Frankly, it never occurred to me to drink in the morning. There have been times when I wished I could feel some kind of release in alcohol, but I don’t. There was a period when I was dealing a lot with death, the slow dying of people I loved, and…
Category: Writing
Dr. Jaquith: You know, there’s nothing like these old Boston homes anywhere. Here on Marlborough Street or Beacon Hill, you see them standing in a row like bastions: firm, proud, resisting the new. Houses turned in upon themselves, hugging their pride. Charlotte Vale: [pointedly] Introverted, doctor? Dr. Jaquith: Well, I…
Just came home from an urban garden in Boston, where I was reading “The Master” — a book about Henry James (written by Colm Tóibín) — when I saw this marvelous essay of his in The Guardian on “a book that changed me.” . Mr. Tóibin, in reference to the…
When I was young, living in London, my parents took me to see Ingrid Bergman in Somerset Maugham’s The Constant Wife at the Albery Theatre. I remember very little of the play (a drawing room comedy first staged in 1926 with Ethel Barrymore in the lead) but what I do…
It was inevitable. I miss the light. The bold, constant, dazzling light. I understand now to the core of my being why Cecil B. and my ancestors made the move, and why there’s no place like it to make movies — anywhere you turn, all you have to do is…
Heidi Gutman is a New York based photographer who works in television and theater. She shoots on set and in her studio – and she photographs actors and people in all aspects of the arts. The photos shown here were done at Studio 336 – Heidi’s midtown photo studio. What…