morrissey live

now this is how i like him. older, slightly graying, those handsome lines on his face in all the right places. he's just too damn hot. this was taken some time in the summerish months of his 2007 tour. i don't have too much information on this shot other than that. like, don't know which song he was doing. but i love his face. i love the open shirt, i just love him. so much sexier than he was in his Smiths days. just about perfect.

the calico wave

its late, ladies and gentlemen. so sweet dreams, only allow light thoughts, and i'll see you later. in the meantime, allow yourself to enjoy the simple prettiness of davy jones. i love you all. good-night.

hey mr. eurovision song contest man : neil innes - video

its weird. its queer. its strange. its even almost somewhat scary. but its also catchy as hell. here is neil innes and his polka-flavored stab at slightly-satirical pop. like his stateside counterpart michael nesmith, neil innes took full advantage of the video medium in the early 1980's and used it to explore the cinematic and lucrative possibilities that emerge when music and video are married. the 'innes book of records' made an unmistakeable mark and shook up the stage of pop marketing. i've chosen to showcase one of the more avant-garde slices. neil's theatrical makeup and his parade of pretty prepubescent girls traipsing amongst daisies and daffodils coupled with a richard-lester-esque brass band is nothing short of haunting. and the song is a killer, too. hey neil, drop me a line. i'd love to hear from you. (it comes on instantly, real loud, so be ready with the workplace volume control.)

david battley

you know him, you just don't know it. anyone who's ever seen 'willy wonka and the chocolate factory' no doubt remembers charlie's charismatic working-class teacher who made not only percentages but chemical reactions fun and easy to understand. i've known his face almost all of my life, but only recently did i realize how cool he was. he was one of the co-stars of neil innes's 70's BBC venture 'rutland weekend televsion.' in fact this still was taken from one of innes's musical numbers 'slaves of freedom,' which i think i've already posted. so here's to the late david battley. he was handsome, versatile, and very, very funny.

frankly i forgot

yes, i forgot another very important birthday. on april 19th, the imcomparable mr. tim curry turned 62, if my math is correct. one might expect me to say that i first noticed tim curry in his role of dr. frank-n-furter from the 1977 cult classic 'the rocky horror picture show,' but its hard for me to remember for sure. i remember hearing his name in association with 'annie' when it was released in '82. i think i must've seen him host SNL in the 70's, because my parents watched that all the time. but yes, in 1987, i fell in love with rocky horror, and the hot, trashy, lush, rough, strutting tim curry as dr. frank was the gorgeous centerpiece of it all. if it hadn't been for this man in that role, i might've lost my virginity much later. and most certainly with someone else. but thanks to tim curry, and the rocky horror midnight scene, my first lay was with my first love. and he knows who he is. (actually, everyone who reads this will probably know who it is. but i suppose now that's no surprise.) here's a shot i found of tim on the set, getting his hair done by ramon gow. i don't think i've ever seen it before. so dig it, and don't dream it, be it.

take a bow

here's a bookmark i made a long time ago. i think i was at jean-lucien's place when i put it together... and i remember it was before they'd moved their furniture around. the shot of morrissey on the top is taken from a dreamy still shot from the somewhat-official video for the infectuous smiths song 'sheila take a bow.' for those of you who've never heard it, do yourself a favor and dig up that song. its a pristine example of perfect english pop. the hazy female face in the center is none other than my own darling georgina hale from the ken russell masterpiece 'mahler.' i think it makes a groovy bookmark. so print it out, laminate it, and read something hot or scary. or maybe a MAD digest, they're always great.

