mia and dustin make up

yes, yet another shot of young mia and dustin. i really should like, 'break down,' find out what movie this was that they were both in, and like, get my hands on it, viewing-wise. i mean, i think this might be the third picture i've posted of them in these same costumes, on the set of whatever it was. i dig this one... like, not only do they both look real cute, (i love that lacy peter pan collar mia has on) but its obviously a shot gotten between takes. its funny, how the diva, miss dustin, lies back whilst some stagehand dusts his young visage with dainty powder; whilst mia takes the almighty puff into her own hands, and takes care of the shine herself. i think they both look great. for some reason, my weirdo-mental-long-distance-time-traveling-telepathy is telling me those two never really had a 'behind-the-scenes' physical thing going on. i just don't get the feeling they played around. i mean, mia was dating-and-or-married- to 'the chairman of the board' at that point, so i don't think she had the inclination to dip her toes in other waters. but hey, i could be wrong. i mean, she was married, not dead. (mmm, what in the hell am i talking about?) in any case, dig it. (click to enlarge)

slinky marisa

hey i love, love, love 1970's glamour and high fashion photography. actually, this one might be late 60's... no, its gotta be around mid-70's. i dig this shot. the model is, of course, the slinky and always totally excellent miss marisa berenson. i don't know who the designer is, or who the photographer was, but that's not gonna stop me from posting her slinky excellence on the planet. hey, marisa can land here anytime, with her slinky and talented ways. i wish she would've worked more in film. i can only cite three times she graced 'the big screen,' ... in 'cabaret,' in 'barry lyndon,' and in blake edwards' 's.o.b.' (that's one of those films you can't really describe, you've gotta see it for yourself, you know?) other than that, i can't recall seeing her in anything. but i thought her acting in all of them was 'top drawer.' and i've recently googled her, and she's looking pretty hot these days. so here's to you, miss marisa berenson, you've been a wondrous representative of the stylish and slinky brunette for many, many years. and we love you here on the planet. (click to enlarge)

joe

i wish this picture was a little bit sharper, but i'm glad to have it, regardless. its a picture of joe strummer, needless to say, quite young. he was always a raging bohemian, from what i can glean from his published history. i have no idea how old he was, exactly. but that face remains familiar and graceful. i'm not sure if he was still being called 'john mellor' at that point. i know he tried to go by 'woody,' for a while, after woody guthrie. i think this may have been right around that time. it looks like he's in a graveyard, but i can't be sure. i would've loved to just sit out there, smoke some cigarettes, and listen to him talk. i've read he was always tender towards his girlfriends, but admittedly, a bit distant. i keep having dreams that i'm kissing him. (i know, that sounds crazy... like i believe his ghost is visiting me in my sleep or something, to reward me for my devotion.) so dig the rare picture, and, as usual, wherever you are tonight, sweet joe... i ardently kiss you good-night.

jane birkin : 'ex fan des sixties' - video

i know jean-lucien is very familiar with this this, so i'm posting it primarily for lucynell and anyone new to the planet. its a music video for a french pop song from the actress jane birkin, who can be seen in both 'death on the nile' and 'evil under the sun.' she's lovely, and skinny and french and all that, but i think she might want to stick to 'acting' as her main career. perhaps, after you hear this enchanting song, you'll think otherwise... but i doubt it. its like, she's singing about all these 60's-prominent rock stars, but she throws buddy holly in there. correct me if i'm wrong, but he didn't exactly 'burn up' the psychedelic scene with his sounds. and then we've got shots of james dean thrown in there. and speaking of 'thrown,' it sort of looks like she was thrown out there with 'le garbage' in her peasant blouse and bare feet. still, its a video that has to be seen to be truly appreciated. so roll it and dig it, jane's landmark strident vocal performance.

playboy francais

umm, do 'the french' have a problem with big boobs or something? i mean, apparently this is a real cover from a real french copy of french playboy, and the chick they chose to grace the cover looks like a slightly-airbrushed patti smith. i mean, don't get me wrong, she's slinky and dark and kind of sensual and all that, but man... i have male cousins with chests that flat. its a great photograph... like, she's got kind of a jane birkin thing going on. but i can't help thinking she'd be a much bigger turn-on if she was like, guilty of eating a cheeseburger and milkshake, calories-wise. apparently the chick's name is lou doillon. never heard of her. maybe she's the 'french milla' or something, i don't know. but hey, give me the curvy, playful, mid-70's american girls any day. they may be out of style, but i'll bet they feel a lot better, to the touch. still, she's slinky, so um... i give her a full ten points on the 'slinky scale.' (click to enlarge)

she's on the phone!

there's only one thing more sexy and personal that a picture of lovely lady or a likely lad smoking a cigarette, and that's a lovely lady or likely lad on the phone...!! its so voyeuristic to watch them... like, what could they be talking about, man...?? come to think of it, watching someone smoke is like, next door to watching them jerk off... its like, you know they're digging it when you watch them doing it; like, you know some private part of their brain is getting off, you know? oh well, perhaps i'm the only person in the world that thinks of it that way. anyway, dig this creamy dreamy sherbet-flavored shot of miss teenage ann-margret on the phone...!! (and just for the record, i have a serious pet peeve; and its 'people who pronounce sherbet as sherbert.' like, there's no second 'r,' you know what i mean? where did they learn the highly incorrect 'sherbert?' oh well, i guess i've got more important things to worry about.)

