girly memories

first of all, pardon the askew image... it was the best i could do with the image i had. and secondly, i had this set. i vividly remember it was christmas... we'd unwrapped it under the tree that morning, then before we had a chance to play with it properly, we were all packed into the car and driven west to make the annual visit to the grandparents' houses, in the glorious misty mountains of north carolina. i remember the whole time i was out there, celebrating like a good little girl, part of my brain couldn't wait to get home and play with the sleek new set we'd just gotten. it was about...36 to 48 hours later, after dark, when we got back home. the first thing my stepfather did was click on the tv. i'll never forget... HBO was showing the stage production of 'barefoot in the park,' starring richard thomas and bess armstrong. i remember it was on tv as we went to our room and settled in with our dolls and their new playset. man, that was such a long time ago. (click to enlarge)

sultry ann

ahhh, where the hell am i? i just sent lucynell a mail telling her not to expect too much from the planet tonight. like, i have less than zero ideas... so i figured a steamy shot of miss ann-margret can never hurt. like, she's sooo rarely 'hard on' the eyes, if you know what i mean. hey, i wonder if she and jack nicholson ever really had 'carnal knowledge' of eachother? i don't think i ever remeber reading about it if they did. hey, maybe she 'had the hots on' more for art garfunkel. if you ask me, you'd have to put me in the same room with them, and see who held my attention. like, maybe jack would be super 'boring-town' if you tried to talk to him, and maybe garfunkel would be sassy and fascinating. i've never thought art garfunkel was bad looking anyway. i think he 'beats the hell' out of paul simon, just on the pure 'face' scale. (any minute now, ann's gonna bust in here, all 'spitfire' and demand to know, '....hey! what gives?? i thought this post was all about me...!!' well, sorry ann... i warned you, i have no ideas) so a 'stream-of-consciousness' night it is. (mmm, like, when is it not?)

pardon me whilst i gloss

yeah, i think this ad is hilarious. its like, '...here i am about to bang some 80's rob lowe-resembler in this huge-ass 80's house, but man... i'd better slop on some gummy flavorless lip gloss before we make dreamy, teenage physical contact...' yeah honey, you'd better... otherwise he might dump you, start a rumor that you smell like egg-drop soup, and start dating a slutty cheerleader. i know you can hardly read the small print, but i think its funny that they're billing it as 'automatic' lip gloss. like, i've never had any lip gloss that i had to like, 'wait for,' you know, for it to 'kick in' and 'get glossy.' like, no matter what type you're dealing with, they all seem to come out 'shiny' right from the first application. i wish i could read the 'names' of the colors, but sadly, the resolution isn't good enough. i was able to read the bit where it says it was for '...women who like to play with fire...' yeah, that's so 'mysterious-on-purpose.'

sweet val

man, i'm exhausted. i'm on like, four hours of sleep. still, i wanted to post something. its no wonder i've had mr. malkovich on the brain this week. so i figured i'd dig up my copy of 'dangerous liaisons' and try to get some shots from it. but i'm here to tell you, i only own like three dvd's that have worse film stock than 'liaisons.' i mean, its so grainy and vague and gauzy and unkind. only 'evil under the sun' and the duran duran tour film 'sing blue silver' are more of a pain in the ass. man, who the hell photographed that thing? or maybe it was the video transfer, who knows. still, i was able to get this silky shot of malkovich as valmont, saying good-bye to the fragile and annoying michelle pfeiffer. hey, its the best i could do. i worked with that film for over an hour and i finally had to like, give up. but he's lovely, yes?

another night off

yes, i'm taking another night off, on the grounds that tonight i'm '...just not feelin' it.' so, to hold my place tonight are the lads from 'the young ones.' in this shot, they're sitting in a laundrette, grudgingly giving thier filthy junk a much-needed wash. and i guess today is officially thursday, which is MY laundry day, so you know i should take neil's advice from that same scene... NEIL: "...come on guys... like, the sooner we start like, the sooner we finish..." he's like, 'zen' right about that. like, i wasn't even thinking about laundry day when i chose this shot tonight... i chose it because it reflected my '....(sigh) ...whatever..." kind of pissy, indifferent attitude. maybe i'll feel more 'positive' tomorrow.