o captain

it turns out i missed a birthday on april 16th, so i'd like to pause here and recognize the birthday of one of my first great loves; mr... (no, wait... is it sir? yes, i think so...) sir peter ustinov. of course, he died four years ago, but on the 16th he would've been...89? if my math is right. i think i first heard his voice on a disney recording of the 'cartoon fox' version of 'Robin Hood,' where he played the part of Prince John. i know i first saw him as hercule poirot in 'death on the nile.' i don't think there was ever a question of me being in love with him. i can never remember a time when i wasn't. this shot is from the 1962 film version of the melville classic 'billy budd,' where he starred as the pivotal captain vere. if you've never seen 'billy budd,' i can't oversell it. its thoroughly brilliant... a perfect film. i believe ustinov directed it. yes, he did. its one of those movies that's so riveting you forget you had water heating in the microwave for your coffee. i could go on and on about peter... he's so big and gorgeous and talented and sexy and...well, happy birthday, peter. sorry i'm a little late. i love you. god bless you. (...and just for the record : no, i don't think he's too big...at all. )

wifey

one of my main reasons for launching

'planetcool' was to celebrate all sorts of artists and talents that rarely, if ever, get celebrated. so tonight, i'm taking my jazzy bob fosse-styled derby off to miss leland palmer. this is a still i managed to shoot of her in fosse's 'all that jazz,' where she played joe gideon's (roy schieder's) wife. she's so fantastic in this part that i've always wondered why i never saw her in anything else. her dancing is first-rate, her beauty strange and striking, and her acting skills solid. every time she's on the screen in 'all that jazz,' she's the only one i'm watching. maybe she did a lot of stage work, i don't know. there's really not much information on her that i've been able to find. but i think she's incredible. every bit as hot as anne reinking. i captured this shot, then cropped it and tricked it. dig it.

these charming lads

so um, let me see if i can slide into the mood tonight with a cool bright notebook decoration jean-lucien made at least a year ago. i dig the vivid colors and naturally, the composition. from left to right, we've got adam ant, from the 'prince charming' video, then boz boorer and morrissey from a performance on jools holland's show from the early 90's, and in the orange square, mr. simon le bon. mmm, hot boys. nice.

bogart

what can i say? humphrey bogart, ladies and gentlemen. i've always loved him. he's so, sooo pretty. and i even like his voice. so here's to lovely humphrey. god bless him.

how the west was won and where it got us : r.e.m. - video

i love this song.

feathers

here's a lush and lovely cover to a playboy magazine. june 1974. we were not yet 2 years old. so dig the fine soft purple feathers and pretty face, and remember the days when girls could still be sexy without shaving and injecting plastic. we were real. some of us still are. amen.

mr. pascal

i don't remember exactly how long ago it was when i first saw the film 'big night.' i know i was working at the public library at the time, and i remember the impact it had on me. even to this day, i'm not sure why i have such a fondness for it.
here is a still frame of ian holm in his devious, genius portrayal of the rival business manager known only throughout the film as 'mr. pascal.' (i don't believe the script ever reveals his first name.) his character in this lesser-known independent film is complex, cold, cunning, and operates on an altogether separate playing field. ian makes 'pascal' nothing less than shakespearean. i've learned a lot from him.

handsome devil

i don't think i've posted this one yet, but if i have, please forgive me. sometimes one day blends into the next. it doesn't really mean anything. i was just playing with some pictures and this groovy slide is the result. my partner jean-lucien liked it so much he made a t-shirt out of it. the stars of this one are (clockwise) : georgina hale on top, then two morrisseys, then the very talented and slinky miss imogen claire at close to nine o' clock. if you 'click to enlarge,' i think you'll see the tiny but archaic words; '...the devil will find work for idle hands to do.' and just in case anyone is keeping score, my hands are hardly ever idle. amen.

gentleman jones

here's a lovely shot i found one night whilst pearldiving in the vast waters of the web. i have no idea who should be credited for it... i do know that the young man is terry jones. isn't he just gorgeous? i think he's the best-looking member of monty python, hands down. i've known 'python' all my life; and when i was younger and sillier, i think eric idle was my fave... but as i grew up, i realized terry jones was truly 'the fairest of them all.' they were all like big brothers or cousins to me. us. even now, if i'm feeling anxious or blue, just hearing some 'python' sets my central nervous system at an almost instantaneous peace. jean-lucien and i used to borrow 12" vynil comedy recordings from the public library when we were children, and we'd listen, hand in hand, in the humid summer carolina air, to those five familiar english voices, and fall into a cheerful sleep.

