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Q & A with Austin Nichols
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This screencap makes me squeee out loud!!!!
Don't ask why ;)
( Different faces of Austin behind the LJ cut .... enjoy! )
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Austin Nichols Journal
23 March 2009 @ 12:33 pm
Q & A with Austin Nichols
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This screencap makes me squeee out loud!!!!
Don't ask why ;)
( Different faces of Austin behind the LJ cut .... enjoy! )
19 March 2009 @ 10:49 pm
Why on earth does this title reminds me of the New Southern Death Cult?
Nevermind...
This is what Hilarie has to tell:
Storytime!!
Austin has totally one-upped Nick and me with his book club vlog.
He had his mind made up that he wanted to read a
passage from the book for everyone.....and so here you are.
A dazzling, fast paced piece of performance
art. There's one little flub, where he lost his place
in the book. But I left it in because error makes a
man like Austin that much more endearing. The only
thing he needs now is a pipe, a cardigan, and a
roaring fireplace. Perhaps next time.
Enjoy!
xo hil
SGP - Austin's Book Club Video
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From now on we've got a permanent link to the Southern Gothic Productions blog on the sidebar.
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productive16 March 2009 @ 09:36 am
Finaly, the Youtube video, thanks to Southern Gothic Productions
You can also watch the clip and some additional info over here: Southern Gothic Productions Blog
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busy10 March 2009 @ 11:10 am
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Austin shared with us another example of his writing
Responce to Nick Gray
I am an actor.
I am Lincoln Booth.
I am Austin Nichols.
Today I have three auditions in Los Angeles.
I have three different sets of clothes and shoes
in my car.
I got my hair jelly. PO made. Not Fop.
Read the rest of the entry on the Southern Gothic Productions blog
EDIT: Darkhowler69 left this amazing poem in the comments. Thank you.
To Mr. Nichols,
eviscerate me, rip out my heart, slice and dice me till I am no more…
this poem is probably as awful as it seems now that I reread it…
but I feel I must send this piece of me on to a kindred author…
perhaps you’ll hear me howl at my full desert moon tonight…
There is something in your eyes
You’ve lived a life of little strife
Yet beheld enough of life to play well upon the stage
Your smile rarely lights your beautiful brown orbs
Yet fools enough to give your mask a pleasing glow
You seem to travel always just out of sync with yourself
Yet never so much that it is noticed
What is it then that resides within those dark orbs of yours?
How does it hide your secrets so well???
darkhowler69
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working26 February 2009 @ 08:59 am
Thanks to the Southern Gothic Productions blog for sharing with us snippets from Austin's writing.
I adore what he does and this gif is an answer to his Post Scriptum:
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post script: what are all the other films with
great rooftop shouting scenes?
I could come up with only one: Gormenghast
Southern Gothic Productions
I wanted to add something else but these lines speak for tthemselves.
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amused12 February 2009 @ 08:49 pm
Already the very first time I read about Austin's new character, Lincoln Booth, it reminded me of the strange, reclusive French painter and photographer Augustin Desombres, notorious for his paintings of the leaning girl.
I only found this drawing, by François Schuiten, of his atelier.
I can imagine Lincoln Booth to have a similar one.
taken from -
Mona Mills, Manhattan socialite: "Lincoln Booth is a name I will never forget, even if I had soap opera amnesia, even if I were lobotomized."
Finn Collins, agent: "What's in a name? I'll tell you. Thousands of dollars. Can't make up a name that sweet. Well...you can, actually, and I have. But I'll tell you what, that picture he snapped of me, that famous one, me on the roof of the Flatiron Building, grim as it may be...that was the money shot there. You don't expect some unkempt streetkid with a bad haircut and a lifted Nikon to save your life. And then it happens. Lincoln Booth, Schmincoln Schmooth...no, I don't mean that, the kid's got a primo name, a rotten attitude, but a primo name for sure."
Deciduous, tattoo artist: "Oh, I always get a little grin when I'm inking names, try not to get too judgey though. Names mean something absolute. A name can be a love letter, a headstone. A name can be a weapon. Lincoln? Well, I'd put a beard on it, a'course..."
Jasper Vein, historian: "It is considered widely factual that for a year of [Abraham] Lincoln's adolescence, following the death of his mother, Nancy Hawks Lincoln, he and his sister Sarah lived as near-brute savages in a one-walled unfinished cabin, hungry, unbathed, barely alive, awaiting the arrival of his father and new wife, Sarah Bush Lincoln. I've chewed on this image many a time, and to revel in the idea of this boy becoming The Great Emancipator, it's astonishing."
