BROWN MONTH

 

BROWN MONTH  (January)                                                                     Image result for HAVANA, CUBA, CARS, BROWN

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

Element:     BRASS  

Hue:  cigar;  rum]

teaser:

(the script)   “A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere.  With him, I may think aloud.”                                                                                                                                                                                RALPH WALDO EMERSON

🙂 “CONGA”……………………………………………………………………….

Gloria Estefan, Miami Sound Machine  [Writer:  Enrique E. Garcia] [Album:  Primitive Love  (Epic) 1985]

 

The Interview (excerpt)

He had two old Moto Guzzi’s, back in Cuba, now dilapidated and abandoned in his Grandma’s overgrown backyard.  Vines grown overtaking  the two motorcycle’s.  The Cuban wild rose, his Grandma’s favorite, untamed and set loose between the wheels and throughout the spokes of the two bikes.  (She had fashioned and set up near, what she called the “the garden centerpiece”, an old stone and ceramic bird bath, “to finish… “the garden””.   Her magic touch.)

All looking natural.  As if all part of the landscape.  As if always part of the landscape.  And to the young mechanic, probably one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.  Man’s craft and God’s craft,  in its’ highest form… now, melded together.  Beautifully.  Perfectly.

That is what this  old Shaker Barn looked to him now.   He snapped a picture.  Each week, each month, whenever  he could (…each year, now), the young man, and expert car mechanic, would purposely pass by this particular Barn.  His favorite.  To him, the tranquil scene, the barn… and the landscape…  long weathered and melded together,  looked more and more beautiful as time passed on.

 

“More right…”

Like his bikes in Havana.  That’s what these old New England Shaker Barns looked to him now.   (Just like his cherished and ancient Moto Guzzi’s his uncle, in Havanna, would send him pictures of each year.)   Though, admittedly a proud  American now (this was “home”.  His new home.  And now his natural home.  He could not imagine any other)… he missed Cuba.  He missed Havana.  He missed his Grandma.  He missed the food.  He missed his bikes.

He missed his cars.

He snapped another picture. (Adding it now to his voluminous online New England Shaker Barn collection.)  Set his iPhone to another tune — dropped an  ear bud out of one ear, straddled his Vino scooter  —  then pulled back out onto the road.

And, onto his  Interview

“Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga                                                                               

I know you can’t control yourself any longer…”

 

(to be continued…)

TITLE:                 BEST ELECTRIC*

 

Treatment (script):

  • The News

The News 1

Thom… son?  We’re afraid we’ve got some bad news…”

“THE SUBURBS”………………………………………………………………………

Arcade Fire; (suggested version; cover:  Father John Misty)  [Writer(s):  Arcade Fire][Producer(s):  Arcade Fire, Markus Dravs]  [Album: “The Suburbs”/Studio album (Merge, City Slang, Mercury   2010)]

The News 2

“You’re Thomas Bell?  Well,  we have got some great news for you!”

 

The News 3

“Hello… Mr. Thomas Andrew Bell?   I am sorry but I have some bad news for you…”

“SOUVENIRS”……………………………………………………………………..

John Prine;  [Writer:  John Prine] [Producer(s): Jim Rooney, John Prine][Album:  “Souvenirs”/Studio album  (Oh Boy,  Ulftone Music  2000)]

The News 4

“Thom?  Thom Bell?   Good news!  We’ve been waiting all day to tell you!  Congratulations…”     

                                                                            

(to be continued…)

  • Bad Day               

(flashback  [narrative])

EXT. BELL’S BODY SHOP.  AUTO REPAIR SHOP.  MORNING.

CUT TO:

INT. BELL’S BODY SHOP.  MORNING.

The familiar jingle of the front door bell sounds, then a thump.  The mail has arrived.  THOM BELL takes a long and deep gulp from his mug, sighs… and gets up from his desk,

THOMAS BELL  “C’mon Joey!”

His affable and chubby companion jumps up — he’s got work to do.

The small dog   trots over to the mail drop — picks up a jaw full of mail, junk mail and flyers — then trots back to THOM’S desk…  (wrestles with it a bit) and,  drops it.  THOM slowly catches up still holding his mug.  It’s cold.  Very cold.  And, the stove has barely kicked in with heat.  Pausing briefly, he leans way over, picks up a log, and throws it into the Franklin.  Within seconds he feels a welcome wave of heat… of warmth.  And, within minutes he scoops up the mail, ready to go,  and begins promptly sorting through the stack… now, almost happily.

