my date for new year's eve

this should surprise noone. there's no question about it; my dream date for the midnight kiss is saint joe strummer. here's a younger picture of him, smoking what does not look like a 'store brand' cigarette, if you know what i mean. what an angelic profile. that nose is divine. and so fierce and talented. so joe, sweet darling, where ever you are tonight, please know my kiss to you will be passionate, reverent, wet, deep, slow, intense, and infinitely romantic. on 'earth,' however, i am lucky enough not to be alone in the physical plane... my wonderful new cat joanna strumbelina is here with me, perched atop my burgundy easy chair. she never had it so good. but back to joe... i've dreamed about kissing him, literally dreamed about it, several times. part of my brain would like to believe that his spirit is drifting down to earth to sneak kisses from sleeping girls. its like part of me knows what it would feel like to kiss him, just from hours and hours of studying his mouth. this is one schoolgirl crush i never saw coming. like, i've known who 'the lead singer of the clash' was for at least two-thirds of my life, and i never thought i would be dreaming about him. but i can't help it. he drives me totally absolutely crazy... crazy-from-beyond-the-grave. sleep well, joe. i love you. and happy new year. (click to enlarge)

cocoa butter finger

i'm soooo busy pearldiving right now. i had a deelish supper of pork fried rice... my fortune said something about a romantic interlude tonight... hey, all i know is i have a date with this wild machine. we're supposed to get about six inches of snow up here tommorrow. i don't have too much to post for you tonight, except for the wild sunlit, coconut-scented, pineapple-oiled shoulder of this lovely tortoiseshell-hairclipped beach beauty. she's enjoying her world; via eating some melty florid butter-crunchy flavored chocolate. you dive right in, beach-girl... enjoy life... the gorgeous grit of clean sand and the sweet smell of sea spray in your young, utterly carefree north carolina-tanned mind. (hey, forgive my grammar; its a rush job.)

high sexy society

first of all, let me beg you all to not 'flag' me, they're only 'human boobs,' and therefore, not only scrumptious, but totally and absolutely harmless. that being said, i don't think jean-luc and i ever owned an issue of 'high society.' ours was like, a 99.9% 'penthouse-and-playboy' household. so i have no idea how 'highbrow' 'high society' actually was. but hey, judging by the classy and somewhat unclad cutie on the cover, i sure wouldn't say no if someone wanted to sling one my way-for-the-reading. this chick is both snazzy-and-hot! and you know the odds were overwhelming that she was 'non-plastic' in the boobs-area. i hope this enlarges a little so you can more closely appreciate her sass and hot 'dangerous curves.' hey, miss half-naked chick, where ever you are today, i thank you... for 'takin' it off for my eyes only.' (mmm, yeah i'm sure i'm the 'only' one who's seen this... like, she probably teaches sunday school somewhere now, hoping this old issue never makes it into the hands of one her little christian classmates.)

glam firebird

yes, i know the christmas season is like, officially over... but we're never too old for some cool toys, are we? here's a catalog entry for a toy jean-lucien and i actually had. we all know barbie had her corvette, but the glamour gals had a car, too... a slightly smaller, slightly more 'rednecky' pontiac firebird. i remember every inch of this cool little car. it was well-made, and seated two 'gals' comfortably in the front. like an actual firebird, i don't think there was much room in the back at all. but i remember the trunk really opened. and i think it came with a couple pieces of molded plastic luggage that i don't think opened; i mean i don't think you could actually put anything in them. but yeah, the car was actually pretty cool. i know we got plenty of 'fun' hours out of it. whether it was a christmas present or not, i can't tell you. could've been a birthday, i don't know. (click to enlarge)

workstation

i've got to start a new picture file tonight, so i don't have a lot of time. been answering a lot of e-mails, too. so real fast, i thought i'd post a shot of my workstation in the cabin. i mean, why the hell not? here you can see my computer on the glass desk by the window. i've got that american flag flying high to show my wild patriotism. i've got a stuffed tiger-animal on top, chilling with a little stormtrooper guy. down near the left speaker i've got my jar of lip stuff and my squooshy 'stress brain,' along with a little disco light. and on the screen, we've got the glam and devious 'rope lads,' from alfred hitchcock's 'rope.' and, as a final sign that 'almadora sits here,' we've got the alphonse mucha calendar on the wall. hey, i've had worse work stations, believe me...!

joe is tired

and i know how he feels. i mean, i only did a tiny fraction of what most people did over the holidays, and i feel pretty wiped out. like, i did zero driving, maybe wrapped two things, had one dinner, and still... i'm glad to have a normal week coming up. i'm sleepy, so this might be the only thing i post tonight. i'm leaving the planet in the capable hands of joe strummer. which is really only a flimsy excuse to post this real hot picture of joe on a tour bus or something. my cat's been great... she's starting to exhibit her own groovy personality. like she digs being spun around in my swiveling desk chair, and she thinks its cool to walk over my journal-while-i'm-writing to get my human attention. she's meowing more, so i guess that means she's getting comfortable with me. (mmm, somewhere joe strummer's ghost is like, '...hey, i thought this post was supposed to be about me...!') so, i'm gonna mess around in the videos for a while, then i'm gonna try to get some quality sleep for my mind. love you all.

