roxy doll

ummm, okay... where do i start? when one thinks of the glam-rock heroes of the 1970's, perhaps no band was more glam than bryan ferry and roxy music. which leads me to the question: what the hell is bryan doing posing in this low-down, tacky, and very non-glam residential room? i mean, it's almost scary. dig that rinky-dink shower curtain. dig that sink behind him with naked pipes. the drapes on the window don't match anything. and it looks dark outside. what is he holding? a miniature version of himself? that doesn't cancel out the bleakness of that lighting fixture. and the ceiling is like, what? the whole damn thing is hilarious.

fast kimberly

this fast femme fatale is kymberly herrin. she was Miss March ahhh, i don't remember they year. but woah, is sure remember miss kymberly. one of my favorite things about this centerfold? i love, love, love those aviator-style sunglasses! but hey, there's a LOT to love about this spread. first of all, her boobs do not appear to be plastic. she's got some kinky reason for holding onto some binoculars. i love those thigh-high boots, her 'all-over' non-orange tan, and she drives a super-snazzy red car. ( is that a corvette? ) thanks, miss herrin. thanks so much for posing in that fur... and not much else. we really appreciate it.

the face

the film was 'isadora duncan, the biggest dancer in the world.' the director was ken russell. i was about eight years old when this film was fatefully shown on PBS, late one weekend night. at the time i had no idea who ken russell was. my mothers was going from channel to channel. i just watched as things like 'M*A*S*H', the evening news, maybe 'Kojak,' whatever was showing around ten o' clock in 1980. suddenly, the dial stopped at PBS... and i watched the black and white images of a woman, in flapperish dress, flit into a vintage car as 'bye bye blackbird' warbled in the background. it was blithe and breezy... and then everything changed. the woman's long scarf was snagged by the speeding wheels, her head jerked back violently... she was killed... her neck broken. and ken russell made sure we didn't miss a thing. he pulled in for a pair of grizzly close-ups. this is one of them. i had never seen anything like it in my life. i was terrified. terrified. i froze... i felt i physically could not even close my eyes. my body started vibrating... and at the same time, went numb. i was not a large enough creature yet to contain the immense horror i felt. i will never forget it. my mother was there, almost trying to snap me out of it... as if she sensed her baby was affected in a way she never had been before. that was true. for the longest time i had no idea who was responsible for utterly destroying my peace of mind. that was the night i fell in love with Ken Russell. ( the actress is vivian pickles )

experimental hits

a few months ago, i was bored so i started playing around with the features on this laptop that was soooo generously donated to The Cause. i call this technique 'glass cutting.' i sort of randomly choose some shots, arrange them, then used a cropping tool to slice out an area that looked cool to me. the colors, values, subject matter... all sorts of things are in play... but i'm not actively thinking about them at the time. yeah, at the time i'm just effing around. but i like the end result. kind of like little psychedelic sticks of gum. as you can see, we've got a hitchcock poster, marilyn monroe, and a cover of 'smash hits' starring billy idol.

two taylors

anyone who knows me well at all knows i'm a lifelong, die-hard fan of duran duran. and even after all these years, sometimes i see pictures i've never seen before. it probably goes without saying that The Internet Age has dumped probably hundreds of rare shots into my lap since i got my first machine. this shot is a prime example. it shows the lovely square-chinned john taylor in the background, looking all sensuous... lurking behind those dark magenta bangs. and in the foreground is roger... who always rocked the same kind of bangs, regardless of what era was going on. yes, two taylors... the ones that provided the thumping backbone to that 'gotta dance' duran duran sound. and they both still look great. but without the internet, i wonder if i ever would've seen a shot like this.

police

this is one of my favorite recent book covers. the main image is john malkovich from the groovy dark comedy 'the shadow of the vampire.' i had that picture in my picksh collection for literally years before i was finally moved to put it on a cover. after all these years i am still in love with john malkovich. and bubbling beneath him we can see images of ronan vibert, georgina hale, oliver reed from 'tommy,' and nigel planer from 'the young ones.' i think i chose the word 'police' because well, i already had it printed out, and because i had recently finally read '1984.' you know... the 'thought police,' and all that. i am very proud of this one. too bad the book is all full of hot trash... but what can you do?