He thinks to himself, “Nothing can be that bad…”

THOM “So, what do we have here, Joey?  More bills?”

A largish piece, an envelope,  makes its’ way up to the top… official looking.  THOMAS BELL investigates…  a law firm…apprehensive to open it.  Reflexively, he opens  it…

THOM

Again, he asks his dog,

“So, now what are they gonna do?  Put a lean on the building?  Take my house?  Who cares?”

Instead, it is a letter from Amanda’s attorney. “Oh…”

This is going to be  a bad day

“MY WRECKING BALL”………………………………………………………….

Strand Of Oaks (aka:  Timothy Showalter); cover [Writer:  Ryan Adams][Producer(s):               suggested version: Project:  “WXPN’s 2014 Year In Review cover songs projects.][Album:  “Heal”  (2014)]

  • First Day

(flashback2 [narrative])

(suggested…  tune and/or  “tone”:)

EXT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP  (aka: “”B”‘S BODY AND SUPPLY; “B”‘S BODY”).  AUTO REPAIR SHOP.  MORNING.

CUT TO:

INT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP.  MORNING.                                  

It’s the first day on the job for Thom’s new auto mechanic.  They chit chat as he, Thom… a mechanic himself… manager and part owner of the automotive repair shop prepares the necessary paper work and begins the daily routine of a  typical workaday at the shop:

he just dumped a fresh cache of logs, old newspaper’s  and kindling next to the Franklin stove — the auto repair shop’s only source of heating — measured out a fresh pot of coffee, set it on the stove,   started it to boil,  and  flipped on the shop radio,

🙂 “YOU ARE THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE”………………………………………………………………………………..

Jack White & The Electric Mayhem (cover)  [Writer(s):  Stevie Wonder]  [Producer(s):  Jack White]  [Single:  “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” (Third Man Records  2016)]

CUT TO:

YOUNG MECHANIC NEW HIRE, “VINCE”  (aka:  VICENTE “VINCENTE” RICARDO HERNANDEZ)”… you’re the owner, right?”  He pulled on his mechanic’s coveralls… his first day. First day on the job.

MECHANIC MANAGER/OWNER, “THOM” (aka:   THOMAS ANDREW BELL)

“No… I manage the place.  My Stepdad  owns  it.  Or, at least owns the cars.  I just kind of inherited everything.  

From my Mom…”

The older mechanic wearing just jeans, with a huge wad of keys jangling off a belt loop, and a worn out Vermont t-shirt, “LIFE’S A BIRCH” — that would be his mechanic’s uniform.  Always.   Just jeans and a t-shirt.  And his heavy boots.

All year round.

(to be continued…)

It had been a hobby… cars… of both his parents growing up.  Then a profession.

She and his father, when they both retired from body building,  became a automotive body shop franchise and his father, a professional detailer.  And highly sought after for his skill and expertise.

He liked fast cars.  And, so did she.

Growing up, he didn’t care for either.  He liked inventing things.  Reading Popular Mechanics… that was it.  (Even when the family was on the road, which seemed like always when he was a kid, he would just take a pile of magazines and gizmos with him to occupy his time.

(to be continued…)

The soon to be fellow co-worker and now newly hired mechanic quickly changed subject.  (He  sensed the loneliness.)  And quickly  went back on the original topic.  Back on  the original question.   He  sensed   a greater pain and sadness in his normally jovial new acquaintance.   His new boss.

And he felt bad for him.

He was not sure of how recent his Mother’s  passing…  or even both his parents… but he figured fairly recently.  At least within the past  year.  And, he didn’t ask.  But he could tell at least one of his parents had passed just  recently.

Thus, possibly,  his own hiring.

VINCE “(Damn, it’s freak’in  cold out here!) It is  cold as… “sh*t!”

The new hire rubbed his hands together, making a great show of it, then pointed out the window,  “All those cars?”  

The younger mechanic, VINCENTE,  now standing by the Franklin stove, sets his coffee cup up and vigorously continued rubbing his hands.  It was January.   In Vermont.  (And it was “freak’in” cold.)     Very cold.   He was glancing up and out the one patched up picture window, the insulating plastic purposely torn down from a flap the manager just simply pinned up every morning.