rich little's 'a christmas carol' - nixon as jacob marley

'...i'm saying, that when a ghost does it... it is NOT illegal...!'

your present, jean-luc

hey, i'm sorry i couldn't find a bigger picture of it. but hey, look what i got you! its the barbie van for all your barbies and all their barbie fun! i know you know exactly what it feels like to unwrap one; because you've done it before, i saw you do it. this really was an extremely cool toy. i know there were a couple of hours, many christmases ago, when you and i sat on the hardwood floor of our bedroom, and applied all the decals and put this thing together, with no 'adult supervision' whatsoever. hey baby, i'm still here. and i still love you as much as i did that morning... indeed, even more. like, i love you the 'mattel'-most!

christmas in july

hey, the weather outside is frightful, but woah....! the sights on planetcool are delightful. here's a shot i found of a north carolina beach from the mid-70's. now, this is what girls should look like. no silicone, no 'booth' tans, no brazilian waxes, no thong suits, nothing but sweet healthy american girls with their natural selves, enjoying nature, with their long silky hair and hip-hugging slightly sagging suits. their smiles candid and real... as rob fetters once said, 'robust cornfed american beauties lick the salty rims of margaritas...' yeah, i know, i'm 90% straight, but still, i could look at this picture for hours. it totally blows my mind to know there are people out there who would honestly believe these chicks are so fat they like, shouldn't be allowed to leave the house. like, what kind of world do we live in? (click to enlarge)

your present, lucynell

i had to go to three different stores to get your favorite flavor... chocolate-chocolate chip! merry christmas, lucynell... i love you.

my newest book

here's a photograph i took of my latest book. i just christened it a couple of days ago. forgive the lopsided-ness. it didn't scan it, i just took a picture of it. not bad... but that accounts for the skewered slant. the model is, of course, the legendary and self-proclaimed 'punk rock warlord,' mr. joe strummer, from his 'clash' days. he's lovely. i was lucky enough to find i already had the name 'john' printed out, which was joe's real first name. the ribbon of color underneath him is made up of shots of military helicopters, a purple galaxy, soldiers in battle, helen mirren, and a tiny rock poster for 'jefferson airplane.' i chose that array of shots for several reasons; the most valid of which was the color of each one. content-and-or-context was secondary. i added some prismatic stickers, glued on the title, and there you are. it probably enlarges real big... my camera works better than i thought, considering i just propped the book up on my phone, which i keep on the floor, and just took one snap. soon it will be full, full of black inkstrokes and truly great, great literature.

pretty pink princess pumpkin bed

umm, i don't know where to begin. i have mixed feelings on this one. i was just googling around for bedroom interiors and ran across this. i went in for a closer look, and i sort of had two sets of eyes... my 8 year-old 'girlchild' eyes, who would have shamelessly absolutely loved to share a bed just like this with my twin. no question about it; i would have loved it. i can just imagine the giddy princess dreams and fantasies i would've kept in my head, every single sappy sugary night. then, there was my cynical 36 year old set of worldly eyes... the eyes whose first thought was; '...wow, just how rich are these people...??' so i did a little more digging. this pumpkin bed is made by a company called 'poshtots,' and it sells for... (are you ready? are you ready for this...?) ahem... it sells for $47,000 dollars. yes, that's forty-seven thousand dollars. perhaps i shouldn't be so stunned by that. but i know i took my glasses off and looked real close at the screen... blinked real good twice, and looked again. yes, 47,000 dollars for your precious princess to freak out over for a relatively short time; 47,000 dollars to make all her little friends jealous, for a short time... afterwhich time, inevitably, there will come a time when it's just... her bed. the bed she doesn't wanna get into because 'wizard of oz' is on at 10:00 pm. (ahh, who am i kidding? i could almost personally guarantee any girl who has this 47,000 dollar bed probably has a dvd copy of 'the wizard of oz' in the house.) its pretty, though. (click to enlarge)

joanna

yes, i was lucky enough to get a christmas present early. this morning my family came in with a four-legged furry surprise. i'm calling her joanna... somewhat after the sondheim song, (from sweeney todd) and also as a female-fied tribute to my latest crush, joe strummer. my friend linda suggested i could call her 'strumbelina,' and i kind of liked that too, so i guess her official full name is joanna strumbelina. she's been shy, which is to be expected. for all she knows, she got kidnapped today. she goes wild for catnip, like those weird drugged cats in that video. she's lovely. in this picture, she's snoozing on my bed. she did her fair share of shyly hiding under the bed, but so far, that's the most annoying thing she's done. i wanted a cat, but i didn't expect to get one. this is the only shot i've gotten of her so far. hopefully, we'll get along like, long-term. but i'm tired, from setting her up and settling her in all day. so this might be the only thing i post. i love you all.

