Imagined by some French artists at the end of last century.
By Joanna Syiek (Director/Producer/Blogger)
Just about a century ago, a group of French artists were asked to ponder what the future might look like 100 years from now. The result were these cards produced for the 1900 Paris Exposition. Let's take a walk through what the "future" looks like, shall we?
In the year 2000, the police are terrifying, Kafkaesque moth nightmares known for pulling over anyone suspiciously driving their wooden aeroplane at midday. Everyone takes their own aeroplane everywhere, even though Jesse wanted to carpool. Jesse's environmentally minded but also the most annoying of the group. Well look who's laughing now, Ralph.
In the year 2000, theatre orchestras will be reduced to a midi keyboard with some synth tracks to mimic the sounds of the other instruments. Everyone will complain that "things are always nicer with a full orchestra" so the producer will arrange for all of the seats to be filled with instruments. "TONIGHT'S MELODIES: Presented by Robotics!" the playbill proudly exclaims. Also, in future, the only show that ever gets produced is Kiss Me Kate.
In the year 2000, women's bathrooms become actual torture chambers. Women try to flee to men's bathrooms, but the whole situation causes a kerfuffle. Women end up locked in their personal bathrooms and told to do makeup for a decade. Ancestors of suffragettes weep.
In the year 2000, the local postman likes to be kind of dick about holding the letters just out of Theodore's reach. Theo chuckles uncomfortably as Postman Luke psyches him out for the 3rd time. "Friggen aerial postman" he mutters as Luke flies off. Theo opens a letter from his fiance who lives on Mars. They're long distance but writing to each other keeps them close. Theo's dog Bandit dang near loses its mind over that crafty postman!
In the year 2000, dating apps are terrible. In order to reduce any first encounter awkwardness, all dates are now held underwater, preferably on the sea floor. The rich douchey guys, like Brad here, typically choose somewhere "exotic" like the Mariana Trench, but Lucy is just about over it. This is the third sea creature he's A) not warned her was right behind her and B) had to underwater-joust away over the course of the last 45 mins. Can somebody say check puh-lease?!
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JOANNA SYIEK is currently an American in Paris with a penchant for original theatre work, clean graphic design, and really good Indian food. She directs around the City of Angels and writes about nourishing creativity, Broadway favorites, and talent obsessions over on her blogging home. www.thoughtsontheatre.wordpress.com
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