The ceramic bells, hanging in the window,  clanging.   (An odd but hearty “tinkling” sound — kind of magical.  But, he wouldn’t say.)  The one  window (seeming equally decorated with an odd array  of colorful, hanging trinkets… along with the bells) out to an abandoned and overgrown seeming backyard.  Or, extra lot.

VINCENTE  broadly gestured  to many cars scattered — all in varying degrees of repair.   All old.   Some very old.   Most  vintage.

And to  Vincente Hernandez — all beautiful.   (A dream.)

Some were set up on blocks.

The manager walked up with two mismatched and remarkably ugly mugs, grabbed the spaniel shaped pot holder mitt and then, carefully, the steaming  blue specked coffee pot off the stove and  poured two cups, handed one to his new employee, taking one himself,

THOM  “There’s more over in Buffalo.  At my Stepdad’s.  He probably has as many as you do over at your  Grandma’s.  In Havanna.  He’s  into that kind of thing.  These old cars.   He knows their value.   Like you.  I don’t.”

He took a gulp, grimaced.  Then walked over to the tiny fridge and held up a small carton of milk.  The young man declined.  He liked it black.  The owner shrugged and filled his cup to the brim, almost overflowing, and dumped in some sugar (held up the other box —  again the young mechanic declined)…and continued,

THOM  “He taught me everything I know about cars.   And my Mom.  About being a mechanic.  When my Dad passed,  he was one of my Mom’s auto mechanic teachers at school.   At the community college.  She took a bunch of classes, and they became friends.   

After a few years, my Stepdad kind of “stepped in” and became another Dad, to me.  It was cool.    He  taught me  and my Mom  about cars.  Old cars.  

He’s an artist that way.   You know?   Maybe kind of like you.”

He held up his cup, as in a formal and honorable “toast” to his unusually  talented  car mechanic (albeit slightly eccentric) and newly hired, and only, employee .  It would now be easier.

He had help.  Easier in his life.  Just easier.

THOM   “Kind of reclusive…  now,  my Stepdad…  since my Mom  passed on.   Stays over in Buffalo now.  That’s where he’s from. Kind of a hippie.  He’s always been like that, though.  Keeps to himself.   Just likes his cars — and,  his music…”

CUT TO:

INT.   BUFFALO, NEW YORK.  LARGE, EXPANSIVE  AUTO REPAIR  GARAGE/WAREHOUSE.   MORNING.

(to be continued…)

POV  BIRDS EYE VIEW.

A tall youthful yet aging,  middle-aged looking man — hippie like  — his longish,  greased back black salt and pepper hair crushed under an oversize pair of  goggles.  Wearing what appears to be crumpled,  clearly old and oiled,  blue coveralls.   He  moves slowly.  Deliberately.   (Zen like.)

From car  to  car.

Like an old  town family  doctor tending tenderly to each and beloved patient.  Each beloved car.   Each vintage automobile.  Taking his time.  No rush.  Carefully.  Methodologically.

 “RACING IN THE STREET”   (A cappella version)

*………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Bruce Springsteen;  [Writer:   Bruce Springsteen] [Producer(s):  Bruce Springsteen,  Jon Landau] [Album: “Darkness on he Edge of Town”  (Columbia  1978)]

THOM/MANAGER   (V.O.)  (CONT’D script)

“He left the shop to me to manage –his client’s — and, his cars.  It’s been me alone, until you came along…”

(to be continued…)

*A cappella;  ITALIAN, “in the manner of the chapel”

Synopsis (script) :     

  • The Interview                                                                                                                                          

(AUTOMOTIVE) BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC  “So how many cars  you have?”

YOUNG MECHANIC  “A few…”

BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC  “Like what?  Two…  three? “

YOUNG MECHANIC  “More than that…”

The YOUNG MECHANIC continues working…  ignores him,

BODY SHOP MANAGER/MECHANIC

In disbelief, skeptical… chides him,

“Like…  a dozen?!  Like THIS?”

…glances over to the burgundy red Impala parked next to YOUNG MECHANIC’S scooter.

YOUNG MECHANIC  “At least.  A few dozen…   better.”