le bon not included

hey, it appears to be 'horserace nite' here on the planet. here's a tricky one. it IS duran duran, minus one very important and often sexy component; yes, we're missing mr. simon le bon. so its a four-way race. so, umm, quickly, lets take stock of the 'man-meat' in front of us. (duran duran as 'man-meat?' wow... without simon, i can hardly say that phrase with a straight face.) so, real fast lets take a look at the remaining four. hmmm... well, three out of the four of them are 'actively' holding alcoholic beverages. they all look reasonably happy. even boring old roger is managing to have a smile on his face. man, looks-wise, he does absolutely nothing for me. and i think we can count andy out too. i mean, he looks like he's having a good time, but other than that, bag it, the face. so, as it often is, its down to nick and john. its not a tough choice. john wins, hands down. he actually looks very cute. very tall... very cool. so here's to you, mr. nigel john taylor. you win this one... for now...

duran...depressed?

okay, i've got another horserace for you guys. first of all, let me say that i once owned a glossy, well-produced 'fan book' back in 'the day' with this exact picture on it. on the cover, i mean. i'm pretty sure it was japanese. all the best duran fan books were japanese. anyway, if i remember correctly, this book more or less focused on stills and shots taken while the band were on location 'in-and-around' the tropics, fliming videos like 'save a prayer' and 'hungry like the wolf.' but man, do they look depressed here or what? yeah, i know they were probably hot and tired, but you'd think maybe they could work up at least one sincere 'pose' for the cameras. then again, this shot was probably only one in a hundred that were taken that day. okay, before i even make my 'horserace' desicion, i need to point out something i've always noticed, like since 1984. namely, dig roger's crotch area. yeah, is it just me, or does it look like he's very purposefully positioned his 'junk' on the end of that bannister, like he's full-out 'displaying' it? i mean, its resting right on there like its taking a break, you know? oddly, for some reason i don't think roger taylor is 'randy' and-or 'scandalous' enough to be thinking, '....hey, i'm gonna give the little girls at home a thrill, by drawing some serious attention to my Birmingham swag.' i don't think roger is mentally capable of being that calculated. that being said... the official winner of the horse race... hmmm, i'm gonna have to give it to simon le bon. sure, he looks like, super-bored, but other than that, very nice. only, i don't know how somebody can wear a blazer over bare skin, but hey... it was 'miami vice' era, and we are talking about simon le bon. (as if that makes any sense.) dig it.

esteban stamps

i've spent most of the night pearldiving, so i don't have much for you tonight. but i wanted to take a minute to post a placeholder. so here it is... they are. dig on some shots of a 'maladjusted' era morrissey, with his hair closely shorn. personally, i think it was a really good look on him. if you have the time, dig up anything you can from that album. its extremely underrated; even for a morrissey album. notable tracks are 'roy's keen' and 'satan has rejected my soul.' (its farrrr more 'upbeat' than it sounds, trust me.) so please dig on steven's keen look, and seek out some morrissey to feed-your-ears. i love you all. (click to enlarge)

hippies

happy christmas, war is over. (mmm, we wish.) i'm getting a late start tonight because i had to christen a new journal... which means getting a cover on it, and a decoration on the first page. i'm happy with the cover, so i hope i can live with the paper stock. i'm 89.9 percent sure i can 'swing' with it, the fibers-from-trees-that-i-stroke-ink-on. all that aside, i wanted to post something tonight. i found this whilst diving for rare shots of keith moon. it looks like keith has found some friends. i think that might be the boring john entwhistle on the top right, and i don't think the two on the bottom really need my introduction. it is, of course, the 'joined-at-the-weird-hip' john and mrs. yoko lennon. i really don't have much to say about this one... i think it speaks for itself.

the bunyip : video

ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... i dare you to remember... the bunyip.

steven stripped

its been a long time since i looked for anything having to do with sweet morrissey. don't get me wrong, i've never fallen out of love with him, but hey... you know how it is, other crushes present themselves, songs move in and out of rotation, sometimes even the truest of loves fall deeper and deeper into the electronic shuffle. well, tonight i went looking for recent shots of morrissey, and i found this. i can see its very recent. and there's one somewhat odd thing i've learned about morrissey: the more 'filled-out' he becomes in the torso-and-chest area, the more he takes his shirt off. so hey... here he is, stripped for our popstar enjoyment. and i for one say, '...thank you.' granted, i am NOT a fan of 'ripped' midsections and so-called 'washboard' abs... never have been. it leaves me 'ken doll' cold. so i guess its not a big surprise that i think steven here looks delicious. i just wanna like, bite it, you know? and its cool with me if you don't agree... like, that just leaves more for 'yours truly!' (click to enlarge)

killer drag

here's a slice of a notebook illustration a made a long time ago. on the left, we've got my hero, miss elle driver, raising her sword. (well, actually, i guess its not her sword... i mean, according to the script, it belongs to either beatrice or bud, i can't remember which... maybe hattori hanso gave elle one, but i doubt it. still, i don't feel like putting in the movie to check.) and on the right, is a shot of miss (mr.) eddie izzard, all dolled up in drag, doing one of his 'somewhat funny' stand-up routines. (actually, one of the funniest things i've ever seen him do is his 'englebert humperdinck' bit from the 'dress to kill' dvd.) anyway, dig the slide. its groovy just for the sake of being groovy.

