under milk wood

"Mrs. Rose Cottage's eldest, Mae, peels off her pink-and-white skin in a furnace in a tower in a cave in a waterfall in a wood and waits there raw as an onion for Mister Right to leap up the burning tall hollow splashes of leaves like a brilliantined trout" — an excerpt from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.

We get a lot of emails from people who want us to write about things, to talk about their work, their products, their projects. For the most part, we don't (who on earth had the great idea to approach us to write a feature about Ugg Boots?). But, when it's something beautiful and wonderful and exciting and magical, well, then, with pleasure. I was delighted to see the short film that collective Spilt Milk have made to promote their run of Dylan Thomas' famous play, Under Milk Wood.

Under Milk Wood runs from August 11-15 at 10pm, at Symposium Hall, The Space as part of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. More information and tickets are available here. I wish I could go, the costuming alone is a delight!

Perhaps you've seen The Edge of Love, the recent-ish biopic of Thomas, documenting his love life. Admittedly, my favourite part of this slightly lacklustre film was the costuming and the moodiness of the Welsh countryside. But Thomas' work and prose and astounding way with words rings true throughout, his poems dark paens to love, sadness, confusion, war.