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.