gloss

this is one of my hand written, hand decorated journals. the main image is liza from 'cabaret.' the circle inset is art garfunkel from nicolas roeg's 'bad timing.' other stars visible are georgina hale from 'mahler,' and pete townshend. it's not one of my favorites, but i thought i'd post it anyway.

sluts!

okay, i guess 'sluts' is probably a pretty strong word. these two ladies may be very well mannered and respectable these days. but this shot was obviously taken in their 'slut' phase. but this shot is not so much about their manner, but their attire. dig all that underwire and lace! taken altogether, the stuff looks kinda mismatched and cheap, but if you look at each item individually, there's some real sweet underwear on display here. like that lilac bra on the brunette. top class bra artistry, there. and that turquoise garter belt on that blonde chick? it goes so well with her like-colored panties and stockings. another thing i find remarkable about this photo: a complete and total lack of airbrushing or photoshopping of any kind. maybe a little bit of gauze, but that's IT. i dig the way that the bras don't match the drawz on either girl. i like the way one is tan and one is pale. knowing today they'd both be orange-y 'tan.' hey, thanks for posing, babes. we mean it.

morrissey and his boys

at first glance, one might think this is like, photoshopped or faked in some way, but i am here to assure you; it is very real. this is a shot of morrissey ( center ) about a year ago, with his band. annnd it probably goes without saying that they are very highly nude, save for the strategically placed 45's. ( and i'm still trying to figure out exactly how they're attached. ) personally, i think morrissey's bod looks pretty damn good. then again' he hasn't had meat in like, 50 years. and in case anyone is interested, the last 15 years of his work has been some of the best. and he's clearly not shy about strippin' for the camera lenz. i used to know all these blokes names, but i can only remember three of them now. from left to right we've got jesse... wow, i just blanked on jesse's last name. tobias! jesse tobias. then we've got mr. paleskin, who's name i used to know. then morrissey, of course, then boz borer, then matt walker. i've gotta hand it to these guys for 'lettin' it all hang out.'

yes, miss garbo

ahhh, 'the garbo i knew.' i've been a fan of greta garbo since like, mmm... 1987? sometime around then. i was blessed in the fact that my high school had a relatively good library. ...and as soon as i discovered it, i started stealing from it. one of the books i hauled was a hardcover catalog of early cinema. that's where my movie knowledge really got a foothold. ahhh, the sweet days before security strips and video surveillance! man, that library was probably like, 1,000 pounds lighter by the time i graduated. but it was worth it for the education. i love this ethereal shot of greta louisa gustafsson. her smallish boobs, the way she holds her body, that hand on her hip, that sexy yet intelligent look in her eye... what a goddess. even the way her hand is placed is elegant and provocative. greta lived an intensely private life... and when i was much younger, i was perplexed by that. but now, with all i've been through in my travels, i totally know where she's coming from. these days, i'm like, 'the fewer eyes on me, the better.' i remember in drama class one time, i had to write a skit... and in it, was the name 'greta garbo.' but when it came time for the kid to read the line, it came out as 'great garbo.' i mean, she was great, but... you know what i mean.

sylvie moderne

i'm huge fan of sylvie vartan... and magazine covers are one of my main passions. so you can only imagine how much i dig magazine covers featuring sylvie vartan. so cool, this issue of 'mademoiselle age tendre.' sylvie is rocking something that vaguely resembles the outfit simon le bon wore in the video for 'the reflex.' technically speaking, sylvie is not French, she was born in Bulgaria. she grew up in France, and became one of the first women in rock from that area of the world. she was eventually personally acquainted with the Beatles and performed as their opening act in many European dates. it is not difficult to find photos of her with the lads in the early to mid '60's. many say that is HER little blue skirt and legs on the back cover of 'abbey road.' i love sylvie vartan.

