Hunter Schafer was invited by Miranda July to create a beautiful piece of art inspired by her new film ‘Kajillionaire’. You can check out Hunter’s art in our gallery and you can also read more about it and the poem that inspired it below!
Cross-disciplinary artist Miranda July’s latest film, Kajillionaire, is an atypical family film in all senses of the word. The Focus Feature flick follows con artists Theresa (Debra Winger) and Robert (Richard Jenkins), along with their only daughter Old Dolio (Evan Rachel Wood), across a series of heists—scavenging, swindling, scamming and stealing at every turn. In a hastily conceived heist, they meet a stranger (Gina Rodriguez), who soon thereafter joins the family in this offbeat and heart-warming tale.
In honor of the film’s release and the thematic elements present in Kajillionaire, Miranda July has partnered with several LGBTQ+ creators to create visual pieces to complement the film. Flaunt has the privilege to debut pieces from Los Angeles Youth Poet Laureate Rhiannon McGavin, who created a poem inspired by the film, paired with an original visual art response by Hunter Schafer (Euphoria). The poem is titled ‘Top Note,’ and paints a picture of a world beyond categories like gender or sex, where everyone is free to love and be. See Kajillionaire in select cinemas now.
There’s a tree rooted to this yellow evening bus
for all that it smells of pear blossoms, the crushed
white flowers spread on the workday air
but now I see you by a window with your dark hair
twisted up, leaving the back of your neck
smooth above your collar and surely there, you spritzed
the perfume before going out, the sweet fog tendriled
back to me, swaying on the silver pole, my mouth a touch open
a touch open as it was when I walked with the other little girl
unsupervised to the old orchard for green pears like birthday money
and uncut jade, green pears so full you had to commit
to each bite, a promise, picked from the sun side of a tree
which caught the most sugar, fruit warm
as the July bursting around it and then another,
of course, how she would pick each pear with a twist, delicate
as how she dropped a white mouse in the aquarium of her garden snake
before we came here to these forgotten trees, grown past
their corset grid, the roots tangled and hidden as this day, pulp-drunk,
juice over our faces like a second skin and still the tang
of pears in your mouth like a gulp of wine stolen from the dinner table
and the blooms thick on the breeze around us and you’re
stepping off the bus now, and I’ll never know if your name bends
the sunlight, honey, we’ll never touch
but over your pulse you take with you this sweetness.