He’s become annoyed at this distraction.  Being distracted from his work.  His passion

His laser focus. The YOUNG MECHANIC crawls back underneath the proprietor’s best clients’ (mint condition)  lichen green vintage   ___________,

“Way more…  if you count the ones at my Grandma’s.”                                                                                                                                                              

He kicks the oil pan aside.  Checks the oil dipstick, again.  Crawls back into the car and starts the ignition.  It purrs.

BODY SHOP OWNER/MECHANIC

Now, in shocked disbelief,

“Where’s your Grandma?”

 

YOUNG MECHANIC  “Havana…”

(to be continued…)

 

REWRITE^; IN PROCESS: SCRIPT excerpt

The Interview

INT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP.  MORNING.                           _____________________________________________                                                                                   (Thom, Vincente)

WE PAN ACROSS  THE AUTOMOTIVE BODY SHOP TO SEE BELL AT HIS DESK AND HIS, HOPEFULLY SOON TO BE NEW EMPLOYEE, NEW MECHANIC, GETTING SETTLED IN FOR THE INITIAL INTERVIEW.  VINCENTE IS SITTING DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM HIM IN A FOLDING CHAIR.  HE HANDS THE OWNER A MANUALLY TYPED RESUME AND A LIST OF REFERENCES.  ALL HAND TYPED.

BELL (V.O.)

Wow!  You typed this?  Yourself?

HERNANDEZ (V.O.)

Yeah.  I like old typewriters.

THE OLDER SHOP MECHANIC AND PROPRIETOR IS IMPRESSED.  HE FLIPS THROUGH THE FEW PAGES.   THEN PUTS DOWN THE RESUME.  LEANS BACK.

BELL (CONT’D)  (V.O.)

So, how long you’ve been working on cars?

HERNANDEZ (CONT’D)  (V.O.)

Since I was three…

 

(to be continued…)

  • The Inventor

(suggested… tune and/or  “tone”:)

EXT. “B”‘S”  BODY SHOP, AUTO REPAIR  (AND SUPPLY).  EARLY MORNING.                            

It has been almost a year since Thom had hired his new mechanic.  And, after a few bumps in the road (as  expected) it had worked out better than he had thought.  The teamwork.  By now he considered the young mechanic a colleague… almost a partner.

The only thing… finances.  He was handling two rents — employee payroll  — and, child support.  And keeping up with his mortgage payments.  And, it was coming on to the holidays.

Finances  were tight.

THOM . Comes out from behind his desk with a fist full of work orders, an arm load automotive parts and miscellaneous orders…  and, bills.  (Lots of bills.)

“O.K. … here’s the thing.  Rent’s are due on Monday and my mortgage payment. And, I don’t have it.”

He puts on his glasses, takes a deep gulp of his coffee,

But, I will…”

he continued hopefully.

VINCENTE, his now seasoned and remarkably talented versatile mechanic and employee is already thinking how he can take a cut in his paycheck.  To help out.  But, he can’t… he’s got responsibilities of his own.

THOM  “I will… if, somehow, we can get all of these cars…”

He checks his records, continues,

“All TWENTY… all twenty cars done by,”  he walks over to the window, pulls back the plastic insulation, looks out back,

“… done.   Done by Monday!”  He looks at his colleague.   Helpless.

 

(to be continued; dialogue revised)

VINCE  “Let’s do it!” 

The younger auto mechanic downs the rest of his morning cup of java, surveys the three cars already parked inside the shop, then  cracks his knuckles…

He begins.

Every move, like the clean efficient moves of a professional boxer —  measured.   One by one, each car… he knocks them out.  To excellent… not good… but, excellent condition.

And, by very (very) late evening,  he   (they,  THOM and VINCENTE) have all twenty cars… done.  Repaired.  Leaving the young,  yet older, manager barely, just barely… crawling to his desk to write out the last invoice.   The last order.

The younger man  looking, as usual,  fresh.  Like he had just started…

 🙂  “DECEMBER”…………………………………………………………………….

Collective Soul;  [Writer(s):   Ed Roland ]  [Producer(s):  Ed Roland,  Matt Serletic]  [Album:  “Collective Soul”  (Atlantic  1995)]

  • Dale’s Diner

 

INT.  BELL’S BODY SHOP.  EARLY MORNING

Exhausted — and hungry —  THOMAS BELL, body shop owner and mechanic, decides to treat, now what he considers solidly, his new business partner … and friend, to breakfast.