janus

i've never heard of Janus magazine, but from the looks of the little illustration, i'm guessing it's racy. the drawing is even a bit dodgy... it's like she's surprised her ass is showing, even though she's wearing a skirt that could never possibly cover her panties. okay, this issue promises an article on 'spanking attitudes.' what? like, '...hey, that guy who spanked me last night had a real positive attitude.' and it seems we can also read all about 'female exhibitionists.' hey, i'm all for that. there's also something about 'secret lives... unusual tastes.' wake me when it's done. and finally, it tells us to expect 'over 50 exotic pictures.' well, hell... that could be photographs of ibis-birds and crocodiles or like... salamanders.

so early duran

this is a very early picture of simon le bon, john taylor, and andy taylor of duran duran. i don't know who ever told andy that blonde haystack look was a good look. it wasn't. and john was blind as a bat. he was either wearing funky contacts, or he just couldn't see. i always liked that dark haircut on simon. nick's not in the picture, but he was also rockin' a bleach job that didn't do him any justice. jean-luc took this screen shot... right on the edge of the 80's. and to this very day, they're still turning out world-class pop.

jean-lucien 4 art's sake

this one is so seamlessly lovely it almost melts into itself. jean-lucien, through his laser cutting skills and taste for color and tone, creates a lush organic masterpiece that both tricks the eye and teases the mind. it is spectacular. sigh... i don't know how he does it. i'm just glad he does.

jean-lucien's pink fix

when you need a fix of some serious art, look no further than the mind of jean-lucien godet. apart from being balanced and symmetrical and sound, it is also fantastically gorgeous. could his stuff be any more fun to look at? i doubt it. i am so proud of my partner. he works tirelessly, yet consistently turns out a quality product. i love this one. i love the languid man smoking in the foreground. ( jeremy irons is the model, by the way. ) all the textures and tiny moments within just work so well. i'm not joking when i say i can almost taste it. it doesn't get better than a godet.

jean-lucien's latest magic

any entries accompanying jean-lucien godet's work will be succinct. i think the genius speaks for itself. man, the harmony of colors, the balance of the composition... it is perfect stuff. he sent this one to me a few days ago. ( hey wait, my cat's mewling... gotta throw her some treats. ) okay, where was i? oh yeah... the mad genius. seriously, i could fall into his work like a heavy dose of dreams. there is nothing else like it.

happy late birthday martin scorsese

i just realized marty's birthday was like, three days ago or something like that. i guess i don't need to tell any of you that i'm a fan of his work. and i think he was quite a fox in his day. i found this great shot of marty on the set of 'taxi driver' a little while ago. i love it. i know it's sinful of me to dig that he's posing with a big-ass evil gun, but i must admit, i have a purely scientific interest in firearms. i can't tell you what make of gun it is, but that is one long barrel. i dig how you can tell from the photograph what a petite man he is. he's almost being swallowed by that chair. and man, do you think his macho-man 1970's shirt could be any tighter? those buttons are straining to contain his genius. and what's with the grapes? well, he is italian. ( way to eee-stereotype it. ) thanks, marty... seriously. thanks for 'taxi driver,' and 'king of comedy,' and 'mean streets' and 'goodfellas.' and a few others.

lui oh my!

this sunny chick is great. she has the nerve to look surprised... like, ' o my god where's my top...?' hey, you know where your top went, sweetie. dig those funky earrings. she's pretty, though. it seems this is the 'special saint-tropez.' hey, remember that croonin' commercial? "bain de soliel for the st. tropezzz tannn..." her bottoms are a little baggy on her. what is she, like, a size 'less-than-zero?' ( mmm, sour grapes with me and my size 12 drawz. )

lui sweet jane

jane birkin, ladies and gentlemen. you may think you don't know her, but you probably do. she played the frail maid in the agatha christie film version of 'death on the nile,' and christine redfern, the frail wife in the film version of 'evil under the sun.' ( one of my favorite movies, ever. ) and here she is, daring to be baring it with a tit-load of beaded necklaces. she was also the waifish protogee of french svengali serge gainsbourg in the 70's. she even cut a few pop records. ( check youtube. ) from the phrase 'special noel,' i'm assuming this is the boffo christmas issue. i dig those hip-snugging black panties.... or, les panteez noir. yeah, i'm a big fan of janie birkin. she can come to my holiday party anytime.