Jay Moore, actress, frequent photography subject, former lover: "It's not a name itself that should concern you, but the way it is said. Lincoln loved the way I said his name, and I loved saying it."
Emma Atwater, baby name expert: "Currently, 'Lincoln' ranks in the early-200s in terms of popularity for boys' names. In recent years, it was little higher than the late-100s, and in the years before that, was far lower. Historically, of course, it had its heyday. It is a name, however, I do select for some of my more modern clients. There's some platform to it, and it is not without quirk."
Ursula French, model: "Is that even his real name?"
[Estella Booth, mother, would not be reached for comment.]
Margaret Lane, North Carolina Vital Records clerk: [Referencing the official birth certificate of Mr. Booth.] "Lincoln Booth, given name. 'S right here."
Ursula French: "It doesn't matter what his name is. Lincoln Booth is a tap water lowlife. He pees sitting down, and he's horrible in bed."
Jeshua Hart, childhood neighbor: "Lincoln Booth was a bad little boy. Knew it, 'cause his name was always being hollered through Carolina by his mama. One day, she hollered for ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen hours right into the night, hollering out for her boy. Then she never hollered no more after that."
Marnie Hart, childhood neighbor: "Sent her a casserole. I did."
Claude Claxton, The Louisiana Society for General Semantics: "Mm. Lincoln Booth. One has to imagine there was some humor to that baptism. Though, with gravity, it rings pretuberantly existential, certainly troublesome with regard to Lacanian theory, self-identification, the mirror phase. To share the name of one of our nation's most illustrious presidents and the surname of his notorious assassin, well, it certainly conjures up a problematic self-cancellation. 'Do I even exist?' But as is the case with any word, and particularly any naming, the named, at any and all occasion, is entitled to acceptance or negation of how he is classified."
Lu Parker, manager: "I suppose his name is a bit tragic, but trust me, Lincoln wouldn't want it any other way." source
UPDATE:
People wrote to me asking me more about this mysterious Augustin Desombres. All I can say is he's not well documented on the internet.
Augustin
He became obsessed with Mary von Rathen, the leaning girl (L'enfant Penchée). She became his greatest love and his muse.
Thanks to François Schuiten for this image and for pointing me to the painter.
I only found this drawing, by François Schuiten, of his atelier.
I can imagine Lincoln Booth to have a similar one.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Nom du jour
excerpt from An Oral History of Lincoln Booth
by Charlie Leroy
for neoGRAPH magazine
taken from -
Part III:
ON NOMENCLATURE...
Mona Mills, Manhattan socialite: "Lincoln Booth is a name I will never forget, even if I had soap opera amnesia, even if I were lobotomized."
Finn Collins, agent: "What's in a name? I'll tell you. Thousands of dollars. Can't make up a name that sweet. Well...you can, actually, and I have. But I'll tell you what, that picture he snapped of me, that famous one, me on the roof of the Flatiron Building, grim as it may be...that was the money shot there. You don't expect some unkempt streetkid with a bad haircut and a lifted Nikon to save your life. And then it happens. Lincoln Booth, Schmincoln Schmooth...no, I don't mean that, the kid's got a primo name, a rotten attitude, but a primo name for sure."
Deciduous, tattoo artist: "Oh, I always get a little grin when I'm inking names, try not to get too judgey though. Names mean something absolute. A name can be a love letter, a headstone. A name can be a weapon. Lincoln? Well, I'd put a beard on it, a'course..."
Jasper Vein, historian: "It is considered widely factual that for a year of [Abraham] Lincoln's adolescence, following the death of his mother, Nancy Hawks Lincoln, he and his sister Sarah lived as near-brute savages in a one-walled unfinished cabin, hungry, unbathed, barely alive, awaiting the arrival of his father and new wife, Sarah Bush Lincoln. I've chewed on this image many a time, and to revel in the idea of this boy becoming The Great Emancipator, it's astonishing."
Jay Moore, actress, frequent photography subject, former lover: "It's not a name itself that should concern you, but the way it is said. Lincoln loved the way I said his name, and I loved saying it."
Emma Atwater, baby name expert: "Currently, 'Lincoln' ranks in the early-200s in terms of popularity for boys' names. In recent years, it was little higher than the late-100s, and in the years before that, was far lower. Historically, of course, it had its heyday. It is a name, however, I do select for some of my more modern clients. There's some platform to it, and it is not without quirk."
