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.

the smoking police

as part of my ongoing grand reopening of 'planetcool,' i'm gonna raise a toast to the groovy chick who gave me the nudge to get back into it. lucynell, this one's for you. although, i'm sure you've probably seen this one before. i doubt there's a single shot of the police that you haven't seen before. i chose this one because i wickedly love to see good-looking men smoking cigarettes. i know, it's evil, i know. still... i think it's hot. okay, who wins the 'horserace' in this picture? normally, i think stewart is like, ten times better looking than sting... and i've honestly yet to see a real bad shot of andy summers, however, i reluctantly have to give the honors to weird sting in this instance. i mean, look at that pose! the angle of the cig, the curve of his neck..! yeah, sorry stewart, sorry andy, i gotta give it to gordon this time. i know lucynell will probably disagree with me, but... ( sigh, cranking gesture ) what are ya gonna do?

hot james norrington

one of the best things to come out of the 'pirates' franchise was... is... the stunning jack davenport as commodore james norrington. he's cool, he's clean, he's good with a blade. and he's played by actor jack davenport... which i admit i first noticed in the very short-lived CBS series 'swingtown.' which i think failed because they 'swung' in the very first episode. i was like, 'swingtown?' they already 'swung,' ...like, what are they gonna do for the rest of the season. they're already all 'swanged out.' still, i love jack davenport as norrington, and would love to see him come back from the dead for a hot bodice-ripping love scene with some sweet actress. or he could get all 'forbidden love' with jack sparrow. i'm not gonna lie, that would work for me to.

china boy

jean-lucien godet is not only the master of the photocollage, he is also the master of the screen- shot. i remember in the 80's when our family got our first vcr... the place included a vhs tape of our choice as part of the deal. God bless my stepfather for choosing the video 45 of david bowie videos. so the first thing i ever saw played on my home vcr was david bowie's 'china girl.' it is therefore easy to see why those two videos; 'china girl' and 'let's dance'... have a memorable role in my audiovisual life. recently jean-lucien sent me this screen shot that he took from the video. i've always loved this shot. the nose, man... sigh... that nose... and the way the little cup is tilted to his lips... pop star gold.

dodgy dolls

it's the beatles... yeah, yeah, yeah...! yes, the beatles in the creepiest, dodgiest soft sculpture dolls i've ever seen. okay, i shouldn't bag on 'em so hard... knowing i've never attempted to whip up a set of homemade beatle-dolls. it looks like they're mostly felt. and to the crafter's credit, i can actually tell which doll was supposed to be which beatle. left to right, we have: john, paul, george, ringo. oh that's great... linin' 'em up in standard 'beatle roll call' formation. yeah, that's inventive. okay, critiques... i don't think ringo ever had a moustache when they were regularly wearing those grey ed sullivan suits. they little teeth are a bit unsettling. why doesn't john have a necktie? why does paul's mouth look like a toddler who just ate something it's unclear on? how come george looks his tongue is swollen like he's having an allergic reaction? ahhhh, again, i shouldn't bust. i've never made any beatle dolls.

crawdaddy....!

i love susan sarandon. i love magazine covers. so naturally i dug on this issue of 'crawdaddy.' remember 'crawdaddy' magazine? yeah, me neither. but susan looks sleeky-hot in that fur on that bed of blue satin. but i'm callin' 'fake-ass' on that breast tattoo. i've seen susan's breasts. quite a few times. and i've never seen a traishy tattoo on there. ( and yes, i meant to say 'traishy.' ) i dig the way that 'blade' is in the shot to make it seem extra bad-ass. it seems she's featured in some spread entitled 'wild dreams- wicked desires.' now that's a spread i'd like to dig on. especially since it tells us: "...she yearned for love's hard edge." the address label says it was mailed to someone named 'cathy cole.' i don't know if that's funny or not... i just never imagined a whole lotta women subscribing to 'crawdaddy.' but hey, i woulda readily subscribed to Penthouse, so i suppose that shouldn't surprise me too much. also in this issue: boring ol' raquel welch and the blazingly famous alan ladd jr.

the hands of jean-lucien godet

when it comes to these genius works of art by jean-lucien godet, i can't remember which one's i've posted before. but i'm pretty sure this one is one you haven't seen. there's a young liza minnelli in there. and i think that's isabelle adjani. the composition is, as always, balanced and sound. the colors and tone are pleasant on the eye. all at the same time being exciting and fresh and hypnotic. after all these years cruising the internet, i've never seen anything quite like jean-lucien's art. nothing matches it in scissor precision, basic talent, unique style, and color palette. i do believe it is impossible to effectively imitate. it is its own signature. just perfect.

anjelica again

you can't talk me out of anjelica huston. i love this photograph. i love the way the lush fur coat obscures part of her face. i dig the bird. the bird is like, "...this is the coolest... anjelica huston? this rocks!" actually, i don't speak 'bird.' he might just be thinking: "...seed? yes." ummm, after so many months of short-form tumblr-blogging, i'm having trouble thinking of what to say. but that's not going to stop me. so if some of these entries seem short? again, bear with me. and hey, speaking of birds... what's with that 'surfin' bird' song? annoying.

those old school jeans

okay, let me start off this entry by first saying this: i hope my latest entries on 'planetcool' will actually be worth reading. but it's been a while since i did this kind of writing. not every entry will be all that interesting or humorous or observant, but too keep it going, i really need just keep doing it... so if you find yourself going: "...so what?" please be patient with me. they can't all be stellar entries anyway. so ummm, thanks for your support. now, with that out of the way... can we just take a minute and dig on these jeans? first of all, could they be more like, tight-on-the-bod? like, i can read the panty on that pink pair. and how about how high up they ride? i mean, i don't really think jeans should come down to the 'zone,' but can we find some middle ground? my jeans fit in some weird way that only exists on my own body. i think it's weird the way these chicks are only seen from the back. it almost looks like someone's lining them up to be shot. ( hey, way to get all grizzly on a picture of 80's jeans... )

miss keira

when i dislike an actress, i seriously do... also when i do like one, then my endorsement for them is strong. and i love keira knightley. i've seen her in all the 'pirate' movies, where she held her own amongst all her male co-stars, even outshining orlando bloom, in my opinion. orlando seems to have only two expressions: aiming something, and being pissed off. i've also seen keira in that jane austen thing she did, where she was also excellent. but i like her so far best as Elizabeth Swan... probably because i have such a fetish for that era of clothing. she looks like she could be in an adam ant video. thanks to jl for sending me this shot.