Nothing can tame a wild bird. Catherine Called Birdy flaps chaotically into select theatres on September 23rd and lands ungracefully on Prime Video on October 7th 🕊
MIC DROP.
8 Ep BECOMING ELIZABETH ready to binge. I want to thank you all from the bottom of my ❤️. It was the most beautiful journey I could have ever asked for. And what stays is a show we’re so bloody proud of, friendships for life and memories, connections and feelings you’ll try to recreate on every other set. I love you very much ❤️🔥
(@tom_cullen is operating camera on this one. Sorry @adolphoveloso & @lukgutt)
Excited to see Lena Dunham’s film ‘Catherine Called Birdy’, based on Karen Cushman’s novel premiere at @tiff_net this year.
Having a terrTIFFic time. Thank you @tiff_net for having us and premiering Catherine Called Birdy and for putting up this cool sign in the hotel. Thanks also to everyone who came to watch, it was so special to see the film with a live audience and what a great audience they were too.
Having a terrTIFFic time. Thank you @tiff_net for having us and premiering Catherine Called Birdy and for putting up this cool sign in the hotel. Thanks also to everyone who came to watch, it was so special to see the film with a live audience and what a great audience they were too.
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
B.Hind the scenes of B.Liz✌🏻
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured… but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus
J.Grey🪶@becomingelizabeth episode two.
GRAPES 🍇 this was a chaotic mess. But so fun. Becoming Elizabeth is out now, go and watch us all have the best best time. Thanks for joining and making us howl.