lui on hot wheels

this is one of my favorite 'lui' covers i've ever seen. i love the head-on nature of the shot, and the fact that it's centered gives it an almost-Rorschach-esque quality. or maybe like a pinned exotic insect specimen. but it's none of those things! it's a sexy french kitten on a motorcycle! and she wants you to 'head out on the highway' with her. seriously, i wish i had this one in like, poster-size. fortunately, this one has writing i can easily read. evidently, in this issue we can look forward to 'jane fonda,' hey, i'll bet she takes her clothes off, ( she does, i've seen the spread, it's pretty awesome... i'll try to find that one for you... ) and ummm, whoa, hold up! le 'ku klux klan..???' i sure as hell hope that's a scathing sociological study-and-or-exposee. annnd, someone named j.p. melville, and last but never, never least, my darling mark twain. the chick could be better looking in the face, but... hey, like i should talk... i'm not naked on any magazine covers straddling any bikes.

lui bardot

ummm, i probably won't have too much to say about this one. particularly since there's not much print on the cover, and i'm not the biggest Bardot fan in the world. but, to be fair, i've seen almost none of her work. morrissey is personal friends with her, though... on account of her 'animals are people; meat is murder; i don't eat my friends' thing they have in common. and hey, have you seen morrissey lately without a shirt on? well, don't get me wrong, i prefer him heavier... but all i'm saying is some of that vegetarian stuff he eats must not be all that light on the calories. i still think he has all his own hair, though. and i don't think he's had any 'work done' facially... unlike some pop stars i know. ( i'm calling you out, simon 'le face lift' le bon. ) okay, wait... weren't we talking about miss Bardot? i guess we kinda were. it's funny, looking at a picture of her like this one, it becomes almost laughingly obvious how those early 90's Guess? jeans ads were with claudia schiffer; cash-in/rip-off/ homage-wise.

lui les stripes

okay, bear with me, the computer just ate this whole text entry, so i'm gonna have to try to do it all over again from memory. so, what did i say about this one again? oh yeah, when i first glanced at this one, i thought she had on an actual shirt, then i saw the nips and... ( shrug. ) and speaking of 'painted on,' how tight are those teeny skin-tight orange shorts? and um, what's with the rope? is that part of some vaguely nautical theme i'm supposed to 'get?' like, has she been pressganged into some kind of 'sex-navy?' and what could be the explanation for that injured and embarrassed look on her face? maybe her drill sergeant turned out to be the father of some kids she used to babysit for. the dad who used to make inappropriate comments and put his hand on her leg on the drive home and ask her if she was wearing an underwire bra yet ... it's like she's thinking, CHICK: "...um, i know it was a few years ago, Mr. Cliverson, but you still give me the predatory-creeps. yes, i know... this is the Sex Navy... i'd better get used to it." (-sniff- )

aramis

this is one of my journals. i did all the writing within, and also deocrated the cover. the main image in the center is mike nesmith, live on tour with the monkees at the pitch of their popularity. also seen are morrissey ( at the top ) liza minnelli, and a cutting of some young miss in a former collage. overall, i was satisfied with it. i don't know what i'll do if they stop making those standard black and white composition books. but i have noticed one thing. and it coincided with the rising price of gasoline. as soon as the cost started going up at 'the pump,' the cardboard covers started getting thinner and flimsier and less rigid. now i'm forced to deal with a supply of damn wibbly books... and they cost almost twice as much! greed sucks.

lui le tigre

tiger, tiger burning bright... you make that leotard seem 'very right.' okay, so i'm no william blake. but i do know foxiness when i see it. this fierce chick is making it wild with her jungle-themed bathing suit... thing. and hey, she's also rocking a whip. maybe she wants to tame herself? i had an animal-print bathing suit once. i know there's pictures of me wearing it somewhere. i was probably like, fourteen? man, i was a nymphet. but let's get back to this groovy growlin' cover. just one more in a long line of 'lui's' i plan to post. so stay tuned.

lui 'love'

hey, it's the special tennis issue. man, i soooo know nothing about tennis, and who's playing tennis, and who's currently winning at tennis, or what. but i do dig this foxy chick's backside. but her backhand? honestly i couldn't care less. sorry. every so often a friend of mine who follows tennis wants to tell me all about it; the rivalries and all that... and i really hope my 'i'm interested' face is convincing. i really wanna be more interested, but i find myself forced to fake it. but i don't have to fake being appreciative of this young sportsters cutie behind.

lui vroom, vroom

'des voitures et des filles.' my French is a little rusty, but doesn't that roughly translate to 'cars and chicks?' hence, the little blonde chick in that even littler car. it seems there's also an article about brian epstein. and we all know he was 'all about' chicks. still, i dig those knee-high boots.

lui angleterre

woof, it's the special Englsih edition! you can tell, because the i is dotted with a Union Jack, and she's got an umbrella hangin' on. true, she's pants-less... but other than that, she's dressed all proper! and she's even got those argyle socks on those smoothy femme legs. i love her long brown hair, her natural make-up look, and it seems there's an article about mick jagger in there. is that what made it the English issue? or did they get ahold of mick because they already had the English theme planned? in the end, it doesn't matter, 'cause she's cute.

lui goes patriotic

at first glance, i thought these were actual American flag panties, and i wanted to know where i could get a pair for myself... but upon closer inspection, i realized it was body paint. o say can you see... her hot buns-so-tight... ( did i just actually type that? ) hey, no joke... let's get serious for a second... i truly do support the troops overseas; not just on this day, but always. i feel many ways about the West and our role in the workings of the world as a whole, but i support the troops. jobs are slipping through our fingers every day, and i salute those that roll the dice every day with their very lives and limbs. i thank you. but what's wrong with a bit of sexy b-sides action? nothing i can see. so here's a hot bit of cheesecake. and God Bless America.

lui and a plastic jacket

mmm, i love these 'lui' covers. this one features a lovely model i am unable to name, wearing a blue plastic jacket thing. it sells for seven francs. and i'll bet it's worth every penny. ( well, the French equivalent of a penny. ) one of the articles seems to be about 'the scandalous secrets of sherlock holmes.' what are they gonna disclose? like, -voop!- he was a fictional character.

lui ala bardot

brigitte bardot graces the cover of this issue of 'lui.' i've never been a real zealous bardot fan; but i am the first to admit, i've seen very, very little of her work. but i respect her impact as an icon. and she's all about animal rights. and morrissey is personal friends with her. but more than all of that, i love magazine covers. from what i've been able to gather, 'lui' was sort of like, France's version of Playboy or Penthouse. man, i'd love to have a big stack of 'lui's' fall in my lap.

ann-margret in furs...

the temperatures outside may be chilly, but on 'planetcool,' they are steadily rising, thanks to the sultry and plush shot of miss ann-margret in a fancy pink high-collared fur. man, how has ann-margret managed to stay so virtually unscarred in her lifelong fantastic career? i cannot remember ANY serious drama, except for when she dated Elvis and fell off a stage in ...Vegas, i think it was? she should've won the Oscar for best supporting actress for 'tommy.' she killed that role. she was nominated... who won that year? ( checking.... ) oh, well... it was louise fletcher from 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest.' actually, as much as i'd like to, i find it difficult to argue with that. notably, milos forman is one of my favorite directors... i am far more in love with ken russell, but i don't make the rules. ( shrugging gesture.)

the divine ethel merman... in furs.

ohhhh, don't even get me started on ethel merman. if you want a real amazing treat for the ears, you need to snag yourself a copy of her early hits from broadway and elsewhere. if you're just expecting the overly-bombastic, brassy, loud-ass ethel that everyone bags on, you're in for a pleasant awakening. those earlier recordings are some of the finest and most gorgeous stuff i've ever heard. the record you should seek out? just try to find the oldest stuff you can. preferably 'i get a kick out of you.' the one with the mostly white cover and the lavender illustrations on 'flapper' records. it's a record i'd want for a desert island. a lot of cole porter, some irving berlin... some of the best stuff there is.

lauren hutton quartered

you know i love magazine covers from this era. and i've always liked lauren hutton; ever since i saw her as charlotte taylor-wilson in 'zorro the gay blade.' but even if this model wasn't lauren hutton, i'd still think it was groovy. i dig the four different make-up styles; very successfully executed. and she's so foxy to begin with. let's see, we've got 'the sadist.' apparently sadists like wearing a ton of eye shadow and mascara. then we have 'the virgin.' yeah, alright. third we have 'the french maid.' ahhh, that one seems a little reaching. i think that was just their way of saying ( or implying ) 'slut.' and finally, 'the babysitter?' again, i'm slightly unclear. i did a lot of babysitting back in the day, and i don't think i ever rocked the nude lip color. still, as i said, i love lauren hutton. and magazine covers. and make-up.

ro and guil

ro and guil... ro and guil...

so much sexiness, i don't know if i can get my fill. with their leathery togs and their stoppard-y speech, i think i want them to make a backseat 'reach.'

to diagnose Hamlet, yes... they were sent for...

my body, undressed for them, it shall be bent for. one is fair haired, and one is brunette...

wait, can i even tell them apart yet?

with a heiss game of 'questions,' rhetoric is forbidden... i know of two 'staffs' that are begging to be ridden.

let nothing be hidden.

o sweet rosencrantz, o sexy guil...

take me, even against my will.

with rapier wit, they deconstruct the Bard.

i want to make them hard.

to be or not to be, that is the question.

i want to give both of them an erection.

o, guildenstern... o rosencrantz...

canst i not get in thy pants?

plush

this is one of jean-lucien godet's personal journals. the main image is keir dullea from kubrick's '2001.' in the dots across the bottom we've got a hazy early-era simon le bon, the french bombshell sylvie vartan, ( look her up on youtube ) a flower, a color flash, the swami-fied micky dolenz from the 'mijacogeo' episode, and two blokes who i fail to recognize at the moment. such fine work. seriously, why have a ho-hum notebook, when you can have one that looks like this...?

lui magazine

i've never actually had my hands on a copy of 'lui' magazine, but it seems like it's right up my street. mmm, i like this cover for so many reasons. those sheer white panties make me go, 'oui, oui, oui' for 'lui.' from what i've been able to determine from my very brief ( no pun intended ) research, 'lui' was like a kind of french Playboy. hey, i don't care what language it was in, 'sexiness' is an international language. i've got over two dozen of these covers, and i plan to feature most of them on the 'planet.' so if that kind of thing bothers you, fair warning. and to those of you that dig this stuff, get ready for more.

'avin a shave

gear fab, it's johnny-john lennon, and he' s 'avin' a shave...! ahhh, personally, from all i know about john, that shaver could very well not even be plugged in. he just might be using it as a prop for some good ol' fashioned beatlesque f'in' aroun'. he is a beautiful guy, though. i love john from that era... when he was still at a healthy weight. actually, when i think back on it, john never really rocked a look i couldn't get behind. i love how he looked here, i love how he looked ala sgt. pepper, and i loved how he looked in the shaggy-beard 'lady madonna' days. sighhhh... sweet john.