dishonesty

...at least it leaves you some self-respect, and some dignity. okay, i know i'm really relying heavily on the 'sure-fire' tootsie jokes lately... but hey, what do you want from me? its like, late. so here's another screen capture i took a few months ago. those of you familiar with the flick will recognize it as like, stage 4 in michael's hellish '5 stages of hell' night. yes, after some crazy babysitting, a lesbianish misunderstanding, and a near-rape by an old man, he finds himself face-to-face with his jilted 'friend with benefits,' sandy. he's shower-fresh, (...good shower) and has to explain a few things. so sandy wants the truth... no matter how badly it stings. hey, she's read 'the second sex,' she's read 'the cinderella complex,' she's responsible for her own orgasm, she doesn't care! she just doesn't like to be lied to! so, there's only one thing left to ask before she storms out in a fury, and i think you know what it is: yes... '...are these real chocolate-covered cherries...??' punctuated, of course, with a freezing-cold, '...don't call me!' man, it just doesn't get old, does it? (click to enlarge)

dora's crush

once again, jean-lucien has proven his credentials as a magician. here is one of his latest gorgeous works. as soon as he sent it to me, i applied it to my desktop. the colors are so delicious i can almost smell the perfume of it. i suppose its no secret to anyone that lately, i've been carrying on a shameless, necrophiliac, time- traveling, emotional, imaginary love affair with mr. joe strummer. well, jean-lucien has indicated that this collage is gently commenting on that. we see the deft and dreamy miss catherine deneuve, amidst florid paint near the top, (apparently symbolizing myself) ...and the stark, black and white, dead, gunslinging greaser mr. john graham mellor, joe strummer, near the bottom center. i am immeasurably flattered and deeply honored when jean-lucien can find such inspiration in any of my girlish crushes and impossible infatuations. all that said, herein lies the beauty of jean-lucien's work: you don't have to know ANY of the backstory in order to simply enjoy looking at it. my dearest love, he is a genius. (click to really enlarge)

tootsie roll... on the dole

okay, so that was one of the lamest captions i've come up with in a long time, but hey... its not as easy to come up with clever titles as you might think. anyway, yeah... i've had this shot for a couple of months, and i'm just getting around to posting it now. i don't have an exact year for this one, but i'm assuming its pretty early in his career, because in the picture, he's actually collecting his unemployment check... which i find strangely charming. hey, you know what michael dorsey says, '...i don't believe in hell... i believe in unemployment, but i don't believe in hell.' yeah, i think this was just pre-graduate. i don't remember where i got it. but he looks so cute and blushing and humble here. i heard a 'hollywood gossip' story that when he was first introduced to jessica lange, (before 'tootsie' ) he like, belched-on-purpose, honked her boob, and said something very close to; '...i'm dustin...nice to meet you, love to eat you.' . i have no idea if that's true or not... but man, if it is, i'd give anything to see actual film of it. (click to enlarge)

striped tigers

guess what folks? this is the second duran horserace in a little less than 24 hours. last night, i had them in the snow, and tonight, we've got the boys in a far more temperate setting. i think i even see a jive-ass potted 'california plant' on stand-by. most of you should be able to tell that this was taken on the cusp of the rio album. (john's hair is still a little plum-colored.) annnd, not surprisingly, it looks like a solid three-way horserace once again. to this day i have no idea what planet andy was pretending he was from with that no-style white-bleached fright-wig look he held onto for a few years. i mean, he's not a good-looking guy to begin with, you'd think he'd make every effort NOT to look even more like slow-baked shite. and roger looks like his deep 'motivation' for this photo shoot was to fall back on that old stand-by, '...the sun is in my eyes.' or, more specifically, in roger taylor's case; '...the sun is in my eyes, and i have no idea why i ever agreed to be in this band, i'm miserable.' so... who's left? john looks cool... and if i didn't know any better, i might guess by his body position that he was the lead singer. i give john 7 out of a possible ten. and then there's nick. not bad. i know the hair looks a little discolored and bouffy, but i happen to know that, in different lighting, that was actually a very good look for him. facially, he looks alright, but its pretty clear he's totally bored, maybe thinking about how much soft-core porn he's missing on the good old american 'cinemax.' 8 out of ten. and then we come to mr. le bon. okay, i'm giving him the win. he's managing to do something pretty tricky; namely, not looking like an idiot. nothing special, but yeah, if i passed him in the mall looking like that, i'd probably turn around for a second look. (just for the record, i've always loved those 80's striped shirts. i wish they'd come back in style. they look incredible on jean-lucien.)

ragged snow

yeah, you know... when i hear the word 'snow' in connection with duran duran, i don't immediately think about the kind that falls from the sky. (if you know what i mean, ... 'disco sugar' is what i'm hinting at.) that being said, lets concentrate on this shot. first of all, i think i can safely say that i've never seen it before. secondly, it looks like we've got a ragged horserace on our hands. and in this case, its not exactly a difficult call. i'm gonna have to give it to mr. taylor. which taylor, you may ask?? and i answer, ultra-sarcastically, "...which one do you think...??" yes, i'm givin' it to mr. nigel john 'JT' john taylor. he looks damn cute over there, smiling his skinny, 'sugared-up' ass off. it also looks like mr. john taylor was the only one who didn't get the memo that they were gonna be shooting pictures in sub-zero arctic conditions that day. everyone else has a coat on, and looks reasonably dressed for it. john on the other hand, looks like he just clocked out for his fifteen minute break at 'merchant's.' i also noticed how, from like, 'left to right,' the boys look progressively less happy as you move on down the line. john looks ecstatic, and by the time you get to roger, its very much like, '...who died?' in any case, i thought a shot of the boys in the snow was fitting for the 'season' or whatever.

