернете хороший кириллический гротеск подходящий по стилю не самая простая задача. Решением было в ручную “попортить” распечатанный текст наждачной бумагой (все как я люблю), имитируя стертые буквы на старом телефоне из фильма, и собрать серию из портретов главных героев. В целом, весь процесс этого задания от поиска костюмов и организации съемки оказался весьма интересным и принес мне новые знания по теме  групповых проектах, несмотря на то, что я в них постоянно участвую по долгу службы и думала, что знаю о них почти все. Из особо забавного отмечу знакомство с харизматичным Александром Петлюрой (художник, модельер, коллекционер), эпический поход в его костюмное “царство” и неожиданный “зоопарк” на съемке в студии в составе 3-х кошек и безумного кролика. 

А вот и снующий по студии кролик

p.s. и команда у меня была отличная, то что надо))

MariChat May Day 1: Milk

I finally went back and did Day 1. Bloody hell. This will be chapter 5 in the final piece so they are not dating yet.


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A More Appropriate Drink

It had been nearly two months since Marinette had admitted to him that her mother knew something was up. Apparently they’d been too noisy when they chatted or played video games and she’d also started noticing those nights when Marinette barely ate anything (because he’d promised to bring food over and she was saving room for it). She kept implying that she knew Marinette had company from time to time but she never did anything to prove her suspicions. Lately it was a constant worry of his Princess’s that her maman would catch Chat in her room.

He knew logically he should have backed off for a while. Maybe he could have suggested they hang out somewhere else? Where though? He had no idea since he could hardly invite her back to his room without giving away that he was the same boy she was uncomfortably avoiding at school. Well, had been avoiding until recently.

She had always remained friendly after he’d turned her down but clearly being around him had made things a little too fresh and painful for her and she’d done her best not to be around him too often. Though that had changed in the last few days, maybe a week at a push. They had started hanging out as a group again, with Alya and Nino as a buffer, and just yesterday she had teased him directly on having an awful sense of humour.

He thought that perhaps she was starting to get over him. He wasn’t sure why that made him feel uncomfortable and squirmy in the pit of his stomach.

The bottom line was he didn’t want Marinette putting up that distance with Chat the way she had been with Adrien and so they were stuck hanging out in her bedroom until they came up with a better plan.

He glanced up from his place on her chaise and looked around the room for the hundredth time to give himself something to do while he waited on her returning to her room from the kitchen. His eyes drifted over the blank space above her desk where he could see the familiar rectangular shapes of lighter coloured wallpaper – she had obviously hung something there until a few months ago. His cat ears drooped as he remembered asking her about the spaces before. She had told him it was just leftover from the posters of her celebrity crush; “It was nothing important,” she’d said. He hadn’t quite believed her fake smile. He wasn’t completely stupid, he knew they’d probably been his posters. But he hadn’t been able to let her know he knew that, and so had jokingly asked if they’d been Chat Noir posters. He’d even flexed for her like an idiot. The snickers she’d made at that had both lifted his spirits and bruised his ego all in one.

His ears pricked back up as her trapdoor opened and she climbed through, carrying a truly outrageous amount of cookies and pastries for them to snack on. She had barely placed the tray on her desk before he scurried over and sat on the edge of it, grabbing a croissant and devouring a piece greedily.

Dieu, Chat. Don’t you eat anywhere else?” she asked him, face full of mock outrage.

“Why would I when I get fed so well here?” he told her through a mouthful of pastry. He nearly choked as he spoke and so reached for a drink to clear his throat with before he realised there wasn’t any on the tray.

“Umm, Marinette, didn’t you say you would bring up soda?” he asked, brow furrowed as he tried to remember if she’d actually said so or if it was just wishful thinking on his part.

Merde,” she said, “I forgot. Sorry Kitty.”

“’S okay,” he said honestly, trying to swallow the food in his mouth without concentrating on how dry his mouth felt or how the flaky pieces of pastry were sticking to his throat.

“Besides,” he added, “between these treats and your company, I think I should avoid further sweet things or I’ll end up with diabetes.” He waggled his eyebrows beneath his mask to create the most classic Chat Noir moment he could in full effect.

The unimpressed pout she was giving him dropped suddenly as the sound of her trapdoor opening reached her. Both her and Chat turned to look for the source of the noise and froze as her mother’s head appeared. She was quickly followed by the rest of her body, carrying a tray with two glasses of cool milk on it, condensation dripping down the outside of each. She walked straight past Marinette and placed the tray immediately next to the first one, right beside where Chat was seated on her desk, legs dangling over the edge. She looked up at him.

“The chairs or the chaise are for sitting dear, not the desk,” she said kindly.

He scrambled to his feet in front of her. “Yes Madame,” he said, standing upright awkwardly with half a croissant still in his hand.

“Please, call me Sabine,” she told him, affectionately ruffling his hair and also his cat ears in the process. She half-turned to Marinette with a vaguely evil-looking and smug smile on her face that clearly said,“We will talk about this later.” If she was trying to be discreet about her silent message, she was failing miserably because Chat could read that subtext in the air.

“I thought you should be drinking something a bit better for you than coffee or soda,” she told the stupefied girl in front of her, “since you’re both eating so many sweets lately. It can’t be good for your teeth.

“Plus,” she added, glancing at the boy beside her, “I thought milk would be a more appropriate drink for your guest.”

Both Marinette and Chat hunched visibly in guilt from being caught hanging out so obviously. He kept waiting for her to drop her smile and tear into the two of them, to ban him from ever visiting again, to ground Marinette – anything would have made more sense to him than this. But she seemed more pleased with herself at having finally caught them than annoyed that he was here.

She smiled at them both and moved back to the trapdoor, descending until only her head was left, that delighted smirk haunting them as she reached to close the door over.

“Marinette,” she said just before she disappeared completely, “you should invite your boyfriend to spend some time downstairs next time. You father and I would love to meet him properly.”

The door closed. He couldn’t see Marinette’s face but he was sure she was just as red as he was at her mother’s parting comment.

MAMAN!” she spluttered out loudly after a moment. She looked entirely mortified. She buried her hands in her face and let out a groan of embarrassment.

He couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh.