On being Megastar

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Hi, welcome, I’m Megastar and this is my story….it’s been emotional.*hangs head* Slowly raising my head with dramatic effect I meet your eyes, staring directly into the camera and into your hearts. My eyes glisten with tears, that hang like carefully constructed diamonds from my exaggerated fake lashes communicating emotively and manipulatively with you my audience. You are willing to give me your empathy and understanding as we strike a deal that needs no words. We agree I’ll take you on my entertaining  journey away from the mundane minutia of your daily life. You want to escape into my hyper reality because my visuals are glossy and the soundtrack is banging. This is #mylife. Let’s go…

In the beginning Megastar didn’t exist. She created herself as my alter ego during the two years it took to explore glamour in its contemporary guise while completing a film which saw me travel to Las Vegas in search of the glamour and extravagance that is used as a humourous reference point in my home town. Megastar insidiously took over my identity to such an extent that I have decided to present my ideas collected in video, photography and film as 3 online episodes of a fictional reality TV show called, #mylife.

Originally, I intended to work as a participant observer and interview people in Las Vegas, Nevada. But something stirred in my psyche as I experienced just how much people were willing to respond to the project and I was so inspired by their willingness to join in the fantasy that I reinvented myself as a full-on Trow Vegas celebrity with a new name, Megastar. I started to see the things I filmed as ‘events’ that could be manipulated and used in Megastar’s story.

I ended up taking my home town of Trowbridge on and adventure inspired by the glitzy constructed world of Las Vegas. I began to act like a fictional celebrity and interacted with people differently – not even explaining my ‘fame’ or what Trow Vegas was or how it came to be. I started to mirror diva behaviour and self-promoting strategies and brought out a fictional perfume and life story, merchandise, clothing range and started selling myself through products. Megastar is also a social media character posting 100s of narcissistic ‘selfies’. I embraced all things social media, twitter, instagram, fb, and built a kind of online language. In other words, I began branding and packaging myself and worked out how I could create and manipulate my ‘story’ by creating a persuasive image of my new glamorous self.

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When I put this new persona on display in public, I observed how people interacted with me in new and intriguing ways. I was mesmerized to discover how far people who didn’t know me were willing to go along with Megastar’s demands. All the people featuring in the film are new friends who were mostly younger and savvy to the language of social media and they all ended up playing parts in the events that I organised. When I reviewed all the filmed events over two years I started to be interested in ‘real life’ and how reality TV shows put a ‘spin’ on real life events or stage them to look more entertaining than they really are.

Megastar’s persona is based on a mix of personal messages from my family who through my observations I understood to have the ability to create glamour as positive, dramatic, charming and most importantly inclusive. I observed in particular the strong women in my family and I was always agog for my Gogs! Gogs was my grandmother, my muse and best friend. I learned from her and in turn assisted her to use the glamour she developed through her life as a tool to stay vital and in tune with life and young people. I loved her spirit and I had watched her closely for 8 years making a film Agog: The Grandmother Diaries about our close and unusual relationship. On the darker side Megastar’s persona is based on the messages of pop princesses, popular culture and a personal understanding of the vacuous and narcissistic side to contemporary culture that saturates our daily lives in the media.

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It was a strange experience for me being Megastar especially when the lines blurred. I experienced real emotional heart ache when my grandmother passed away during the making of this film. At one point I found myself crying about my grandmother at a ‘Megastar’ event dressed in a dramatic gown on the top of a glitzy stair case in my local town hall to an audience in Trow Vegas. It was too strange! Life had got complicated. I also experienced other emotions like the dread and exhaustion that happens trying to maintain a glamourous persona in public. The endless photo shoots and costumes and merchandising ideas. I had no team or entourage just a couple of friends to help so it was all a huge amount of work constantly. It wasn’t an easy couple of years, depressed about my grandmother I found myself dreading Megastar’s next showy events, my online life not reflective of my ‘real’ life and me somewhere caught in the middle often laughing, often crying! The final film is presented as 3 episodes of online reality tv show #mylife however it seems to display a funny hybrid of ‘Meg’ and the creation ‘Megastar’. By episode 3 I have become Megastar and I chose to reflect as her in character on all the filmed footage in a in a celebrity interview where I am vain, narcissistic and down right plain bitchy!