soap kiss

"...oh goodness..." "...what's wrong?" "...i have to kiss dr. brewster..." "...ah, yeah, he kisses all the women on this show... we call him 'the tongue...'" mmm, needless to say, this is a shot from 'tootsie;' dorothy michaels' first day on the job. as it turns out, she does it the way she wanted to, he balled her out, she apologized for it, that was that. yeah, i know i just posted a shot like, last night, but i found it already tricked and cropped and everything, so i figured i'd showcase it... hey, we all love it, am i right? and i think there's a unicorn on the wall. (click to enlarge.)

yet another fab horserace

yeah, same drill as before. who wins the race? well, first step as usual, can we eliminate richard straight off? yes, i think so. i mean, he looks pretty good, but sorry richard... better luck next time. and i think i have to cut john. i know he can look so much better. so its all down to mr. mccartney and mr. harrison. wow man, its not an easy call. ahhh, who am i kidding? i'm gonna give it to george. (mmm, that's a big effing surprise.) paul is just phoning in your basic 'paul' face, not much interesting going on there. but george looks marvelous. so handsome and smart and cool and somewhat 'elsewhere' in his consciousness, man. (?) yeah, it's george once again. better luck next time, lads.

onj 77

yes, its that australian darling herself, miss olivia newton-john. this shot was taken in 1977. needless to say its before she bleached and went for that 'walking-talking-barbie-doll' look. yeah, this was more like, in her early country-folk days. i actually really like a lot of her stuff from back then. believe it or not, she does a dreamy creamy version of john denver's 'take me home, country roads,' that's actually so good its got a semi-permanent place in my massive song rotation. i like the 'more brunette' look on her. i know the haircut itself is dated, what with the 'wings' and all, but i think it looks great on her. i'd even wear it myself if i could get someone to reproduce it exactly. i love the kicky little go-go outfit, too. brown is such a groovy 70's color. dig it.

little secret slide

yeah, that's what jean-luc and i sometimes call these things; slides. in fact, its another groovy notebook illustration from... well, actually, now that i look about it and think about all the source material, the tricking, and juxtaposition, i'd say it was a 50-50 collaboration. its not really supposed to 'mean' anything, really... its just supposed to sit up there at the top of a notebook page and 'look cool for you' whilst you're writing in it. on it, whatever. and hey, what is it...? 'davy' week..? i had a shot of davy jones last night. oh well, here he is again. the shot is from the monkees' movie 'head.' he's checking himself out in a bathroom mirror right before he gets lost in a psychedelic 'freak scene.' and, the image on the right is a lovely blink-and-miss-it shot of simon le bon in full 'protest mode,' from the 'new moon on monday' video. dig it! (click to enlarge)

funnyclown

yes, this shot really needs no introduction, does it? yes, 'funny- clown' is talking to amy. for those of you that don't immediately recognize it, this is a still frame from 'tootsie.' its during the hilarious babysitting sequence. dorothy agrees to look after julie's baby daughter. needless to say, things don't exactly go smoothly. i guess i don't really have too much else to say about this one. except that, judging by the kid's room, it looks like julie pulls a pretty sweet paycheck down at her job with 'southwest general.' i wonder if the kid who played 'amy' as a baby is still around? and does she (i assume its a she) have a copy of 'tootsie' hanging around, and does she pull it out to show people at like, parties and stuff? hey, if she does, more power to her. it is a pretty nice bragging point.

'ello?

...yeah, lucynell? this is davy jones... you know, that short bloke with the beatle hairdo? yeah, that's me. well, i was just um... thinking, maybe you and your mates jean-lucien and almadora could swing 'round and we could..." (2-3-4) "...wot's that? you've got to rearrange your closets? oh, that's fine, i wouldn't wanna like, disrupt your um... your plans..." (2-3-4 ...long silence) "...so um, 'ave you got any plans for tommorow night? because i was gonna bake up a home-made pizza pie and..." (2-3-4) "...your cat needs surgery? well, sure... that's a top priority." (2-3-4 ...tumbleweeds) "...well, if you talk to jean-lucien or almadora tell 'em like, my door's always open. i'm always up for popping some corn and getting crazy with a rented movie... like that... that 'moulin rouge' or um, 'blue lagoon,' or som'ming like that..." (2-3-4) "...a-another time, maybe?" (click)

blue danser valmont

i don't think i've posted this before. its just a sparkly little sloice of notebook art. i'm not sure where the left-hand side came from. i'm pretty sure it was just a lovely book cover or something. and, needless to say, on the right is the beribboned and sexy mr. john malkovich as valmont. i added the number 12 for decorative reasons, and the inkwork was all done by hand. (okay, so i touched it up a little bit after i scanned it in, but you get the idea.) but the french suits him... and considering it was scanned from an actual handwritten notebook page, i think it came off rather well. dig it, the smooth and silky valmont. (click to enlarge)

naughty comix

this is a stylish and lovely full-page comic that originally appeared in 'playboy' magazine. i'm not sure of the exact date, but it was done by an artist named 'kiraz.' even as a little girl, i loved his deft, elongated style, his wispy, fine, expressive lines, and beautiful use of color. i assume he came up with the 'jokes' as well. since i found this one on a foreign site, with no captions included, i can only guess what the original 'joke' was supposed to be. well, considering all the available visual cues, i'd wager the caption to this one was something along the lines of: '...guess who?' well, no matter the punchline, the drawing is sweet. dig it. (click to enlarge if needed.)