pearldiving

my nets have been running a little low, i've noticed. therefore, i need to take some time for some high-intensity pearldiving. so, i'm leaving the planet in the very capable hands of joe strummer, who'll stand guard, gun at the ready. he's assured me he'll 'look cool' for you, while i get some work done. wish me luck, and i hope to be back at the keys with some new groovy stuff tomorrow night. kisses to you all.

the one-thousandth post, ladies and gentlemen

i found myself fretting about this 'land- mark' post. like, i can hardly believe it myself... that i've actually done well over nine hundred entries. wow... i never thought i'd have the energy and drive required to 'go the distance,' you know? and rather than 'overthink' this entry, i just decided to go with something i knew we could relate to... and here it is:

"...pants? i can't wear..." (shakes finger.)

thanks for being there, darlings. i love you all.

are you here for an affair, sir?

i'm sure most of you have seen the classic film, 'the graduate.' and i'm sure you know it's got tragedy, it's got comedy, it's got social commentary, it's got pop music, its got it all... but i'm featuring one of my favorite moments. and it very much falls into the 'comedy' territory. cinematically, it seems that benjamin braddock has some time to kill whilst waiting for his married date to make her way to the hotel, so he wanders, and finds himself in a weird 'face-to-face' with the desk clerk. (played by buck henry) the clerk assumes, mistakenly, that benjamin is there for some sort of pre-booked family function, and benjamin, taken off guard and feeling guilty, sort of goes along with it. what results is the hilarious 'singleman party' exchange. i love it. (click to enlarge)

bobby and joe

hey, as if i needed another reason to dig robert de niro, here he is, digging in some conversation with my new darling, clash frontman, mr. joe strummer. hey, i guess i shouldn't be too surprised. mr. strummer was in fact, in a major movie directed by mr. martin scorsese. yes, if you're able to get your hands on a nice, letterboxed copy of the fabulous 'the king of comedy,' you can see joe strummer, on the street, hanging out with ellen foley, and fellow 'clash-man' mick jones. yeah, its kind of a 'blink-and-miss-it' kind of thing. as far as i can remember, its during the scene where sandra bernhard is yelling on the street about, '...i cover the waterfront,' etc. they cut to these punks like, jeering her... and yes, one of those punks is joe strummer. hey, i'd like to see that movie again. its one of my 'scorsese' faves.

'u' asked for it

you know, i never thought i'd type down the following sentence and actually mean it : i googled stuffed animal unicorns tonight, and i was suprisingly very unhappy with the poor selection. there, i said it. like, the last time i checked, people were still giving birth to little girls and little gay boys, right? so i was amazed to see how few cute, cunning, stuffed 'toy-fied' unicorn creatures were out there-to-be-had. i mean, the selection sucked a 'horn,' if you know what i mean. this little guy was one of the best i came accross. and that's not saying much. (no offense, little unicorn-guy. unicornguy: (with an attitude) "...none taken." mmm, he sounds pissed.) so anyway, here he is, so dig on him... in a very 'pre-teen' fantasy way!

the famous beatles

hey, like a semi-famous beatles song says, '...i'm sooo tired,' tonight. like, i don't even feel like doing this right now. the Claw is in the room with me now. (don't ask.) so, as a result, i'm not feeling the usual 'vim' i have when i post. so like, bear with me when i post this! yes, its a shitty old fan magazine featuring the famous beatles, on the big cover. so um, let's take a closer look, shall we? well, firstly, i think its safe to say the photograph itself, sucks the big one. it boasts to tell us about '...paul's sleepless nights.' as if i care. like, what does paul have to lose sleep over? he seems like, not only the 'cutest,' but also, in general, the '...least concerned ' beatle.' and then we're promised that '...john confides in us now.' hey, you know, at that stage in his life, i'm not even sure john knew what in the hell was going on with his personal life. and apparently, george is going to come clean about his '...saddest moments.' and i think i probably have a pretty good idea what that was all about... namely: '...one damn song per record, you bastards...!?!' and, as if all that wasn't enough, '...ringo tells about love.' great.... fab, i can hardly wait to hear about it.

the snap inhale

here's the sexy miss jane fonda from 'the china syndrome.' i hope you're not trying to quit.