sweet seventeen

ohhhh, i love magazine covers from this era. i used to have some 'seventeen's from this era, and they were like, twice as big, size-wise... like, you could fit almost two modern 'seventeens' into the 'seventeens' i remember from back then. i love this cover. i wanted to say that was ali mcgraw, but this is '68, and i don't know if she was working yet that long ago. okay, let's see.... what does this issue promise? hey, a report on 'the clique mistique.' i think i can sum that up in just a few sentences: there are cliques; there are always going to be cliques; if you're a teen girl, you better hope you belong to 'the good clique,' and finally, 'there IS no mistique about cliques.' and we're also promised the earth-shattering article entitled, 'HELP! i hate my nose.' guess what, girls? i've hated MY nose at some points in my life, all girls do, it'll pass when you have to start worrying about things like paying for college and ovarian cancer. ( wait, i think i may have just 'over-snarky-ed' myself. )

mardi jacquet

ahhh, those heavenly ladies from the greatest days of 'Playboy.' i remember this centerfold 'as if it was yesterday.' i would probably be able to tell you her name on sight. it's the sophisticated and sexy miss mardi jacquet. i remember that silver bolo tie between her smallish and realistic boobs... that short haircut; which was somewhat unusual amongst playmates from that era. her face is flawless, of course. but i remember i used to think her face indicated an intelligence that wasn't always there with playmates. i remember that lasso, and above all, that gorgeous aquamarine stone on her ring finger. man, i'd love to go back in time and personally thank all the great and daring ladies who were brave enough to take it all off back then. man, she's beautiful. ( oh, and just a word to any 'planetcool' viewers who are bothered by a picture like this? i just wanna say i will post-and-celebrate pictures like this from time to time. so... heads up. no pun intended. )

ashes to ashes

yes, here is a large and lovely shot of david bowie, on the eve of the 80's, dressed in his pseudo-clown persona, smoking, alongside some guy-i-don't-know-who-it-is. ( david mallet, the director, maybe...? ) i think its groovy that i've met a lot of young kids that know david bowie from growing up with him as jareth in 'labyrinth,' and they think that's what he's all about. mmm, they need to start like, media-digging. david bowie still looks fantastic to this day. drinking virgin alien blood? a deal with the devil? who can say. but he's still on top of the world. and yeah, i must admit, this shot tickles my 'men smoking' fetish.

in print

about every five weeks or so, i find i've filled up another journal with hot trash and a lotta verbal screwin' aroun.' and every journal gets a hand-decorated cover. personally decorated and titled by me, almadora english. this one features a groovy mr. peter tork, in a bookshop, wearing a hippy top, snagging some literary buys. included in the collage portion below, we see olivia newton-john ( with the stack of books ) morrissey, from an early-to-mid 90's concert tour, a miniature collage of jean-luc's, r.e.m., who have now called it quits... umm, a few colorful scraps, ian holm as napoleon at six 0'clock, and georgina hale in ken russell's 'mahler.' i make a sweet journal cover, if i do say so myself.

mmm, nick

ahhh, sweet nick rhodes. what a face. all the time i was a teenager, and hopelessly in love with nick rhodes, i knew there were countless pictures of him and the rest of the duran guys that i thought i'd never see. and now, thanks to the magic of the computer age, i am able to see so much hot duran deliciousness. like this shot of glam nick rhodes.

the eyes of jean-lucien godet

here's tonight's offering from the genius hands of jean-lucien godet. i love the way he can make decor and jewelry out of assorted clippings... i love the open book in the background. and i love the blue of the eyes and the early john taylor.

dig it.

sleepy richard

yeah, richard looks tired here. and i know how he feels. i just caught myself like, chain-yawning after my last cigarette. so yeah, part of me wants to just pass on this for the night, but i finally got this thing back on track after so long, and i really don't wanna give up after three or four nights, so yeah, tonight you're gonna get whatever i can come up with. hard for me to believe i used to think ringo was so unattractive. he's actually really super-looking. and i love him when he looks all somber and cool like this. and i predict he may very probably be the 'last beatle standing.' i mean, he's only got one more to outlive... and i daresay paul's had a lot more drama in his life lately than richard. i think jean-lucien saw a recent-ish clip of richard performing live, behind the drums... and in between singing lyrics he'd call out: "...what's my name....?" ummm, wow... that's a tough one. is it... is it... ringo starr? the act i paid to see when i bought my ticket?