unite and take over

here's a artistic still frame i managed to nail with one shot. its taken from the highly recommended dvd 'the smiths : the complete picture.' needless to say, its morrissey doing one of my favorites; 'shoplifters of the world unite.' i was lucky enough to see him live in boston around halloween and he played this one... it felt like it was just for me. of course, my wild shoplifting days are over, but morrissey's beauty lives on. (?) after i froze this shot, i cropped it and tricked it to my personal taste. not only is the man a brilliant songwriter and singer, he's also one hell of a model. and although he's a little young for me in these early videos, he's still incredibly beautiful. so dig it... he is, after all, deservedly legendary.

adored

here's a collage i hope my partner jean-lucien doesn't mind if i post. it depicts morrissey being eveloped by an adoring fan sometime in the late 90's, set against a dazzling dreamy backdrop of scarlet and glitter. i'm consistently amazed at jean-lucien's ability to coax brilliant strange colors out of existing grain. his 'tricking' skills are out of this world. in this slide, he managed to maintain such a queer shade of blue alongside a supernatural red. the light he infused within the paper just pops off the page. and the cutting, the scissor skills are surgical. i've always said, if i ever find myself in a position to have someone besides a surgeon stitch my wounds, then i want jean-lucien, and ONLY him, to do the work. he is the best.

sultry sigourney

mmm, yes! i was never really attracted to miss weaver until i got heavily into the original

'alien.' something about her smart, brave, capable, no-makeup portrayal of ripley struck me as being very sexy indeed. maybe it was because sex appeal seemed to be the last thing on her mind. she reminded me a lot of myself on certain jobs i've held. cool, analytical, logical, and capable... all the while in tune with her sixth sense of danger. she can come to the slumber party anytime. (just for the record, i have no idea what movie this still is from.)

donald fagen : new frontier - video

wow. we've reached the snow-capped summit of 'cool.' this song calls up images of solitary dj's in lonely towers; scattered along the cool green and dark blue level playing fields of the glorious american southeast. it is an elixer to the ears. a 'cure-all' for any skittish stress accumulated 'on the road.' so settle in with your sweetheart and lock the doors, a common prayer should be enough to keep at bay any threat, however veiled, meant to fracture your duly earned tranquility.

here's to elsie marina

hey, i just realized this.... i believe miss marilyn monroe's finest per- formance was in the mostly underrated 1957 film (directed by none other than laurence olivier himself... ! ) 'the prince and the showgirl.' i could be mistaken, but i think it may have been my mother's favorite role of her's, too. marilyn played the working-class miss elsie marina. olivier played the pressured and palatial prince regent. i think i like it because it shows a virtually arranged marriage. he feels pressure to wed... he sees her, by chance, at the theater. she wants some security... but as luck would have it, ultimately, the currency doesn't matter. the odd pair comes to fall in love. and i'm going to challenge common opinion on this fact: the girl can act. the sequence about half way through of elsie going to the service at the church is, in my opinion, norma's finest drop of acting. dig it up if you can. she kills.

how does it feel?

...i like it, that's how it feels. this picture accurately captures the sense of liberty and tranquility i feel after having been granted my own place. all the interior walls are bare wood, allowing me the solid, (if not fanciful) fantasy of being in some kind of all-american frontier cabin. for most of my hours, my feet are (symbolically) up... i do as i please and i smoke under the stars. i know, i know i should be wary of romantasizing. after all, as a wise script once warned me, '...all glory is fleeting.'

amen.

forgiven

well, its officially sunday morning. and that being so, my thoughts turn to church. here is a still i snapped of morrissey in priest's garments. he dressed in the solemn collar and black vestments for the filming of his video for the lovely song 'i have forgiven jesus,' (which i might post if i can find a decent version.) i cropped the shot according to my own taste, and added the word. i have never had any difficulty admitting i'm a sinner. i only seem to run into resistance when i attempt to admit my trespasses to others. for some wild reason most people i know seem to think i'm some kind of goody-two-shoes. go figure.