rebel with a cause

hey, i don't want to criticize miss jane fonda too harshly. i mean, nobody knows how it feels to be jane fonda except jane fonda. it couldn't have been easy to grow up as her. hey, i dig her the most! despite who her father is, was... i think she's worked damn hard all her life and has legitimately earned her stardom. sure, daddy might've been there to get her little foot in the door, but once she was in there, she more than proved she had 'the right stuff.' she's versatile, beautiful, feisty, demure, coquettish, calculating, shrewd, shy, sharp, and very sexy. like, sometimes i have to remind myself when i'm watching 'klute,' that she's also 'barbarella,' and judy bernley from '9 to 5.' (and to be honest, i never even think about her 'workout' days. i do like her in 'on golden pond,' though...) where was i? yeah... hot, swinging jane is always welcome to strut by the planet and join in the pillowfight.

last-minute birthdays

real quick, before midnight, here are some last-minute birthday wishes. sunday, november 30th... the day rock video legend billy idol turns an eye-popping 53 years old. and who shares a birthday with the rebel himself? let's see... he's in decent company. for instance, on this day, my darling mark twain would've been a genius 173. let me sit on your lap and give you a kiss, samuel, wherever you are. also celebrating, another american groundbreaker, mr. johnathan swift, who brought biting satire to his country with his 'modest proposal.' (1729) he would be 341 today. hey john, i like your mind. you really knew how to 'shake up' society, you know? and um, who else? yeah, mr. 'broadway-yentl-swashbuckler-girl's-name' mandy patinkin turns a 'still alive' 56... and last but certainly not least... the man with kaleidescope eyes, mr. busby berkely would be a keen 113 years old tonight. he left a mark that started as a ripple, which became a wave...a name, a brand, a style, and indeed even, became a household word. at least he was in my household. happy birthday to you all, from the planet. (especially you, mr. twain... forgive me for posting billy's picture instead of yours... i'll make up for it.)

blue silver

hey, here's another book i 'actually had!' (...we actually had.) its the marvelous pictoral account of the great duran duran on their 1984 world tour. it was a great book. i'm sure i still have it somewhere... it might be at jean-lucien's place. it was one of the best of its kind. like, it was 99% photographs. on high quality paper. like, as a piece of memorabilia, it was really 'built to last.' and in the back, there was this fold-out photographic index, containing full-color thumbnails of ever photograph in the book and like, what page it was on. it was really a lot of 'bang' for my ragged, 1984 'duran' buck. the cover i had didn't look exactly like this... it was just some blue-scheme graphics, with no headshots of the lads on it. but i'm sure it was the same book. great stuff. i'm so glad i was able to 'get in on it,' at the right time, the duran-hysteria.

bubblewands

i love this. this a piece of painting jean-lucien sent me several months ago. i love the two studio 54-types blowing bubbles. i love that cool tropical use of colors. i love the graphic 'words-included.' what else can i say except wow... his stuff is truly gorgeous. (click to enlarge.)

mia at frank's place

i love this shot. i remember i was in my early 20's when i heard-and-realized mia farrow was once married to the classic crooner, mr. frank sinatra. and, to this day, i wonder what in the hell those two talked about? i mean, to me, this strikes me as every bit an unusual pairing as john lennon and yoko ono. i think it made me realize that even a man like frank sinatra can become smitten with unconventional looks and a small 'bazoom.' and a wispy, almost-hippy chick like mia could be snatched up by someone as 'establishment' as ol' blue-eyed frank. this shot was apparently taken inside the house they shared during their marriage. she looks so cute and stylish and 'ready to go out on the town.' anyway, i love mia, and i dig this picture. sweet. (click to enlarge.)

krajinska in red

i haven't posted any work by the Master alphonse mucha in a long time. its getting late fast, so this might be the only thing i get to hang. its a good one, if you ask me. i love the clever use of red, the hand-fashioned thorny lettering, and just the drawing talent in general. man, this day felt long. i actually spent two hours watching a network-worsened pan-and-scan airing of the musical 'annie.' yeeesh. why do they have miss hannigan at the big party at the end? knowing she was like, the prime 'bad guy' through 99% of the movie. then she shows up on an elephant all like, swami-glam and welcome to the shindig. that's never made sense to me. but hey, where was i? oh yeah, alphonse mucha. i think i might have seen this painting 'live' in a raleigh, nc museum. his stuff is just like, the best there is.