bryan ferry and jerry hall : price of love - video

i've loved this one since about 1987. i remember it was played on 'night flight' one night, (a cable program that featured music videos and interviews) ...and jean-lucien and i managed to get it on videotape. i remember thinking it didn't exactly sound like anything that was going around at that time... you know, on 'the charts.' but it didn't sound 'old-fashioned' to us either. and it didn't sound like the lilting, tame and dreamy sound of bryan and roxy music in the video for 'angel eyes,' which we'd already seen. no, this video had a rawness about it that wasn't quite metal, and wasn't quite pop. i confess, at the time i was young enough to be puzzled when it came to labeling it as one thing or another. but hey, i know now... its glam rock, kids. dig it. and pay the ultimate price, that price of love. (mmm, and do you think duran duran might've had a look at this clip before they came up with the concept for their video for the song 'my own way'..?? i'm just asking.)

jerry lights up

yeah, i think this might be another shot taken inside the weird and fabled

'studio 54.' i love almost any studio 54 picture. i tried to find that shot of bianca jagger riding a white horse through the discotecque. (mmm, i wonder if the 'white horse' symbolized anything...? (mmm, sniffety-sniff...!) this one is almost cliche, considering the stars are none other than andy 'white bangs' warhol, and jerry 'hey, i'm just glad to be here, ya'll...!' hall. he's lighting her fire. and i'm guessing that was probably the only female fire he bothered to light that night. she looks wonderful, though. she's living proof that southern girls can at least look sophisticated. i look at her gorgeous flowing hair, long legs, strong cheekbones, and fine teeth, and i can't help but wonder what kind of 'deep-south-livermush-and-biscuits collard-greens-and-grits' type foods she ate growing up. and hey, i'm not bagging on that kind of food... i grew up on that stuff myself. and, for what its worth, i have been to the 'studio 54' of my own mind.

patchwork perfect

i seriously hope jean-lucien doesn't mind that i'm posting this one. he made it, about three years ago. using paper as paint, he composed this cool and glorious patchwork of light and color. i loved it then, and i still love it now. he has always had the keenest sense of balance and color harmony. this collage feels pretty to every one of the five senses. i can almost smell and taste it. it has a watercolor-like quality that i absolutely love. not unlike a stained glass window, the light behind it enlivens the arrangement. he's such a genius. its just beautiful. i think it would make a marvelous album cover. and keep in mind, he cuts out and glues everything down by hand before it hits the scanner. what a master. my hero. just gorgeous. (click to enlarge)

54

so, again, this might be the only thing i post tonight. but since its crazy friday night (saturday morning) i thought i'd post this cool shot from the powdered-sugar days of studio 54. man, the mid-90's movie they made about the place was pathetic. there was so much potential there for an incredible visual experience, and it was just about the most flaccid thing i've ever seen on the big screen. (it was right up there with 'memoirs of an invisible man.') i wish ken russell had been able to get his hands on it, and made it a rock musical or something. anyway, this shot shows, from left to right: halston, the designer, bianca jagger in the middle, and little miss snowflake liza minnelli on the far right. man, i think spending the night inside that place, (in its heyday) would've been exhausting. but i dig the pic. nightlife, man. at 36, i think i'm too old for that stuff. i honestly don't think i could keep up. i'd be back in some room on some plush sofa with ice against my chest, begging for some kind of 'downer.' the club scene? you can keep it. in the words of the immortal fagin, from 'oliver!' : "...i'd rather sleep, anyway." (and no, i didn't photoshop that dot on bianca's face... it was already there.)

carnal

okay, i have a bit of a headache tonight, but i didn't want to leave the night blank, so i thought i'd just leave everyone a little love note. i think most of you will recognize the lovely and busty miss ann-margret and the saucy, somewhat scary jack nicholson on their first date from the 1971 movie 'carnal knowledge.' it was directed by mike nichols, and also starred candice bergen and art garfunkel. i haven't seen it in a long time, but i remember digging it very much. i actually think i might've bought it on laserdisc sometime around 1995, if you can believe that. but man...look at that cleave-action, man. some people might say that's 'all push-up bra,' or that its 'all padding,' but umm, we're talking about ann-margret, so i totally think she's doing a lot of the 'work' herself, if you know what i mean. i should try and watch it again sometime. or maybe not. (mmm, apathy is mine.) i love you all very much, and hope to be back in 'full force' soon. kisses.