a little sexy

hey, lets get a little sexy on planetcool... i mean, we're all adults here, we can handle it, right? well, i sure hope so, because some prime cheesecake happens to be on the menu. mmmm, just look at those leggity-leggity-legs, all posed and sheathed in black nylon-styled tights...! and she's pretty, too... with her sassy, swingy flip of her brown hair, and her scarlet lipstick and playful direct eye contact. mmm, she can come to the slumber party anytime. sadly, i don't think i have a name for her... i think i just stumbled onto her looking for magazine covers or something. but i figured it'd been a long time since i had a playmate featured, so dig her while she lasts! (?) man, a shot like this, well, it makes my 'straight' lobe take a temporary 'backseat,' if you know what i mean. (click to enlarge)

berg boast

man, i've loved having all the MAD magazines on that amazing CD. i think its safe to say it's the best actual present i'm gonna get all year. i love knowing all the berg's '...the lighter side of,' -s is ready, at my cyber fingertips. her's a great frame from an earlier one... possibly the lighter side of dating, or something like that. this particular page was taken from a comics digest. i love the stylized way the man's lower body like, gets 'pointy' down near the feet. and i love those sleazy dudes on stand-by, watching as their slick buddy goes in 'for the kill.' and you know how dated it is just by looking at the chick's clothes. i mean, how long has it been since women wore hats and gloves and crinoline petticoats just to walk down the street? still, its a great frame. dig it.

freckles and eyelet lace

mmm, anyone who's visited the planet knows how much i dig miss mia farrow. here's a great shot i found of her, in costume for a picture i can't name. but i love the shot. i think the freckles are largely part of the make-up. they were even more obvious before i tricked the contrast. she made a lot of movies around this time period that i've never seen. but she looks lovely, no? i love the comely little lace collar and the plush youthful darkness of her lips. i'm afraid i don't have a date on this shot... i think it was taken for 'life' magazine, and if i had to guess, i'd say like, 1965...? she looks great. and even to this day, she seems only very mildly crazy. i remember a year... like, 1985, for christmas, i bought jean-lucien a book of illustrations of celebrities entitled 'fame II,' and there was a great blue airbrushed shot of mia in this exact outfit in that book. if i remember correctly, jean-lucien and i had both picked out the same book to give to one another, so my mother had to artfully convince one of us to select something else, knowing that one of us was already planning to get it. give it, whatever... we always shared everything we ever got anyway, so we both ended up 'giving it,' and 'getting it,' right?

unicorns rule!

hey, there's been a lot of talk about unicorns on the planet lately, 'jive-ass' and otherwise. here's a poster jean-luc found me for the early 80's animated film 'the last unicorn.' i know jean-luc and i saw it in the theater. and i think its safe to say its been at least 20 years since i've seen it at all... like, on cable or anywhere else. i remember the unicorn was voiced by the great and delicate mia farrow. and at the end, it tried to get scary, with the unicorn facing off with some flaming creature called the 'red bull.' or was it the 'great bull?' oh well, i know he was like, all 'flames,' and tried to drive her into some water? and some magician helped her defeat it? like i said, its been a long time since i've seen it. i just read here on the poster that it featured the voice of christopher lee. without looking it up, i'll bet he was voicing a 'bad guy.' anyway, dig the poster. its the early 80's unicorn-most!

things we did on cake

ahhh, the silky sweet euphoria of the sugar buzz. we all know it well. i just got off the phone with lucynell, and admitted to her the contents of my 'girl-child' fridge. lets see, in there right now i've got a slab of fun-size kit kats, a quart of thick and deelish egg nog, a six pack of chocolate puddings, some cherry cokes, a gold bag of lindor chocolate truffle balls in assorted flavors... some tangerine seltzer, and i think the closest thing i've got to actual 'human food' is a container of sour cream i've been using to dip my buffalo-and-ranch doritos in. its like, the fridge contents i might've imagined for myself if like, i was a ten year old, daydreaming about; '...someday, when i have my own fridge... it'll have all this junk in it.' this gorgeous collage is something of a tribute to that sweet creamy, dreamy, wispy state of chemical buzz one's brain enjoys after indulging in cake and other 'cake-like' frosting-inclusive 'high-sugar-content' treats. once again, jean-lucien's talent leaves me buzzing from the brain, the part of the brain that recognizes and digs on visual genius. the color treatment and sense of movement and composition are excellent, as usual. the main 'model' is a dolled-up miss sylvie vartan. there's a haloed hippychick from a kiraz cartoon in there, too... in the lower left hand corner. just incredible. it sounds so tired of me to say that '..he never ceases to amaze me.' but its true. i mean, i see everything jean-lucien does, eventually, and absolutely none of it sucks. click to really enlarge, and dig on it.

