A shot of my favorite movie theatre in the world – the Music Box, on Southport Ave. in Chicago.
Well. I haven’t been to them all, of course, so I can’t say for sure, but the Music Box is one of my favorite places to see movies. Gorgeous building, great movies … it’s a treasure. For one year, I lived right behind the Music Box and I was in heaven. I was there all the time.
This particular shot was taken on a freezing sunny day and Michael and I had just had a long conversation about getting married (he had proposed to me), and our conversation had ended in a stalemate. A friendly stalemate but a stalemate, nonetheless.
When we met, one of the things that had connected us (intellectually, I mean) was discovering that we both loved the movies of Cassavetes. We had freaked, and spent many happy hours talking about Cassavetes and his movies.
Blah blah. Fast forward to our silent walk down cold sunny Southport.
He and I, filled with thoughts of wedded bliss or horror, depending on your perspective, approached the Music Box – and I glanced up at the marquee and couldn’t believe my eyes. I started laughing out loud, and then Michael saw the marquee and he started laughing (believe it or not, Cassavetes’ name had come up during the proposal conversation) … and I had to take a picture. Michael was standing beside me as I took the picture, saying worried vaguely grumpy things out loud like, “Holy crap. What the hell are we doing….”