nightlight

i don't feel like, super-inspired tonight, so this might be my only post. jean-lucien just sent this to me today. it was a collage i made at least ten years ago. the original piece was made from 100% found clippings. that means i took them from various sources, which means i had very limited control, almost no control over the size and contrast and texture and color of the images. and it really doesn't mean anything... but i remember thinking it sort of looked like a girl's dreams from a large deep bed near a candle or some other pale nightlight. jean-lucien just scanned it raw and sent it to me. i only tricked it like, minimally. i just cleaned up some of the edges and tried to make the black a little blacker. the original is about the size of a magazine cover... maybe a little bit smaller than that, because i know it fit in one of those photo albums with those cellophane sheets you slip the picture under, you know. but i still like it, after all this time. but i have almost no memory of actually cutting and putting it together. click to enlarge, and please, excuse some of the rough edges.

silvercher

yeah, as i mentioned below, but i don't exactly have an overload of ideas tonight. but i thought we'd all be able to dig on this admittedly lovely shot of cher, photographed by richard avedon. i kind of feel two ways about cher; kind of the same way i feel about barbra. she can look truly beautiful, as this picture clearly illustrates. and i do think she can act... but, i also think she can be 'unintentionally hilarious' ... like in her late 80's hair serum ads. didn't she do something about some kind of hair smoother? ahhh, it was a long time ago. i'm pretty sure she also put out some kind of exercise video thing. i really wish she'd never gotten any 'work done,' because i have a feeling she would've aged quite nicely. but seriously, i love this picture. i love the silver dress and the pose, and she lends the dress the distant coldness it seems to want. (??) anyway, 'iv'e got her, babe,' on my blog!

wonka-licious

well, i couldn't actually come up with anything really groundbreaking or unusually creative to post, so i thought i'd stay in that very proven ground of 'good-looking guys.' and when you're talking about good-looking guys in the entertainment industry, johnny depp alone is like, 75% of them. this shot is obviously from 'charlie and the chocolate factory.' i think he looks gorgeous as wonka...sort of like a cross between johnny depp, glenda jackson-in-her-prime, and my partner jean-lucien. and bizarrely, i don't think he comes off as 'swishy' in his wonka gear. i think he comes off as just plain crazy. like, insane in a very legal sense. and i consider that a high compliment. you CAN be legally insane, and creative, and rather high functioning; contrary to popular opinion. yeah, i think depp's wonka is certifiable, yet capable, and very glam. i don't think there's a single frame in most johnny depp's movies where someone has said, '...man, he looks like shite in that part.' or like, '...wow, he looks bad there.' i theorize that you could probably go through almost all of johnny's movies like, literally frame by frame, and if you put all the frames wherein he looked 'not-screw-able,' in a box, the box would be about the size of like, a kit-kat. (and just for the record, i didn't take this picture, but i did crop it and trick it.) click to enlarge.

hear me lord - george harrison : video

wow... what can i say? my dark and darling george had it right. so early, he sung with a depth so sincerely cold and scary it felt like a drowning ... so high and light that even one (or two) in the cradle felt like flying, yet so deep and serious, the message retained a context as certain as the grave. and all i can say is thanks.

a different drummer

well, maybe not so different. i can't remember where i found this wonderful shot of stewart smoking, below a fragmented lute and a blunt-edged mirror. he bleached his hair back then, didn't he? i mean, was that not part of the 'police' concept? and, forgive my ignorance, lucynell, but wasn't stuart born 'over here?' anyway, in this picture, he looks like he's 'cooling down.' i can't help but wonder how badly his hands hurt... how his champion knuckles ached... and his radius wrist bones complained after a loud night of banging out charted hits... all for the deep pockets of the middle-class 20 year-old grey fedora, torn yellow t-shirt chicks in the audience. i love this shot.

covergirls

okay, i don't think i've posted this one yet. its one of those shots i don't really feel like i need to comment on. i mean, it more or less speaks for itself, body-language-wise. it looks as though its 'post-injury' for mr. mark hamill, because it looks like his 'empire' face is on. and man, just look at how he's desperately clutching onto the purple crepe of carrie's skirt as she leans in, hard and nuzzly, against the forehead of mr. harrison ford. i think we know who had a little 'bit of fun' in between episodes 4 and 5. god, it looks like mark is clutching her female upper thigh like it was the last one he was ever gonna be that close to. ford looks pretty relaxed, though... like as if he knows his 'night schedule' is all set, 'fisher-wise.' and lando? well, lando's just glad to be there. may the force be with us all.

