mirror mirror

hey, i'm still not exactly raving with inspiration. but i gotta post something... so um, i guess i'm gonna promote one of my favorite films again. yes, jean-lucien took this lush screen capture quite a while ago. its from roeg's hippy masterpiece 'performance.' in this shot we've got, from left to right... anita pallenberg as the hazy pherba, then chaz's half-disguised reflection in the mirror, then turner's (mick jagger's) reflection reading a book, then chaz himself, with the blood of a magic mushroom sluicing through his brain. yeah, by this time in the movie, chaz is submerging so fast he can't make sense of it anymore. psychedelically speaking. i love the silky colors jean-luc found in the grain. he's really got an 'eye.' (but not like the creepy 'eye' in 'clash of the titans.' ) (?) i like the way he manged to get them all in the same shot. you know, i grew up scrutinizing all the 'movie'-related books in all my school and public libraries growing up, and i always marveled at some of the whunky, bland shots that were used to illustrate the text. jean-luc constantly proves to me that, with a little talent, and affection of the subject matter, you can really get some gorgeous, relevant pictures. (click to gorgeously enlarge)

splish

tonight i went swimming outside in the inlet for the first time this year. after a hot day, the water was blessedly cold when i slipped into it at sunset. the skyline was striped with dogwood pink and fading tangerine, beneath an oncoming cloak of bruised darkness. at first, it was so cold i gasped, but after dunking my head completely, all i felt was a glorious cold that settled into every vein, every cell. i've always been a good swimmer, so i reached and stroked and swam against the heft of the water easily. wow... it felt wonderful. for about a half an hour, i lolled and floated and kicked and splashed... feeling wealthier than i've felt in a long time. my house, just yards away up the hill. cars rolling over the bridge within sight. after dark, i went in, showered, then put in my copy of nicolas roeg's 'walkabout' to take a still frame of miss jenny agutter in her lyric gorgeous swim sequence. i felt like she feels, and its hard for me to be in the water without hearing the john barry score in my head. so tranquil.

can ash say something?

DALLAS:

"...Parker, will you just listen to the man? (2-3-4) ASH: "...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares..." (whispering) "...no money." yes, the sexy and devious Ash puts forth a cool, logical lever: money... convincing the materialistic Parker and the working-class Brett to 'go in' and investigate the mysterious 'acoustical beacon.' needless to say, it is far from a routine investigative excursion. yes, as many of you know, the eggs they find, although artfully hidden, are a far cry from the gaily painted shells of 'earth' easter. (mm, what the hell am i talking about? hey, give me a break, i'm in the middle of 'big move,' and spent most of the day going through dusty boxes of my own mess.) but hey, Ash is still sexy, so... (click to enlarge)