unsichtbar

neil gaiman ist ein autor, dessen bücher gerne verfilmt werden (the golden compass, stardust). so auch geschehen mit coraline. nun bekam coraline eine oscar nminierung und neil gaiman ein ticket für die preisverleihung. und wie das so ist als absoluter nobody über den roten teppich zu gehen, beschreibt er in diesem wunderbaren erlebnisaufsatz im guardian:

We are scrunched together tightly as we go through metal detectors, and the beautiful watercolour dress is trodden on, and the lady wearing it is very gracious about this.

I ask Deette who’s inside the dress, and she tells me it’s Rachel McAdams. I want to say hello – Rachel’s said nice things about me in interviews – but she’s working right now. I’m not. No one wants to take my photo, or, Deette discovers, to interview me. I’m invisible.

im kodak theatre ist es dann auch nicht viel besser:

My fiancee is sending me messages on Twitter urging me to photograph the inside of the women’s toilet, something she did during the Golden Globes, but even in my sugar-addled state, that seems a potentially disastrous idea. Still, I think, I should head downstairs and, in the next commercial break, say hello to Henry Selick. I walk over to the stairs. A nice young man in a suit asks me for my ticket. I show it to him. He explains that, as a resident of the first mezzanine, I am not permitted to walk downstairs and potentially bother the A-list.

I am outraged.

I am not actually outraged, but I am a bit bored, and I have friends downstairs.

aber lest doch selbst, es ist wirklich sehr vergnüglich. (via anke gröner)