shark ride

i hope my partner jean-lucien won't mind that i'm posting this. its one of the hand-made covers of one of his recent, brilliant books. he and i both write constantly... and jean-lucien does all... and i mean all of his stuff longhand. the sheer amount of inkstrokes he gets off in one day is truly remarkable. i think this book was a few months back. i love the wild scary juxtaposition of pink gabriel-era genesis on one side, and wide-mouthed squallus on the other. he never fails to entertain and inspire me. i mean, who would've thought to marry these two images for sheer artistic impact? my partner jean-lucien, that's who. (click to enlarge; it gets really big.)

fab smoke

tonight's featured smoker is paul mccartney, seen here with the gorgeous george harrison. i have to admit, i probably wouldn't have even tricked and saved this photograph if george hadn't been in it. i mean, don't get me wrong, i love 'beatle-era' paul, but george is way ahead of him on the 'fan' scale as far as i'm concerned. i mean, if someone asks me, 'hey, who's your favorite beatle?' ...like, before they can even finish the question, i'm naming my sweet george. i was born in 1972, and i have reason to believe the 'all things must pass' album was playing within earshot of my crib... so my ears knew george before they even heard the other three. so, dig this rare shot of the two of them... it looks like they're at a press conference, but i don't know for sure.

edgar

here is a gorgeous illustration of the writer edgar allen poe. i don't remember where i found it, so unfortunately, i cannot credit the artist. but my heart goes out to edgar. like myself, edgar struggled most of his life with mental illness. his demons found their way into all the tight and hidden corners of his dark life. he should've had a twin brother... i daresay it would've alleviated much of his anguish. still, his mark on american literature cannot be overstated. would we have ever had a stephen king if it hadn't been for poe? well, probably, but the world would've been much the worse had edgar not put down on paper what was rattling around in his head. i think out of all his works i've yet read, i was most taken with, (and indeed most shaken with) 'the cask of amontillado.' so here's to the cowering, towering dark genius of edgar allen poe. ...yes, for the love of god.

chained

here's a very cool still i snapped from morrissey's (highly recommended) concert dvd 'who put the m in manchester?' the man is sexy all over... even the back of his head is sexy. this moment comes just as the band launches into the smith's classic 'rubber ring.' i think the version on the dvd is every bit as good as the original track. in fact, i like it better. it sounds looser, easier, sexier than the earlier release. (and i'm not a huge fan of johnny marr, anyway.) i like this shot because i'm the kind of girl that gets a little fetishistic when she's attracted to someone. once i find someone sexy, every little thing about them ...indeed, even the nape of their neck, has the potential to drive me crazy. and again, i highly recommend the dvd.

thunderstruck

here's a stark stamp i just carved out tonight. i probably don't need to say that its miss bob dylan, around the time when she filmed the rolling thunder revue with the mysterious 'clara.' i love the shot. i'm so into him lately. so dig it, and i should have more for you tomorrow.

renaldo, hard - bob dylan - hard rain : video

here's an excerpt from the film 'renaldo and clara' featuring bob dylan. i love the way he looks.
i often find i don't know how to explain the mystic wide appeal of this shy man with wild tendencies.
i'm wooed so completely by his blatant disregard of polish. and, as if that weren't enough, he comes off as highly intelligent. plus, to an impressive degree, he seems fearless. i just love him.

duet

i sort of consider this a duet between morrissey and alphonse mucha. they are the only two pieces involved. i was sitting in class and just cut out a shot of morrissey with my precision bandage-quality scissors and glued him down on a scrap of a mucha work i already had on hand. the original of this one is a bit smaller than a credit card. its cool how the scanning process adds so much area. that's it. two scraps. that's all it takes.

fast shot

here's an example of what i call a 'blink-and-miss-it' shot of the very groovy michael nesmith and his amethyst-colored shades. if you watch the 'monkees in paris' episode, you'll see how fast this shot is. he's only on screen for literally a little less than 2 seconds. still, i was able to shoot him. after some mild tricking, he came out nicely. so here's to the complicated mr. robert michael nesmith. god bless him.

beaten

a pillowfight. i realize guys out there often fantasize about a gang of giggling girls getting at eachother by hard-flung pillows, thus allowing lots of upskirt pajama possibilities. well, girls like me often like to turn the tables and imagine our favorite pop lads engaging in similar celebrations of good-natured combat. so here's a very slashy shot of the fabulous four flinging the feathers around in a flagrant display of jocund fraternity. who wins this contest, you may ask? well, i believe its george; hands down... he's happily on the bottom, and only seems to be welcoming the oncoming crush of feathers, flesh, and clean cool hotel cottons. i miss pillow fights like this. perhaps i've had my last one... who knows?