stylish shelley

yeah, i don't know how this one's gonna hit. i am soooo sleepy. and i dig shelley duvall. (well, up until she got into making those faerie tale theater things for kids... kids get enough, trust me.) i think she's great in 'annie hall,' i think she's great in 'three women,' i think she's great in 'the shining,' and yes, i think she's great in 'popeye.' and she was in 'time bandits,' too... but i've only seen her parts like, fleetingly, whilst searching for the bits with ian holm. no, but seriously, i think she's damn good. its hard for me to swallow the fact that some people think she 'overacted' in 'the shining.' as if its possible for someone to chew on the 'scene-bone' more unabashedly than jackety-jack 'little pigs' nicholson. i defend shelley. i think she's pretty and dark and smart and has given me many nightmares, just imagining her in that blue bathrobe, running frantic around the Overlook with that butcher knife in her hand. man, just writing this has put me in the mood to roll it, 'the shining.' but, as fate would have it, the only kubrick movie i own on my shoestring budget is, happily, 'barry lyndon.' (just for the record, i love the long, white dress on the left. and the boots are deelish. not that i have the 'stringbean' bod neccessary to pull it off... far from it, but it looks nice and comfortable.)

wristband

okay, i'm real tired. since i've gone back to manual handwriting for my daily journal, i haven't had a lot of time to go pearldiving. in a way, its a good thing, because i get to feel the paper and the ink and the glue in my soul... but it IS more time-consuming. but i like the sensation of having it in my hand. and the muscles in my hand and arm that twitch when i'm working seem to send peaceful chemical signals to my brain. which has got to be a hell of a lot less expensive than my goverment approved 'crazy pills.' but, the end result is that my picksh beds are low. so, you're getting another shot of simon le bon. this is a still from the 'sing blue silver' tour documentary, where he makes a big deal out of getting hold of a wristband. he's still cute, though. but i have to say once again that the film quality and photography on this dvd transfer sucks chrome. (click to enlarge)

schin-fully delicious

yeah, i know... my lame, juvenile play-on-words cheapens the very real reverence and value of the 'schindler survivors,' but i just wanted to post a pair of hot guys, so sue me. you'll see from the post below this one, that i needed to re-establish my 'straight' after featuring the flirty little female. so hey, dig on the great profiles of ralph feinnes and liam neeson. and i think its fair to say neither one of them ever looked better than they did in 'schindler's list.' i guess it was the costumes. all those quality cottons and silks and wools and cufflinks and tie tacks and neckties and... i hate to admit it, but i guess there's some truth to that 1980's maxim... you know, the one about the 'sharp dressed man.' i know ralph had to gain like, 30 pounds to play the part, and if you ask me, he never should've lost it. i love the plumpness of his face and cheeks and chin. and i even think he looks just fine with his shirt off. mmm, ralph... gimme somethin' to grab for. ...like that cheesy old ric okasec song! (man, why did i write that last bit down?)

gone fishing

okay, this might very well be the only thing i post tonight. my lobster traps (picture files) are light, so that means i need to take a night or two off for fishing and pearldiving. so, in the meantime, allow the lovely miss ashley cox to hang that 'do not disturb' sign on this virtual door. i love, love, love that salmon-colored satin garter belt, her powder-pale skin, and her sleek shoulder-length smartly-cut hair. it looks like she's got a hell of a slumber party planned. so i say, 'hey ashley, let's order up some coffee-flavored dessert, play dress-up; gossip and watch jeopardy, and maybe talk about some girls we don't like a whole lot.' then... a pillow fight, maybe? okay, i'd better keep this short before i sound completely non-straight. and i think i need to post a shot of a hot guy, just to like, keep things balanced. but chicks, man... they just don't make 'em like they used to. (click to enlarge... and please don't flag me or complain, they're only 'human boobs.' thanks.)

church : barbara harris from altman's 'nashville' - it don't worry me - video

miss harris is going to take us to church. god bless us all. amen.