It was my inquisitive nature and desire to understand things through experiencing them that kept me going. I decided to complete the fictional experience with a take on a pop song by Katy Perry called, ‘Part of me’ because it resonates with me for its redemptive self-empowering message. So, as Megastar, I set about creating a narrative for my music video in my home town of Trow Vegas. In this film, I am mirroring the trend to do this online in homage to your favourite star. As Megastar I present this myself as not a fan but as a diva using self-expression as part of my fame and my ‘story’. This music video will be launched on YouTube during the #mylife exhibition. For me the music video is the final emancipation of Megastar!

 

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WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?

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I attempt to answer this question as I have received curiosity, concern, criticism and pure confusion from bystanders of my art over the last couple of years in the making of my film Viva Trow Vegas, just a small town girl which is about to show at the Jerwood Visual Arts Project Space May 13 – August 31.

It’s a hard one to put into words because this film kept changing and developing all the time. It all started from my amusement at my home town always being called Trow Vegas by generations of locals. I have always been interested in belonging and community and I liked the irony of a dull place with a bad reputation wanting to be a twin town with somewhere as glitzy as Las Vegas. I’d been completing work about glamour and started to look at local girls and the way they dressed and styled themselves.

At first I was just going to do a funny comparison type film – I was going to interview people in the real Las Vegas and those in Trowbridge/Trow Vegas so I went to Las Vegas, Nevada! … and I did a shoot at the Neon Boneyard in which I played a disenchanted show girl. But the idea kept changing and I started to morph into a more glitzy version of myself and this kept developing something in me as I experienced how people responded and joined in so I reinvented myself as a Trow Vegas celebrity with a new name, ‘Megastar’

I was intrigued to discover how far people who didn’t know me were willing to go along with it all and I met Vicky on twitter, a 21 year old, who loved the glamour of pop princess Katy Perry and so we developed that together and we looked into a red carpet event in Trow Vegas for a film I had made (Agog: the grandmother diaries) and later entered the carnival together and we met some gym boys who agreed to act as my celebrity bodyguards. I embraced all things social media, twitter, instagram, Facebook, I built a kind of online language. The line separating Meg from Megastar got more and more blurred.

I realised that people really do buy into your confidence – it really is true, I just asked can I do ‘this or that’ I want to enter Trow Vegas carnival as the queen or I’d like to be a VIP at the Christmas lights turn on and people kept saying yes to me. I have genuine love for celebrations that go into overdrive in my art so it was interesting to see people allowing me all sorts during the two years. As time went by, I started to mirror celebrity behaviour and strategies, self promotion, and brought out a fictional perfume and life story, merchandise, clothing range and began selling myself through products – interested in branding and packaging yourself and how you can create and manipulate your ‘story’ through a strong image of your glamorous self and I then had these out on display in public and observed how people interacted with them – like on my Christmas merchandise stall.

This film is about the glamour of my era. A time when nothing needs to be private and anyone can be a diva, pop-princess or a celebrity through social media. A time of globalisation and mass media when #mylife in a small provincial town can be turned into the glamour of Las Vegas! #Amaze

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You called?

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My office is mental. A colleague is cradling a humungous Persian cat that roamed into the garden, she tends to get a little attached to things so I found myself saying “Enjoy your cuddles then put it back” in a most Mumsy voice. And I been informed not one but TWO different houses door bells ACROSS THE ROAD activate the ringer in OUR office! To top it all one activates a weird song that no one even knows our door bell was capable of. I feel like I’m stuck in a darker version of The Vicar of Dibley in a strange community I’d quite like to swap Parish now ;-) However the madness has informed my recent exhibition #mylife which you can read about here

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Like two peas in a #poddy

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Never before in the history of a girl about to give birth has it been surrounded by international drama attempting to fly frozen peas into the country. I’m sitting in the office listening to mum instructing her PA to buy iced gel packs and hampers to be flown in on a small plane. The goods are to include controversially imported frozen peas alongside gourmet dishes so that Mum can nourish my sister Sally post birth cos the food in the tiny island of Alderney where my sister lives is so limited and expensive. Mum looks at me wide eyes “They do not have ONE caterer there!”. Sally’s only response is “I’m like Kim fucking Kardashian” she’s more concerned about her ballooning size paralleling that of reality star Kim and can’t wait to get the fake tan on and bleach her hair hahahahahaha. Those two really are two peas in a #poddy!