joe driver

hey, its joe strummer's drivers license! man, i can't sleep. i've been watching youtube clips like i'm scarfing through a bag of snack chips. everything from funny kitties to rare clash clips. i guess i should just like, lie down and close my eyes, but that sounds real boring to me right now. i guess it serves me right for sleeping until 2 in the afternoon. so, yeah... the only thing i have for you tonight is saint joe's drivers license, featuring his real name, john graham mellor. not a bad picture. actually, i don't think i've seen a bad picture of him yet. beautiful thing.

its the groovy 'eye' poster!

yes... the groovy eye poster. i found this a long time ago, and i think the print is too small for me to even read well enough to see what its for. but i've had it forever. i think its so cool-looking that i've cut and pasted it into every picture file i've kept on this wild machine. i just love the style, the color and all that. and since i have like, 'zip' real ideas for posts tonight, i figured i'd post it for-all-to-see. for some reason it reminds me of 'a clockwork orange,' ...possibly because of the funky eyelash stuff. and this may be the only thing i post tonight, so i guess its more of a placeholder than anything else. groovy.

d. d.

man, its a lot harder than one might think to find some decent shots of early-era 80's duran duran out there. like, 'nick rhodes headband' era. i was hoping to find a scan of the photograph on the inner sleeve of the original 'rio' album. but hey, apparently that was too much to ask in this hi-tech sleek ultra-modern 'information age.' apparently all the duran fans from the 80's have better things to do than to spend any time making high quality scans of all their memorabilia. hey, thanks for nothing. anyway, here's a shot of 'DD' from one of their more interesting eras. dig it.

go go

... gogo yubari, specifically. delightfully played by japanese actress chiaki kuriyama. she has over 30 works to her credit; not surprisingly, most of them japanese. she plays the knee-socked, mace-weilding schoolgirl-skirted bodyguard in tarantino's virtually flawless 'kill bill.' (vol. 1.) marvelous casting. i think she's great looking.

waiting for godot - lucky's speech : video

an excerpt from the 1987 production made for television. lucky is played by a talented man named alan mandell. the rest of the cast has little to say in this clip. lucky has little to say outside of it.

carnal couple

i'm pretty sure i've posted a shot from mike nichols' 'carnal knowledge' before, but i don't think i've posted this exact shot before. but i figured nobody would suffer if they got a look at the young and foxy and devious and gorgeous mr. jack nicholson and the busty, lusty, gingery miss ann-margret. its been a long time since i've seen this movie. i really should dig it up and give it a fresh look with my modern brain. man, i'm not more than like, 41% gay... but look at that cleavage. woof...! and jack, wow... he was almost at the peak of his looks at the time this was filmed. god, i can only imagine what kind of wire-framed 'pushy-up' bra they put her in to make her chest look like that. i mean, you and i both know, she doesn't need a whole lot of help. and from a cinematic standpoint, i think its notable to mention that this wasn't the only time these two starred opposite one another. yes, i'm sure you'll remember in 'tommy,' ann played tommy's mother, nora walker; and jack played the mysterious 'specialist,' charged with diagnosing tommy's 'problem.' i wonder if she really dug him, or if he got on her nerves? perhaps they were mutually voracious? too bad that sex video hasn't surfaced, am i right, kids? (click to really enlarge)

where are they now?

yes, finger-watches, ladies and gentlemen! i've had this ad for a long time, and i figured it was well worth a post. now, i don't have a date on this ad, so i have no idea if if was 'before' or 'after' the Swatch craze. (jean-luc and i had about four Swatches, just for the record... but my mate Atarieyes mustv'e had like, over a dozen, i remember because he once demonstrated like, four on each arm.) but these little dinky finger watches, i don't remember anyone wearing them at all. and what were they called? 'Digits?' i don't remember any widespread ad campaign for them. i have no visual memory of anyone wearing them. i'm taking a close look at the ad now, and i have to admit, one or two of them look pretty cool... but why not like, use the same desgin and make a 'regular-sized' watch for-the-wrist? i think its hilarious that one of them is like, zebra-striped. how 80's. i kind of dig the fuschia nail polish she's got on... but they don't really seem like, 'practical.' i mean, can you imagine giving a decent backseat 'HJ' with two or three finger-watches on? (and yes, 'HJ" means exactly what you think it means.) the bottom line is, we all know they didn't 'catch on,' because people sure as hell aren't wearing them now. dig it, the 'Digits.' (click to enlarge)

peter's posters

i thought i'd posted all my 'young' shots of peter ustinov, but apparently not. i found this one whilst i was digging around in older files. peter was one of my earliest crushes. in fact, i think i had a crush on his voice before i ever saw his face, and didn't even know it. i remember when jean-luc and i were very young... like, 8 years old, we had this sound recording, on vynil, of the disney 'robin hood' movie. peter ustinov was the voice of the wicked prince john. after all these years, i remember how his voice stuck in my head. i remember even looking it up on the booklet the record came with. it was the accent, the texture, the tone, it was everything. not too long after that, i saw 'evil under the sun.' peter played hercule poirot, of course. i was in love at first sight. it don't know if it was because my young brain actually believed ustinov was solving the murder, i'm not sure. i've always liked smart men. and that voice! mmmm, so lush and complicated. here he is at about age 21 or so, amidst some french theatrical posters. just look at the sturdiness of his body....man, i want to 'jump-him-serious.'