At his favorite breakfast place.  Dale’s Diner.

Unfortunately this was AMANDA’S, his spouses’, favorite breakfast spot, as well.  The owner DALE  a fast and long time friend to his,  now separated,  wife.

Years ago, when he and AMANDA, newlyweds with an enfant daughter,  had arrived, to this small New England township just a half hour North from what is now, Bell’s Body and Supply,  with only a fully packed car and U-Haul trailer, a little girl… and a dog.

And now… since their official separation, going on fourteen months (“nine hours, six minutes…”) —  he simply had not gone back to his favourite diner.   By himself.  As a single guy.   Ever.

It would be too painful.  And, weird.   Way weird.  Without his wife.  And worse, without his little girl.  Without his family.

But, he sorely missed Dale’s Diner for two reasons:

one…  he missed DALE, herself.

Even though she was, clearly and adamantly,  AMANDA’S “friend” (she would always make a point of that.  Would always (always) side with her) — solidified, by that one cold, snowy Tuesday morning.

That one event.  An early snow, not long after they had first arrived in town.

She had baked several dozen of holiday scones (her grandmother’s recipe) and hand delivered (with a bow) as a gift to introduce herself to nearby neighbors and get acquainted.  And she had stopped by the small breakfast place to ask the Diner owner, and cook,  “DALE”,  if she wouldn’t  mind  if AMANDA could start a morning  Knitting Circle.   At the diner.  Once a week.

“Just one morning, each week (she would buy the coffee)  to get to know some of the local’s…”

When they met — it was love at first sight.  They got along from the get-go.  Both had been raised as pastor’s daughters.  And BOTH were, as adults,  “famously” and unequivocally “NOT religious”.  (“Spiritually sound…  not religious.”  Their mantra.)

She, DALE,  had obliged.  And, every Tuesday morning soon become “Girl’s Night Out” (with a couple of token males…) early  in the morning.  Early am.    “Dale’s Diner Knitting Circle”  they called it.  Every Tuesday morning.   To all the neighboring towns, including their own township, flyers were made and distributed everywhere — and to anyone who would care to join them.

To knit.   Drink coffee (or tea).  And, of course, to gossip…

flashback

(to be continued…)

🙂 “WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS”……………………………………………………………………………..

Miranda Lambert;  [Writer:  Miranda Lambert]  [Producer(s):  Frank Liddell,  Eric Masse,  Glenn Worf] [Album:  “The Weight of These Wings”  (RCA Nashville  2016)]

And, two…   he missed her cooking.   He, especially,  missed the famous Dale’s Diner homemade,  made fresh every morning, State Fair Award Winning … biscuits.

(to be continued…)

EXT.  DALE’S DINER.  MORNING.

CUT TO:

INT. DALE’S DINER.  DINING BOOTHS.  MORNING.

DALE KIRKPATRICK  “Hi, Thommy!  Long time no see!”

 

THOMAS BELL and VINCENTE, his new mechanic, had just settled into a booth  when not ten minutes had gone by  before DALE, the owner,  after sweetly pouring coffee, serving creamers and being introduced to his new employee…  leveled a “Pro Amanda” diatribe.  Leaving poor THOM BELL… glued, leveled and sorely humiliated…  and now cornered  in his seat.

VINCENT HERNANDEZ,  stock-still,  now hiding behind his menu as if fixated on its’ fare.

Then in a sudden mercurial change of tone (… she was done…) she took their order,

 

DALE   “So what are you having this morning, THOM?  The usual?”

He nodded incoherent.

 

The affable owner and diner chef… and family friend…  then recited, while scribbling in her order book,

DALE  “Two eggs over-easy, side of browns, bacon and…”

questioning, she looked down on the now suffering customer and, by now, quite possibly a former “friend”,

DALE  “Double on the biscuits?”  She recited professionally.

He nodded, “Yes…”

DALE “Double on the biscuits!” then,

DALE  “How about you, VINCE?  What would you like?”

The younger mechanic’s mouth was like a flounder mouthing invisible words.  He quickly scanned the menu (like he had the past quarter hour at least a hundred times) and now in panic… and upside down…

DALE (Righting the menu for him, then delivering it back into his hands),

“How about the same?”

He nodded.  (He was grateful.)

DALE    “How would you like your eggs, VINCE?”

