memory lane

yes, lovers... i must be in a posting mood tonight... i'm really trying to get back into the habit of posting. my biggest obstacle? i get hung up wondering what my audience will think of my posts. i really shouldn't worry about it. i should just do my thing, the thing i set out to do... and that is, to celebrate and spotlight 'all things groovy.' just like this very groovy shot from francis ford coppola's somewhat overlooked movie 'the cotton club.' here's a great shot, snagged by jean-lucien some time ago. it shows diane lane, (when she was still pretty) playing a flapperish girl who's name i can't remember. she's at a swanky party given by a sexy bob hoskins.... some gangster junk goes down, someone gets 'whacked,' (well, stabbed) and after the blood hits the ceiling, it drips down on her ivory flapper-tastic cheek. ever since the first time i saw that shot on vhs, i knew i wanted a permanent shot of it. and, thanks to technology, and the skilled hands of jean-luc, i finally have it. the movie overall? ehhh, it's not so bad. the musical parts are excellent, as are the costumes.... but the plot? kind of, who cares? and it loses a buttload of 'appeal' points, simply because nicholas cage is in it. (click to enlarge)

make-up kits!

hey ladies and glam men.... who doesn't dig a glorious make-up kit? for about three years in my early teens, we always could count on getting some kind of make-up kit for christmas and-or our birthday. i didn't care what 'brand' they came from... because they were usually seasonal 'one ofs,' you know? and the shades were in oddly shallow tins... i cannot count how many times i fell in love with a particular eye shadow or lip gloss, and had to deal with the grim reality that i couldn't just go back to the drugstore for a 'refill.' no, they were often free gifts accompanying a perfume purchase... or just bought off the seasonal racks. i loved the ones that came with groovy lipbrushes and applicators. man, i wish someone would realize how much i'd appreciate getting one of these as a gift, even today. dig it.

tapes, man! tapes!

yeah, i don't have to say too much, do i? yeah, there's nothing like a stash of naked, cheap, nicked and scratched, magic-markered code-titled cassette tapes, tapes, tapes! we taped off the radio, taped off the tv... we taped ourselves talking, taped fake 'shows,' ... we taped everything. and, when i say WE, i mean like, WE as the '80's generation,' for lack of a better term. man, even if i had like, a thousand dollars, i couldn't buy all the hundreds and hundreds of hours of audio gloriousness to be had on ALLLLL the tapes jean-lucien and i made in our youth. hey, lucynell, i know you know where i'm coming from. man, if you said the word 'Certron,' i would instantly know exactly what you meant. Certron, TDK, Memorex, Denon, Sony... etc. man, i really hope they never stop making blank tapes. did you know that, in the early 80's, in Great Britain, when like, boom boxes were really taking off... the practice of 'taping off the radio' became so widespread, record companies started to lose money, and there was even an attempt to criminalize it... but you can't stop a teen with a tape deck. ahhh, those days...

kinky shoes!

man, i think the word 'kinky' is weird. i mean, if something comes naturally... excites you naturally, then its really not 'kinky' for you. like, hey.... to some people, a threesome is kinky... i personally don't find it to be so. i realize some of my own little... triggers, would be thought of as kinky... perhaps even dirty, to some people. hey, you all know what i'm trying to say. all that said, i find the concept of 'kinky shoes' kind of amusing. i mean, apart from the fact that you can 'have-them-on-during-the-act,' then really, how prominently do shoes fit into 'the act?' i mean, i guess you could... DO stuff with-or-to the shoes, but i would bet that's pretty rare. me? i just like to 'dig on' them, ... on an aesthetic level. so hey, be kinky if you dare, and dig on these cool kinky shoes with me!

cheers, lovers

man, the longer i go in between posts, the more pressure i seem to put on myself for them to be like, groundbreaking or like, hilarious. so bear with me for the next few nights where i may have to write about something, anything, just to get my wings back into shape. so i can't think of a better way to jump back into this than by like, praising The Master, ken russell. i was talking to lucynell about ken earlier, and how he seized my brain at such an early age. well, here's a screen capture i took some time ago, from the incredible opera 'tommy.' it's a great, drifting, dreamy, hand-held camera shot... ken must've been riding next to the limo in the parallel lane. and hey, i know ann-margret was nominated for an Oscar for her role as Tommy's mother, but i want to go on the record saying that roger daltrey's acting job in the movie is largely overlooked. he is completely convincing, and compelling.