(click to enlarge)

o, juliet

wow... i tried to post this last night, but there was that mysterious 'internal server error,' so this birthday wish is a little late. april 17 th was the 57th birthday of the timelessly lovely miss olivia hussey. i have never seen a more beautiful or vibrant juliet. this shot is from the standard-setting 1968 version of the shakespeare romantic tragedy. it was directed by franco zeffirelli, and wowed wide audiences then, with its daring teenage nudity. (her gorgeous ample bust makes her one stacked 13 year old. and yes, the original script indicates the play takes place some time before her 14th birthday.) so, happy birthday olivia. thou art the lovliest juliet yet.

ducky

here's a nice black and white shot i managed to cultivate from a frame of 'jeeves and wooster.' yes, that's the lush and lovely mr. hugh laurie as bertie wooster; up to his neck in hot water as usual. he's just gorgeous. i tried another version in color, but the grain worked better in black and white. and all this is 'pre-HOUSE.' like, i've been in love with hugh since some time around 1988.

wonder twin powers activate- the breeders : cannonball - video

here's one of the most infectuous songs in the last 20 years. the hot wild twins are kim and kelly deal. i know the song is hard, the song is jangling, the song is unladylike... but i think the song is impossible to resist. seriously, after all these years, i can't just listen to it once. like, i feel i always have to roll it 'one more time!' here's a note to my darling yuqing: are you curious to know what the inside of my head sounds like? well, this is it, like, 75% of the time. and you just can't beat a cool set of twins. check.

you've come a long way, rosemary

...baby! yes, its been a long time since i had a 'featured smoker,' and tonight its the complicated and highly cool miss mia farrow. if you've never seen 'rosemary's baby,' then you're missing one of the finest movies of that era... or indeed, of any other. i'm not sure where i snagged this shot; i've had it for a long time. she's so cute. so, everyone dig on miss mia... hey, she was once mrs. frank sinatra! (which i've always thought was a little bit odd, i mean... she doesn't seem like his 'type,' ...but i guess that goes to show, when it comes to attraction, anything goes. i mean, hey... two words: woody allen.) hey, don't get me wrong, i love woody. oh well, i'm getting a little verbose here. so dig on miss mia... so cool. but i must admit, i do think she was highly mis-cast in 'the great gatsby.' actually, i think redford was miscast, too. i always thought it would've had more impact had it been cast entirely with unknowns... but that's just my haughty cinematic opinion.

my sweet magnolia

michael nesmith, ladies and gentlemen. i am a proud, unafraid, devoted fan. i think its safe to say i loved mike at first sight. and i don't mean that in the 'teenybopper' sense. actually, i think it was his 'sound' that wooed me so completely. early monkee songs like the wild urgent 'sweet young thing,' are criminally underrated. seriously, listen to that song... forget everything you know about the tv band... and just appreciate the rawness he was able to get away with. that song is so complicated...i don't know where to start with any kind of coherent analysis. it even manages to jab at a bagpipe sound around the solo. i must admit, i'm not sure how much control michael had over the final production of that track, but it IS a michael nesmith composition, and he does sing his heart out... sometimes i wonder how that song made it onto their first release. i think its hardcore. i'll see if i can find a decent version to post. until then, all my blessings michael.