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Becoming the Mad Bad Aunt?

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I spent a very fun evening with my nieces and nephews, aged 2, 3 and 9. We started in the pub with the obligatory spillage of drinks all over the table rescuing their colouring pencils, and toys from the liquid rapids amongst islands of soggy chips and nachos.  However I enjoyed taking an extensive survey with Oli aged 9 on my favourite things which he wrote up in a table which I thought was highly organised and to my documentation tastes.

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When we got into the car to go home I turned around to face the little ones in the back and Odharnait aged 2, initiated the language of “goo gii gaa gaa” I spontaneously responded in the same language – you could see the almost electric shock then delight in her eyes, an adult was responding in her made up language, she thought it was HYSTERICAL.  Hey I don’t make up the rules of what’s funny but the more I animated and passionately expressed my point to her in “goo gii gaaa? Goo giii ga ga ga!” using my intonation to dramatic effect, she would burst into fits of hysterical laughter. “Wow!” I said to my brother David. “This is like the EASIEST laugh ever – you gotta work much harder to make adults crack a smile!” Carried away by this we all then started shouting songs and quite frankly got silly on the car journey. Whoops I thought I have gone too far, I am simply making them hyperactive! I’m the mad aunt lol. We carried on playing when we got home, Daithi cave man style hunted out a stray easter egg and smashed it on the ground and we the tribe of Mosley’s shared the hunt in the form of shards of chocolate.

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It was only when Daith aged 3 asked me to do the third colouring in with him, to which I had found the concept tenuous, Daithi would draw a wobbly circle which was a “race track” we then coloured in everything on the outside as well as everything on the inside. When he asked me to do a third I found myself looking into his 3 yr old eyes and saying “Ok ONE more but that’s it because its really BORING”

Ha!!! Wow I’m the bad aunt!

So I reckon I am the mad, bad aunt hehe!

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I’m The Best

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Day dreaming I whistle the tune of Niki Minaj ‘Im The Best’
Imagine this but whistled…..
“I’m the best bitch doing it doing it (2x)
I’m the good good good good
I’m the best eh”

Mum is running a bath and calls out: “Is that you tuneless whistling?”
Me: “Its not tuneless its Niki Minaj”
Mum “Do you pride yourself on your whistling?”
Me: “Yes”

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Debutante Divorce

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I got given a book ‘The Debutante Divorce’ from my Mum for Valentines #weird but it got me thinking! We live in an age where ‘vintage’ weddings & editorial style couple engagement shoots and b/w reportage style kids pics are the new mainstream a move away from stifled life portraits. Do u think in there is a small commercial canoe I could paddle upstream & cash in on some kinda camp ‘debutante divorce’ photo shoots #jokes or am I joking? (serious face) I ain’t hating on our self involved swag I am a devilish documentation addict a slave to social media – I’m just sayin’ I wanna make some dollar and in this age of us all being celebrities on social media, where our engagements are first tweeted and fb status updated before spoken about in person – should I be fighting this or should I get my ass down to Dragons Den and say listen up you dollar dogs – surely there’s room for glamourising the darker side of our lives and I could be your gal for not quite dragging peeps out the gutter – merely glittering up your gutter lol. Maybs divorce is the only commercially viable & entrpreneurky (entrepreneurial + quirky) thing left for me to cash in on as an artist & lover of rites of passage. That or Camp Coffins! I’ll have a ponder and get back to ya!

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All or nothing at all…

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I have popped over to my brothers house. My little 3yr old nephew asks me where I live. Awks as I have moved back in with Mum and I hope Dad doesn’t hear as he’s such a tease. I whisper to my nephew “I live at Grandma Jenny’s house” Daithi finds this funny and then looks around confused at the other adults who obvs all live in their own houses “No where is your house, not Grandma Jenny’s house?”

Dad butts in….

“She doesn’t have a house! She doesn’t have a boyfriend and she only has half a job”

Wow did the 3 yr old really need all that info! But knowing my Dad and my family for that matter if you show weakness the teasing will continue. So I just look into little Daithi’s eyes and say “Its true its all true” Hey maybe kids need to know sometimes life doesn’t quite work out. Haha!