Ursula French, model: "Is that even his real name?"
[Estella Booth, mother, would not be reached for comment.]
Margaret Lane, North Carolina Vital Records clerk: [Referencing the official birth certificate of Mr. Booth.] "Lincoln Booth, given name. 'S right here."
Ursula French: "It doesn't matter what his name is. Lincoln Booth is a tap water lowlife. He pees sitting down, and he's horrible in bed."
Jeshua Hart, childhood neighbor: "Lincoln Booth was a bad little boy. Knew it, 'cause his name was always being hollered through Carolina by his mama. One day, she hollered for ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen hours right into the night, hollering out for her boy. Then she never hollered no more after that."
Marnie Hart, childhood neighbor: "Sent her a casserole. I did."
Claude Claxton, The Louisiana Society for General Semantics: "Mm. Lincoln Booth. One has to imagine there was some humor to that baptism. Though, with gravity, it rings pretuberantly existential, certainly troublesome with regard to Lacanian theory, self-identification, the mirror phase. To share the name of one of our nation's most illustrious presidents and the surname of his notorious assassin, well, it certainly conjures up a problematic self-cancellation. 'Do I even exist?' But as is the case with any word, and particularly any naming, the named, at any and all occasion, is entitled to acceptance or negation of how he is classified."
Lu Parker, manager: "I suppose his name is a bit tragic, but trust me, Lincoln wouldn't want it any other way."
Lincoln Booth, quote from previous neoGRAPH interview: "There is one name that I would be thankful for: John Doe. If that were my name, I would be dead. I would be thankful for that."
UPDATE:
People wrote to me asking me more about this mysterious Augustin Desombres. All I can say is he's not well documented on the internet.
Augustin
He became obsessed with Mary von Rathen, the leaning girl (L'enfant Penchée). She became his greatest love and his muse.
Thanks to François Schuiten for this image and for pointing me to the painter.
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weird09 February 2009 @ 02:12 pm
MONA MILLS THROUGH THE EYES OF LINCOLN BOOTH
Mona Mills is the kind of girl that a man only meets
once in his life. I am hesitant to use the word girl, not
because she isn't a girl, but because that great
four-letter-word doesn't encompass the entire MONA. She
is also a woman. She is a lady. She is a broad. She is a
dame. She is a damsel in............
She drives a rickshaw around Manhattan, speaks in a
tongue that only a handful of humans can understand.
She has the spirit of Kate Winslet's, Clementine Kruczynski,
from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Also, Annie
Potts', Iona, from Pretty in Pink.
She will treat a perfect stranger like a best friend,
pick up a hitchhiker just to hear his story, drop a
television in the ocean just to see the splash, and
then dive in and retrieve it so it doesn't pollute
the Atlantic.
Mona Mills deserves her alliterative name. Few
deserve such a priveledge. Characters in novels and drama
and cinema often carry alliterative names. Comic books
have exhausted the device. Clark Kent, Peter Parker,
Lex Luthor...
Mona Mills is a woman that lives up to the hype.
She can back it up. Tromp through the mud, scale sheer
cliffs, fjord rivers and bound over tall mountains.
From the moment one meets Mona Mills, one is struck by
her eccentricities. Her confidence is over-whelming,
bordering on nuisance, but quickly forgiven.
We forgive the beautiful easily for their shortcomings,
as long as they are kind and sincere. Mona Mills could
kick a puppy, but her laugh and her regret could mend
war-torn nations. But never forget that just underneath
that confident exterior lies a very sensitive pixey.
And reading Mona Mills on a page is just as
mind-boggling as meeting her for the first time. So the
great question is...
Who is the actress, so rare and special, that can play
Mona Mills?
Who is our whimsical, magical beauty? (Beck lyric)
Please share your ideas....
Your Faithful Servant,
Austin Nichols
post script: I just read what I wrote and none of it makes
any sense, but with Mona Mills, that makes a lot of sense.
Farewell.
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Now who's the new contributor to Hilarie's Blog?
A certain Wild Turkey - Who could that be?
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amused05 February 2009 @ 07:00 am
Southern Gothic Productions - A new Blog Entry
A smart, beautiful producer lady handed me a script one day. Her name is Hilarie Burton.
The script, PEDESTRIAN.