He said scrambled, she penned it in,

DALE    “Wet or dry?”

He looked confused.  She smiled, then recited out loud,

DALE   “Two eggs scrambled, side of hash browns, bacon…”

She looked back down, and quickly,

“Double on the biscuits?”

He nodded.  She grabbed both menu’s. Snapped up a fresh cruet of homemade jams and butter, from the next table, and dropped it on the mens’ table,

DALE  “I need to get you boys some more coffee!”

… then disappeared,

 

“ORDER UP!”

(to be continued…)

 

CUT TO:

(to be continued…)

VINCENTE

“It’s just me an my girlfriend.  She goes to NYU…  (she’s my best friend)”

🙂 “HAVANA [feat. Young Thug]………………………………………………

Camila Cabello; [Writer(s):  Camilla Cabello, Jeffery Williams, Adam Feeney, Brittany Hazzard, Ali Tamposi, Brian Lee, Andrew Watt, Pharrell Williams, Louis Bell and Kaan Gunesberk] [Producer:  Frank Dukes][Album: “Camila”  (Epic, Syco  2017)]

  • The Deal

 

  • The Place

(to be continued…)

🙂“OYE COMO VA”……………………………………………………………….

Celia Cruz, cover   [Writer/Composer/Lyricist:  Tito Puente (1963)]  [Album:  “Siempre Vivire” ( 2000)]

SCENE(S):

(suggested… tune;  and/or  “tone”🙂

“FRIENDS”…………………………………………………………………….

Francis and the Lights  [feat. Justin Vernon (aka:  Bon Iver)],        Kanye West [Writer(s):  Francis and the Lights; Francis Starlite … ]  [Producer(s):  BJ  Burton,   Francis Starlite, Justin Vernon, Rostam Batmanglij, Aaron Lammer, Ariel Rechtshaid, Benny Blanco and Cashmere Cat]   [Album: “Farewell, Starlite!”   (KTTF Music  2016)]

(The Story)

 

(to be continued…)

Casting

THOMAS ANDREW BELL; aka:  “THOM” (character name pending)…………………………………………………………….

JACK BLACK  (aka:  THOMAS JACOB BLACK)  (CHRIS O’DOWD)

AMANDA  BELL; aka:  “MANDY”                ………………………………………………………………………………….

(Casting; pending)

MANDY MOORE (aka:   AMANDA LEIGH MOORE)  (JENNA FISCHER; aka: REGINA MARIE “JENNA” FISCHER)

 

CELESTE  BELL; aka:  “CELE” (pronounced:  “SEElee”)……………………………………………………………………………

“?”

VICENTE “VINCENTE” RICARDO  HERNANDEZ; aka:  “VINCE”  ………………………………………………………………….

RICKY VELEZ

 

KATHERINE DALE KIRKPATRICK; aka:                                                                                      “DALE”, diner owner /cook; “DALE’S DINER”……………………………………………………………………………..

(Casting; pending)

FRANCES MCDORMAND  (WANDA SYKES)

 

ROSA HERNANDEZ,  VINCENTE HERNANDEZ’ Grandmother …………………………………………………………………

CHITA RIVERA

 

Casting  (flashback [narrative])

STELLA  “STELL” BELL, mother………………………………………

LAURA DERN

 

ANDREW “ANDY” BELL, father……………………………………….

 

Casting/ CAMEO

THOM BELL’S STEPDAD;  JACOB “JAKE” SCHOLL …………………………………………………………………

NEIL YOUNG

 

DALE’S DINER “KNITTING  CIRCLE”,  TREASURER; ARTIST……………………………………..

(Casting; pending)

MEG WHITE (aka:  MEGAN MARTHA WHITE)

 

VINCENTES’ GIRLFRIENDS’ NYU COLLEGE MATE, FRIEND; TALIA ……………………………………………………………

(Casting; pending)

LAURIE HERNANDEZ (aka:  LAUREN ZOE HERNANDEZ;                                            nickname: “HUMAN EMOJI”)

 

Director:  (suggested…)

JEFF NICHOLS  (    ?                                 )

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BROWN  MONTH  (addendum1)

BROWN MONTH  (January)

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

 

Hue:  chocolate]

(to be continued…)

BROWN MONTH  (addendum2)

(friendship)

[Principle:  masculine

 

Hue:  root beer]

(to be continued…)

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