duran glam

here's a duran horserace-made-a-bit-easier... that's because uggos andy and roger aren't even in the picture. so, from left to right, we have, of course; mr. nicholas james bates-rhodes, mr. simon john charles le bon, and mr. nigel john taylor. so, who wins? unfortunately, i think we can dismiss nick right away. he looks like falling asleep is 'job one.' and simon, well... i never did care for that spiky-on-purpose bleach-tipped haystack look. i mean, he looks happy and all, but still. so, facially, i guess the honors go to sleek and lanky john-john. at least he's like, fully awake, you know? and he's also not trying too hard to be hot; like he's just letting his popstar good looks speak for themselves. so, john wins... but before i move on, i've got to say one thing: what is UP with the 'theme' of their stage clothing? its like, ill-hewn band uniforms meet 'club clothes.' not their best look, if you want my opinion. and the togs don't even look like, particularly well-made, sewing-wise. so yeah, john wins. and you can expect yet another tiger race here on the planet sometime soon. (click to enlarge, somewhat)

james austerberg the third

otherwise known as iggy pop. so, hey... i'm not the biggest iggy pop fan in the world. like, he's spent literally three quarters of his life (possibly more) without a shirt on. and apparently, he's still 'kicking it' today. but i like this... this is a really old shot of jimmy copping a fag before he takes his shirt off and hits it, the stage. in shots like this, its not too hard to see why david bowie had such a thing for him. and i haven't posted a 'guy smoking' shot in a while, so dig it!

joe stands guard

man, this year is getting off to a slow start, 'planetcool'-wise. once again, i find myself with nothing much of consequence to post. i'm just not feeling that wild inspiration... yet again. and i'm in a decent mood and everything, i just haven't had the time to go on a pearldive or stumble upon anything that i feel the need to spotlight. so, once again, i'm leaving the planet in the capable hands of one of my chivalrous gentleman friends. tonight, the stunning joe strummer gets the honors. i love this picture. facially, his gorgeousness is off the rockin' charts, you know? and i love the hat and long coat. it looks like he's standing in line for rocky horror. mmm, what a face! he looks a little suspicious, though... maybe someone is trying to get him to 'be brad tonight,' or something. (mmm, i have zero reason to believe joe ever went to rocky horror, but hey, you never know... he was 'movin' and shakin' in the late 70's.) he looks great here, though. what a lovely pale complexion. sigh. (click to enlarge)

valmont holds my place

yes, i have nothing interesting for you tonight, lovers... so i'm leaving the planet in the very capable and flash lace wrist array hands of monseiur vicomte de valmont. (don't bag on my spelling, its late.) i hope my devious mind will spring forth with new life in the new week. until then, cheers. and sweet dreams. i love you all.

life goes on

and seasons change. over and over. here's a lovely quad of draped mucha girls. i think each one is supposed to represent different gemstones. the colors are next door to delicious. the girls are next door to angels. the artist is next door to Holy. god bless you alphonse mucha, your willing posing girls, and all their curious offspring, wherever they may be.

amen.

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howl joe, howl...

okay, i do have an expert 'on hand' if i'm mistaken about this one. there was no clear caption available when i snagged this shot on a recent pearldive, but i'd be willing to bet some bucks the man my darling joe strummer is talking to is none other than the indisputible beat poet master, mister allen ginsberg. it wouldn't surprise me at all if joe and allen had something to say to eachother; like, something to talk about. i mean, they're both fully qualified howlers. neither one of them care all than much what 'other people think.' and hey, if anyone out there doesn't think its ginsberg, please let me know and i'll remove this post within 48 hours. but i think its him. oddly, i remember where i was when i heard that ginsberg died... i was in a bookstore in new york city. but i don't remember where i was when i heard that my darling joe died. it is entirely possible that i didn't really know until recently. still, i love the picture. i would've loved to listen in on whatever those talked about. two wise sexy ghosts... god bless them.

back covered

recently, our mother was good enough to send jean-luc and i an assortment of some of our older journals; like the ones from ten years ago. needless to say, it was interesting for me to get my hands on them again. this is a scan of the back cover of one of jean-lucien's books from over a decade ago. all the wear and tear you see on the edges is due to simply that: wear and tear. life.... the simple tread of having been handled and transported and dropped and shuffled and all of that kind of thing. i think i'm correct in revealing the adhesive used to affix the picksh was nothing more glamorous than elmer's glue. i love the color in the live bowie shot in the middle. and if you click-to-enlarge, and look very closely in the lower left-hand corner, you can clearly see and read a part of the lyrics to miss joni mitchell's genius song 'shades of scarlet conquering,' from her landmark album 'the hissing of summer lawns.' its gorgeous. i love the whole thing. it just proves that, with very, very few exceptions over the years, jean-lucien always knew what he was doing. (click to really, really enlarge.)