Dad drives me home, cos did i not mention I also don’t have a car and I can only half drive! Dad slots in his CASSETTE tape in his car. After some bizarre screeching noises from the cassette and Dad ejected and re shoving it in… some tinny sounding big band starts to play. Dad gets animated and starts announcing to a fictional audience that this is my kareoke song!? He announces in the car “This is Meg Mosley’s kareoke song” I wait to hear my fate…. and its this hehe! The 1930′s song ‘All or nothing at all’

Gotts love the drama of the man! Dad that is not Sinatra!

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Megs Mastermind

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So I’m at my Dads house & I leap out of my chair and do a celebratory dance in my pajamas shouting “DAVID DICKINSON” followed soon after by screaming “SUSHI” with a victorious fist pump of the air! What is the reason? The general knowledge round of Mastermind my Dad’s favourite show… we are competing – granted they were the only two answers I got right in the entire show watched my me Dad and his Wife. Hmmm I’m not quite Meg the Mastermind, mind you I have a Masters but alas it hasn’t helped me progress if my general knowledge is that of tv prime time tanning addicts and sticky fish squashed into balls of rice. Oh well at least my MA in art taught me how to express myself…. who am I kidding screw that and wrap it in a ricey fish skin. I suck.

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A Megastar, A Mum and a whole lot of Misunderstanding

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I have been creating spontaneously through events over two years almost an entertainment type ‘story’ of me as Megastar in my home town of Trowbridge which the locals call Trow Vegas. I’m fascinated by storytelling and I’m interested in the manipulation of stories especially through celebrity gossip and its ‘true life’ biographies. I’m also interested how we all now create our own online stories and gossip via all the apps available to us in Instagram, Vine, Twitter, Facebook… we star in our own show.

Amused by the family characters in my own ‘life story’ and desiring to explore my home town and test the communities willingness to join in with me I set about making ‘Viva Trow Vegas’ a film and events that has confused, amused and dominated my last two years. I’m now exhausted, people genuinely think I have lost it and I… well I just can’t say how its gonna turn out. It screens for the first time in May in The Jerwood Visual Arts Project Space this year. Here’s an evening chat which sums up the Megastar, the Mum and the Misunderstandings of my efforts!

Mum “Do you want my bath after me?”

Me “Ye” (I get into her bath and lay there as Mum puts on her towel)

Mum “My friends think you’re depressed because you keep posting a lot of pictures of yourself on facebook”

Me “Ooo that’s a bit embarrassing. They are SELFIES Mum, you know ‘hash tag’ SELFIES I’m channeling the trends for Megastar you know the vanity and how we all have become our own celebrities in social media.”

Mum “Ye but you forget they are older, they know that life is not all glamour – so when you present yourself like that all the time they think something is up.”

Me “Ye maybe the younger ones know more about selfies and twitter and what Im up to and stuff. The younger ones seem to love it. But you don’t even get it either do you – like when I do my Megastar stuff you just think its me?”

Mum “Yes, I just think why is Meg speaking in that funny way – speak normally” (Referring to me talking to camera)

Meg “But Mum I was dressed as Miss Santa introduced onto the stage as Megastar”

Mum “But I just saw that as what you do, Meg is dressing up as Miss Santa. Mum pauses for a while considering how she thinks this is normal… “Maybe we have all just dressed up too much”

Meg “Probably! Hmmm it is all a bit cringe people don’t know what I’m up to – people think I have lost it. But I have gone all out to create my Trow Vegas character and I need to keep posting about it to keep the bants going, keep me in the zone. Its all been a bit of a random time and life has been shit and I keep trotting around glam.

Mum “Well maybe it does work then. All this glamour. You have managed it with Megastar”

Meg “Hmmm maybe…its all a bit cringe and embarrassing people thinking you look a right vain nob”

Mum “Well Megastar wouldn’t think that would she.”

Meg “True Megastar would love it and see it as standard everyone should look at her.”

Mum “That’s right. Megastar wouldn’t be embarrassed at all”

We are both happy with this conclusion and I get out of the bath!

To follow what I am up to with Megastar and Trow Vegas like my fb page to stay in touch. My film will be screening this May at the Jerwood Visual Arts Project Space. See you there!

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