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Hot Off the Press: The Nita & Zita Project is Coming to Brookline!

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I was thrilled to wake up on Monday morning to find an article about The Nita & Zita Project on the front page of the Brookline HUB! If you are in the New England area, come to the historic Coolidge Corner Theatre (Built as a church in 1906, reconfigured as an Art Deco Movie Palace in 1933) on April 16 at 6:30pm for a Salon and Screening of our scrappy handmade tale of wonder about the Gellert Sisters–aka Nita & Zita.

Link:

Local filmmaker unearths story of Jewish burlesque dancers Nita and Zita

The sisters lived big. They bought a house in New Orleans and decorated every inch with brilliantly painted flowers. They wore flashy costumes and took glamorous photos of themselves, even in their reclusive older years. They didn’t let anything stop them from being themselves. Nita and Zita’s story feels remarkably relevant to the current moment. A century ago, when women barely got the right to vote in the United States, these sisters traveled the world, lived unconventionally, followed their artistic passions, and upended societal expectations. Darling says, “My dream would be that people will leave the movie and want to create their own lives, to blaze their own trail, and to do what makes their hearts sing.”
Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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