mirror mirror

hey, i'm still not exactly raving with inspiration. but i gotta post something... so um, i guess i'm gonna promote one of my favorite films again. yes, jean-lucien took this lush screen capture quite a while ago. its from roeg's hippy masterpiece 'performance.' in this shot we've got, from left to right... anita pallenberg as the hazy pherba, then chaz's half-disguised reflection in the mirror, then turner's (mick jagger's) reflection reading a book, then chaz himself, with the blood of a magic mushroom sluicing through his brain. yeah, by this time in the movie, chaz is submerging so fast he can't make sense of it anymore. psychedelically speaking. i love the silky colors jean-luc found in the grain. he's really got an 'eye.' (but not like the creepy 'eye' in 'clash of the titans.' ) (?) i like the way he manged to get them all in the same shot. you know, i grew up scrutinizing all the 'movie'-related books in all my school and public libraries growing up, and i always marveled at some of the whunky, bland shots that were used to illustrate the text. jean-luc constantly proves to me that, with a little talent, and affection of the subject matter, you can really get some gorgeous, relevant pictures. (click to gorgeously enlarge)

unexpected fling

yeah, i might as well announce it... i'm having a bit of a fling with british comedy actor chris barrie. a public television channel out of rhode island has been playing his mid-90's series 'the brittas empire,' in which he plays the overbearing, detail-driven, gordon brittas; manager of a not-exactly-thriving english health club. i know, i wouldn't have thought it sounded funny either, but i have to say, mr. barrie makes it not only watchable, but something i've come to look forward to on recent tuesday nights. sure, he does tend to go overboard with the accent and the facial expressions... but he must be doing something right, because he's been creeping into my brain over the last week. so, whilst fishing tonight, i remembered he was also in at least one episode of 'blackadder,' so i dug that up, hoping to get some decent frames of him as an outraged french jailer, but the film stock was like, the worst. and there aren't many shots of him online that aren't from 'red dwarf.' i found this one shot of him, as gordon brittas. ugly enough to turn me on... sigh... i suppose it was only a matter of time.

poster of the unknown

okay, i'm not gonna be able to post a whole lot tonight... i'm still kind of on the hunt for new stuff. i found this a few nights ago, and although i really have no idea what its 'for,' i still thought it was cool-looking enough to include. i like the colors, the psychedelic style, and all that stuff. man, i wish i had more ideas tonight, but... sometimes the inspiration monster isn't exactly knocking my door down. so, dig this, and i hope i have more for you guys tommorrow. i love you all.

sketchy

fan art, ladies and gentlemen, fan art!! hey, actually this one isn't that bad. i mean, anyone can clearly see its duran's john taylor. yeah, really its not so bad. i know i probably drew some stuff that was worse. i had no information as to like, who the artist is. it didn't look like they had to erase a whole lot. i'd bet some bucks a girl did it, though. and she probably did a 'nick' at roughly the same time. so, whoever you are, miss duran artist, i gotta say, not bad.

adam ant - ant rap : video

very hilarious. the song is like, '...huh??' and there's so much whunking craziness going on in both the video and in the song that i can almost not keep track of it all. roll it, see and hear for yourself, and prepare to be highly unclear.

once upon a time

as in, 'once upon a time, adam ant was a dude who actually looked quite pretty.' but man, he doesn't even look like the same person anymore. i guess i shouldn't bag on him too hard, he's given me some great, fun songs over the years... and he did do his 'bit' to further the important 'gender-bending' cause during the 80's. this is, of course, the 'prince charming' cover. i actually like his stuff from that era, including the very hilarious 'ant rap.' which i might have to post. he really made all those ribbons and bows and leather and lipstick look good, didn't he? as most of you probably already know, his real name was the very 'un-glam-sounding' stuart goddard. i imagine it probably took a certain amount of guts to go around dressed like that. or maybe not, i mean, i wasn't living in the UK at the time... maybe the place was crawling with cross-dressing pirates with minimal singing ability. apparently there was also a dance called the 'prince charming,' which was little more than marching around and doing vague, slow, psuedo-military-looking arm moves. so, dig adam at his glammest. its only a matter of time before he gets arrested for something in the 'celebrity headlines.'

one more valmont...

...never hurt anybody. i know i've posted a shot of john-as-val like, very recently, but i came across this one whilst digging through some old files, and i thought it was so 'creamy-and-dreamy' i couldn't resist. man, what a profile! yet another reason for me to invent-and-use a time machine. namely, so i could go back in time and like, do things to him whilst he was wearing that outfit. i know i must've 'screen captured' this one, because i know how hard it is to find shots of john-from-liaisons on the web. there's just something about that ribbon... that ponytail. like, you know you're really 'hot stuff ' when you can make a powdered wig look that good. he's such a 'smooth operator.' (man, why did i say that? ) anyway, enjoy the creamy, mysterious goodness for yourself. hey, there's enough of 'the vicomte' to go around, you know?

glam little wizard

this one is real small, but it gets a yuk out of me. i think it speaks for itself.