the lighter side of the 'school night'

here's a snippet from the wonderful dave berg, featured in the legendary MAD magazine. i can't say enough about dave berg and the hours of levity i enjoyed reading and re-reading... and re-reading the 'lighter side of...' strips. his attention to detail, particularly his rendering of interiors like bedrooms and living rooms, etc., just rang so cunning and true to life. i loved his use of fine lines and well-planted visual jokes. anyway, this strip just underscores a phenomena of adult life that i believe has yet to get old; even 18 solid years since graduation. seek out vintage MAD's... they're so worth it. (try comic book shops.) ...and click-to-enlarge.

the honeymine

i wanted something orange, so i found this tremendously cool piece jean-lucien assembled at least two years ago. i love the honeyed, drowzy feel of it. film lovers might recognize miss jenny agutter (upper left) from the staggering masterpiece 'walkabout,' and in the lower right, there's a lovely blonde austrailian schoolgirl from the haunting movie 'picnic at hanging rock.' i really should sit down and screen 'picnic' sometime. its supposed to be all like, mysterious with a plot that 'leaves you guessing.' i know this for certain: there are endless white ruffled dresses, long teenage 'girl' hair, and frilly petticoats; so you can bet i'd be on the proverbial 'front lines' for that. anyway, dig it.

cute salute

i've had some positive feedback recently on a collage i posted a while back featuring silent screen legend louise brooks. but i must confess, my heart really belongs to clara bow. here's a lovely lavender slice of notebook art jean-lucien made using one of my older clara bow tributes as part of the background. i should know more about clara. i'm not sure if that's even her real name. her life was a long train of mixed blessings... which was not uncommon amongst hollywood darlings around that time. in any case, i wanted a swath of something purple so i dug this up. even though its small and quite a few years old, i still think its gorgeous. so, here's to you, miss clara.

sweater girl

yeah, i have to admit, i've been sort of fixated on boobs lately... yesterday i went bra shopping,

and wow, like... i went up a size or two. i think i may be the first double D in the family since like, possibly ever. so, i found this sexy shot of miss lana wood in a tight turtleneck sweater, just to remind myself that you don't have to look like damn gwenyth paltrow to be desireable. now, i'm not saying i look exactly like miss wood here, but in all humility, i must admit, i'm comparable. and since i'm committed not to show my face here, please dig on miss lana wood, and appreciate the fact that its not that far off.

bass and drums

so... its late. i'm really not feeling that keen and slightly psychedelic, somewhat metaphysical inspiration. so forgive me if i just mark the day with something like a handmade slice of notebook art featuring morrissey's former drummer and the monkees bassist. peace.

a fifth of ian

here's a screen capture jean-lucien took from 'the fifth element' a long time ago. the quality of the grain and contrast is impressive. it is of course, sir ian holm as father vito cornelius. what a talent... even in this flash, one frame, he manages to express so much. like bogart or rudolph valentino or... dare i compare him to the miraculous gong li? that may be too much like comparing apples and mandarin oranges, still... its a lovely still.

cool wars

my parter sent me this nicely-cropped never-before-seen-by-me bit of star wars artwork. i dig the color and the composition. its wild, how much star wars-related artwork that's floating around our 'galaxy.' i just dig it when i see something like this that i know i've never seen before. so dig it. and may the force be with you.

wonderful

the lovely leggy lynda carter, ladies and gentlemen. she's unreal. she's welcome to the slumber party anytime. i don't really have too much to say about lynda, i mean, i think this picture says it all. they just don't make 'em like they used to, am i right mates? mmm, wonderful.

click to make her bigger.

employed

welcome to my job. you're lookin' at it. credit goes to the artist, the incomparable alphonse mucha.

dora's night off

nothing new tonight, lovers. i'll be back soon. kisses.

lee

i was trying to think of an image... a persona, that would seem appropriate to match the jangling, loose, wild genius sonic patchwork of captain beefheart and his magick band. i chose miss lee remick... she has knowledge of the devil... the mark of kazan, and the dreamlike measured standard of sondheim. in short, she's got blood, she's got razor wire, finesse, and the enamaled certainty of practiced talent.

captain beefheart and his magic band : 'i'm gonna boolgarize ya' - video

here's a wild and duly frightening piece of sound from the one and only don van vliet. (and his band.) the captain is the big bad wolf. i'm willing to take my chances. i am not afraid of ugliness; only scrutiny, irrationality, and insecurity gives me pause.

