February 28, 2012
We came. We saw. We understudied.
by Laura Darrall
| 1 comment
|
Read this entry
February 17, 2012
We started rehearsals with a meet and greet and then got stuck in to our first two weeks of workshop: improvisations, games, team-buliding exercises, etc.
by Sophie Ivatts
| No comments yet
|
Read this entry
February 16, 2012
In the run-up to Christmas I head down to the British Library. It takes them some convincing of my worthiness of a permanent reader's card, and in the end I have to bring out the secret weapon (RSC headed note paper).
by Sophie Ivatts
| No comments yet
|
Read this entry
February 14, 2012
'And what exactly is an assistant director?' is the usual response when I try to explain to people what it is I do 'for a living'.
by Sophie Ivatts
| 2 comments
|
Read this entry
February 11, 2012
Delhi at 3am we are met as arranged at the airport and discover that while we have been airborne Iqbal has got his visa approved at the last gasp, so will be joining us tomorrow as planned, a great relief on both fronts.
by Tom Piper
| 1 comment
|
Read this entry
February 6, 2012
I am off to India this week to research for Much Ado About Nothing. I have never been and am excited and nervous to be designing the show for the Courtyard Theatre in July. The plan, led by Iqbal Khan as director, is to create a production that comes out of India now, perhaps with a Punjabi feel, not a romanticised India of the past.
by Tom Piper
| 1 comment
|
Read this entry
February 6, 2012
It is official. We have rehearsed. We have previewed. We have flagellated. Heresy of Love is in the building! In deepest, darkest Mexico the story of Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz has strutted onto the Swan stage; set against a backdrop of luxury and a heartrending oil painting of Jesus, the space is bathed in dolour and sumptuousness.
by Laura Darrall
| 6 comments
|
Read this entry
February 2, 2012
A trip to Stratford before we go to India to show Iqbal and Kieran, the lighting designer, around The Courtyard. It is the first time they have seen the space, which to me is a much loved friend. Strange to find it sitting there waiting.
by Tom Piper
| No comments yet
|
Read this entry