The Wrath of Maude
by L.M. Thorne Jorge glides the final rolling rack, heavy with leather, through the spanking new, cutting edge, film studio. Hollywood came to Toronto and Jorge was the chosen one. He worked hard to get this job. Jorge hemmed and he pinned; he washed and he ironed; he was the runner and the footstool; spent endless evenings on his knees. He darned lace and sourced impossible-to-finds; he learned how to wrap a hijab without a pin, how to cloak an un-dead nun so she was dripping in sin. Cherry-picked as head costume designer, now, rolling a rack. Whatever it takes. … Continue reading The Wrath of Maude