People hand me a lot of scripts and most of the time, they are less than extraordinary.
This script was light years beyond extraordinary.
After I read the opening monologue, I sent the pretty producer lady a text message. It said something like
this.
"WHEN DO WE START?!!!"
Then I went home to finish reading and found pages 3-117 to be far richer and more illuminating
than pages 1 and 2. I have been called many things, but "careful" is not one of them. My whimsical
approach is usually always rewarded, but not what others would recomend or call, "fruitful."
But I believe that it is the only way to be.
The only way for me.
And it proved fruitful that day.
Our scribe, a man called Nicholas Gray, posesses a wisdom far beyond his young years. His characters'
tongues are sharp as knives, their journey's devastating and inspiring, full of fun and fancy.
The pretty producer lady asked me 67 times if I was serious about doing the movie. You can't fault her for
that. This business is full of fickle frauds.
She just wasn't used to the chivalrous, strong, honest, straight-forward, my-word-is-stronger-than-oak, Texas
gentlemanly promise that I handed her. And I understand, it's quite intimidating.
:)
Interestingly enough, Lincoln Booth, the character I play, is founded on the same kind of Southern ideals,
but he is all dressed up and covered in New York fancy schmancy, hiding behind the lens of his camera, not
focused on his own beating heart. And then...
Enter Mona Mills...
Stay tuned...
Next time more about Lincoln Booth and Mona Mills.
They may be the next Jack and Rose, or Romeo and
Juliet.
Your Faithful Servant,
Austin Nichols
THANKS Hilarie and Thanks Austin for keeping us informed
Do you have this feeling Austin already entered his character ;)
Picture: Luca Graziani - Flickr
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excited02 February 2009 @ 08:54 am
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From Southern Gothik Production (Hilarie Burton)
I have big news. Huge news.
You-won't-be-able-to-stop-smiling news.
But first.
I feel the need to fill you in on our project.
Kelly and I have made the decision
to lead off our Southern Gothic adventures
with a film called "Pedestrian".
Maybe you've heard me talk about it in interviews.
We have a couple projects
that we are working hard to move forward with,
but "Pedestrian" seems to be the crowd favorite
to everyone we show our roster to.
Essentially, it's the story of a 30 year old man,
Lincoln Booth,
and his journey to conquer his past and reclaim his future.
That obviously is an over-simplification.
But if I tell you everything,
then why would you come see this movie??
Oh, wait......I know why.
Cause Austin Nichols is going to play Lincoln!!!
I can't tell you all how happy I am about this.
The script for this film landed in my lap a while ago.
And it is filled to the brim with amazing characters.
Our writer, Nick Gray, is such a dialogue-wizard
(wizards. ha).
He really has a knack for mixing sincerity with absurdity
and having it come across as completely natural.
But I could never get to the casting
of all these quirky and fantastic parts,
because I did not have my Lincoln.
And then the talented Mr. Nichols showed up.
He is the real deal guys.
Our characters on One Tree Hill are supposed to be exes.
So before we ever shot together, we went and grabbed dinner.
The first thing I realized about Mr. Nichols is that he is strange.
People as good-looking as he is don't really need personalities.
But like Lincoln, Mr. Nichols exhibits that overwhelming combination
of charisma and mystery.
He is the man who has learned every crew member's name
and is respected for his kindness.
He hides away on the weekends, and is a master of rumors.
He is an artist,
that takes pride in exploring and exposing all the layers
of his characters' personalities.
He uses pet names for women that are old-fashioned and funny.
He is someone you can talk to all day,
and still be completely stumped by.
And that is why he is Lincoln Booth.
We had a reading at the Cucalorus Film Festival down here in Wilmington,
for a different project Kelly and I were helping out with......"Goat".
(Go buy the book. It's by my dear friend Brad Land)
Austin volunteered his time and did the reading for us.
Not only that, but he also helped set up the drink table beforehand
and shook hands and kissed babies like a politician afterward.
Then, one day Kelly and I got to talking.
The lightbulb was blinding.
What hadn't we thought of it before??
Here, in the shape of Mr. Nichols,
we had the real life Lincoln Booth.
Fate is a funny thing. It's easy.
We gave him the script, he loved it,
and now he's our teammate.
So we continue to move forward.
I have such confidence in this project
and in Austin
and in the team we have assembled.
Got some big meetings this week,
so think good thoughts!
I can't wait to watch this circus come together.
xo
hilarie
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