she's man shy

i love these semi-adult comics. here, miss pink-skirt seems to be afraid of the big S-E-X. why must she be so afraid? oh well, i don't want to be insensitive here. maybe she has PTSD due to some kind of past abuse. could it be she's just scared she'll fall in love, and love too much, and 'lose her head,' or something. but her date looks tame enough. he's got a t-square in his book and everything. and he doesn't seem overly-pushy. so yeah, she's got a hang-up. knowing if i was that afraid of male attention i'd wear a skirt that came down at least three inches below my panty-line. hey, it's called de-sexualizing yourself, hon... look into it. well, in the last frame, it seems like she's considering getting some professional help. maybe there's some hope for her after all.

jean-lucien gets clairvoyant

well, a clairvoyant jean-lucien godet is nothing new. at least, not to me. yes... once again jean-luc demonstrates his ability to know what we want, in the groovy visual sense. here is another one of his dazzling photocollages. i don't remember who the model is, but it doesn't matter. the real star, as always, is jean-lucien godet himself. again, we have the impeccable color palette, sense of balance, sense of weight. as always, virtually perfect.

jean-lucien informs me the model is fanny brice.

dodgy, it is...

so, it's cool enough that this homemade bit of art is taken from my fave star wars movie, 'the empire strikes back.' it's cool enough that there are kids out there who are actively willing to create something fun and satirical just for the sake of it. and i even dig the essence of the message. yes, yoda IS there to make you whip your whining ass into shape. hey, sometimes i wish i had a yoda to like, push me and make me be the best i can be. but none of these reasons are why this in on 'planetcool.' it's featured tonight because, when you click and enlarge the image and look real close at the speech balloon, you can see a crease, like, sorta the overlay of a flap, and tiny little vertical orange lines, almost like a UPC code... which i recognized as being the marks of a piece of metered mail. which, quite hilariously, tells me the speech balloon was made out of the edge of an envelope that had already made it through the postal system. really? they had NO other paper on hand? really? knowing at any given time i've got countless sheets of blank paper hangin' on. like, way to do it half-assed.

comics you wish you had

okay, i've owned a lot of media in my time, but i've never been fortunate enough to lay my hands on 'now' comics like 'girls' romances.' this one is priced at only 12 cents, so it must've been printed a long time ago. apparently this one is commenting on the widening cultural gap of young adults in the late 1960's. ( mmm, almadora... way to jerk-off, sociology-wise about a damn comic book. ) okay, where was i? i dig how the dude has long hair and some version of a 'soul patch,' although i'm sure they called it something else back then. ( a 'Shaggy...?' ) so yeah, he's all ready to go backpacking up the coast of California, but the fretting blonde 'establishment' chick is having mixed feelings. as her speech balloon reveals: "...oh, kip..." ( so his name is kip, that's great. ) "...i do love you... but you know how my parents feel about you... and that crazy, hippie life you lead...!" and she's crying real tears. i would LOVE to get my hands on an actual copy of this. (ps. i dig how 'kip' is making those 'tender' hand gestures. )

hall has it all

slinky sexy jerry hall... she's a broad that's got it all.

she's got the fame, she's so damn slick... she seduced the jagger; mick.

her shadowed eyes, her glossy mouth, she talks with a 'ya'll,' yeah, she's from the south.

she's so damn pretty it's almost scary... she seduced mr. bryan ferry.

in sucky 'batman' she kissed up to jack, at studio 54, she had a coke attack.

she played mrs. robinson on the stage... she hardly looks her age.

jerry, jerry, jerry hall...

i saw a drag queen who looked like you at Four Seasons Mall.

it was just a two-word review...

... it said: "shit sandwich."

they can't print that.

- evidently, they can.