basic beatles

i might as well sign off tonight with the basic beatles.

good-night, and here comes the sun.

peace

george harrison : any road - video

i love this song. i love the video. i love george. amen.

warm wave

ahhh, why the hell not... i'm getting sleepy, so here's a cherry-lipped screen capture of the tambourine man of the monkees, miss davy jones, attempting to be cute and witty in his lemon-colored sweater. i think davy was underestimated when it came to being just straight-up funny. i know he made me laugh just as often as the group's 'official' funnyman, mr. micky dolenz. i think davy was a cute scream like, nearly all the time. so dig on him, and dig up some monkees to dig on, too. and god bless davy jones.

perfectly frank

i've been watching the 80's movie 'clue' a lot lately. i suppose i should be embarassed that i know it by heart, but i'm not. i really don't care. but because of that, i figured it was cool to feature a shot of the mulit-talented mr. tim curry, all dolled-up as dr. frank-n-furter from the stage production of 'the rocky horror show.' i wonder someone will try to remake that movie. hey, maybe tim burton should do it... i mean, why the hell not? don't tell me people wouldn't line up in droves to see johnny depp up on 'the big screen' in complete and total drag... oh, wait... they already have. i almost forgot about willy wonka.

reflected

i'm not sure how old jools holland was when this picture was taken. what a cute little talented duckling he is. i think this was taken sometime in his earlier 'squeeze' days. i like him because i get the feeling he finds himself rather beautiful. such fine skin, such quick fingers. what a curious voice. such nice lips. mmm, my 'thing' for short guys flares up hot just thinking about him. i'm not sure why i have such a fetish for shorter guys. perhaps it's because the biggest jerk i ever went out with was like, 6 foot 5. all i know is i have some sort of attraction between 5' and 5' 6''. i'm pretty sure ian holm squeezes in there nicely. i think tim curry comes pretty close. bob hoskins? i'm not sure... i've never like, sought out that information.

good witch bad witch

...all of them witches. i wasn't really thinking about witches when i assmebled this piece over ten years ago. i wasn't really thinking about it meaning anything. back then, i had to work with the scraps i had. i couldn't alter color or size or sharpness or anything. but still, i think i got a nice result. i suppose the lilian gish and julie andrews above could be like good witches of the north, opposed to the unscrupulous guy woodhouse at the bottom, with a pair of hungry bisexual wenches somewhere in between. i'm not sure why i included jfk up there, unless he was supposed to represent conscience or whatever. but i totally don't think i was thinking of that in any kind of concrete way. i think i just needed or wanted a splash of purple. click to enlarge.

valmont

hey, who doesn't love john malkovich as valmont? girls, are you with me on this one? you know you love his fancy, slinky, manipulative, cold-hearted ways. if i was like, more awake, he'd probably get a much finer verbal tribute from me. hey, i'm not gonna lie, although i do love my darling cake-like valmont, i'm kind of posting stuff tonight until my p.m. 'anti-crazy' pills kick in and i feel like actually going to bed. but hey, valmont would probably consider it a very fitting tribute that just the sight of him makes me want to go to bed. the only thing that was missing from his portrayal of valmont was an explicit masturbation sequence or a man-on-man make-out sequence... and maybe one other kind of scene, but i'm not going to get into that here.

venus and mars

what a picture... what a couple of mad geniuses these two are. that's ann-margret on the left, looking very ...ahuh, smashing, if you'll pardon the pun, and the wild master himself, mr. ken russell on the right. this was taken some time during the filming of the great rock opera 'tommy.' if you've ever seen the movie, then you know what happens to that all-white room they're posing in. i often wondered if they filmed 'the scene' last, or if there was perhaps more than one white set built. because i seriously doubt they let ann and the chocolate and beans and suds have one take, then went through the trouble of cleaning everything up. this picture struck me because i've never seen it before, even though i've seen the movie more times than i can count. i wish i could remember where i found it, but sadly i don't.

tuesday

i'm took a couple of nights off. more soon...

almadora