john lennon is f***ing around

yeah, anyone who's ever flirted with the idea of being a beatles fan, has probably learned that they, (particularly early in their career) were encouraged to f*** around! often it was with props... like umbrellas, fake moustaches, canes, hats, coathangers, fruit, or in this case, naked broken baby dolls. yes, before the fab four realized that they, and not their publicity machine, had the 'power,' they were often subjected to the lamest of awkward photo opportunities. this shot is a good example. it looks like an outtake from the infamous 'butchered babies' cover... which i've never seen one of. i mean, i've never seen a real one, like one that was mid-60's released-before-it-was-banned. i think its hilarious that john has obviously put his own little rectangular stoner shades on the weirdy plastic baby. man, it gets more surreal the more i think about it. like, when john was brushing his teeth that morning, did he know he was going to be posing with busted naked dolls? the world is weird.

spooky bootleg

yeah, you know i love bootlegs. (mainly where records and videos are concerned.) there used to be these great record and video conventions held in local hotels in the greensboro, high point, winston-salem area in my fond home of north carolina. jean-lucien and i would fill up our sky blue honda accord and head out with cash in hand to see what we could 'score.' and we snagged some good stuff. but ultimately, that's really not the point. the point is bootlegs. japanese, dutch, italian, you name it... some of the coolest stuff seemed to be floating around out there at all times. here's a japanese bootleg i found a picture of. i assume its the 'exorcist' soundtrack, but since i don't read japanese, who knows? it could be some release from damn 'soundgarden' or something. (i don't own any soundgarden... in fact, at the risk of seeming ignorant, i'm not sure what they sound like. metal? mmm, who cares?) anyway, i like this image, so i saved it. linda blair was really a beautiful girl. oh, if you click to enlarge, you'll see i've added my own 'translation' to the japanese script in red white and blue.

dangerous letter

ummm, i don't have a lot of ideas tonight, but since i've had 'dangerous liaisons' on semi-heavy rotation, i thought a sexy picture of john malkovich as valmont couldn't hurt. here he is writing a sly, manipulative letter on a concubine's ass. but man, he looks good doing it. i know the long hair is a wiggety-wig... john hasn't had a full head of hair since he was like, nineteen years old. but yeah, if john actually walked around looking like that, he'd be dragging girls clinging to his ankles through the new york-and-LA-streets. but not only would i need a wig and costume, but a time machine. (...mmm, story of my life.) yeah, after all these years, john-as-valmont has a place in my drastically romantic, almost-self-destructively romantic heart. he would sooo 'have me.' and its also a fun movie for me because michelle pfeiffer's character doesn't have the easiest time. which is cool, because she gets on my nerves. if you ask me, out of the three principal player's fates, i think valmont's is the easiest. in short, i think he wins 'the war.'

neil innes : frontloader - video

hey wow, so it looks like i have the ability to post videos again. (this sweet machine is so fickle.) so here's one i've wanted to post for a long time. and since thursday is my laundry day, and since i've neglected it two weeks in a row, i really need to 'no excuses' get my clothes in there, i thought i'd let the witty neil innes and his mona lisa leather jacket take us to the laundrette. groovy. (there's a bit of rwt in the beginning, the music starts at about 20 seconds, so let it roll.)

blue, but i love you

i'm a little blue and worn out tonight. but i love you all and hope to be back in form tomorrow.

kisses and hugs.

ann in leather

hey, you can't go wrong with a cool, groovy, rare-to-the-eyes shot of the firecracker that IS miss ann margret. as you can see, here she is posing in some skin-tight, fringey black leather cowgirl gear. she looks amazing, as usual. i added the colored dots in photoshop for the hell of it. man, out of all the shots i've seen of ann in my entire life; like if you added up all the pictures i've seen of her like, ever... i think there'd only be less than three 'bad ones.' i have no idea if this was for a movie or what, and i really don't care. she's just like, butterscotch-and-or-tangerine eye candy. she looks great for october. crack your whip and ride on, miss ann... you are the crucialest.

caine smokes

yeah, i haven't posted a celebrity smoker in a while. so i thought i'd post this shot of the man who gave

'cockney' class, mr. michael caine, going all 'dragon' on a big cigar, whilst his dishy cockney mate bob hoskins stands by, very successfully rivaling mr. caine's hotness. hey, if i was playing a hot game of 'who would you rather f***, then i gotta admit, for me, its a hands-down blow-out. i'll take hoskins every chance i get. yeah, you might disagree, but i've just got a wild thing for hot bob. i love this shot... it's got that kray-brothers british gangland thing going for it. and if you click to enlarge, and look closely, i think it says something about 'erotica' and 'striptease' on the wall behind them. mmmm, i think i'll take 'em both, and proclaim monday night as 'slut-night.' (mmm, what the hell am i talking about?)

mystery girl

we're all beatle fans here, right? i mean, lucynell... you love the fab four, so i'm sure you're very familiar with this. yes, its the back cover of their ...last? second-to-last? record, 'abbey road.' i have to admit, i never wondered who the chick breezing by in the blue skirt was. but i found out. reportedly, the shape belongs to none other than my darling, miss sylvie vartan, who served as the opening act for the boys when they toured europe... back before they stopped touring. apparently, they kept in touch and everything over the years. and rumor has it she was hanging around with them when the album photography was going on, and managed to jump into the frame. so yeah, it seems i 'knew sylvie,' before i knew sylvie. hey, looking at this picture puts me in the mood... to do what, you may ask? it puts me in the mood to roll 'abbey road!' the b-side to that record is amazing. (mmm, no 's' .)

hey, hey...whatever

okay, i know all of you are aware this hasn't been a great week for me, so be kind when you think about how the postings suck recently. like, i found this a while ago, and it struck me funny. i think lucy and atarieyes both know jean-lucien and myself are, and have always been, huge Monkees fans. in fact, i'd be amazed if they'd since met two people more keen on the Monkees that jean-luc and i. still... this is frickin' hilarious. as i said, i am a huge, very loyal Monkees fan, but even i have never heard of this release. and i am very unclear. yes, its 'the Micker,' all mid-eighties solo with his chart-topping hit, 'love light.' i've never heard it. and who is he kidding with his smarmy eye-contact facial expression? does he think he's sexy or something? and what's with the hand half-down the waistband of his pants? its almost like the camera 'suprise-clicked' on him just when he was about to scratch his 'goods,' and he was all like, "...oh, hey...hi there, i um..." (gulps real hard) "...i didn't know you were gonna take the picture, i was um..." (long pause) "...just about to scratch the ol'... ballsac." long awkward pause. CUT. anyway, i hope you guys can see the humor in it.

deelish-ishness

man, i'm having trouble posting videos and some other stuff. and i still feel kind of blue because of the kitty-puss. so i figured a little puss-cake would be easy on the eyes and all that. so i found this shot of some chick posing in her sexy lingerie. that shade of almost-purple pink, it seems like that exact shade went out with the 80's. i love it... that barbie-pink shade. i love the way you can see the tiny details and wrinkles in the fabric. i haven't worn something like that since the late 1980's myself. i have no idea who this chick is. i assume she was in playboy. i love her dreamy pose, and the fact that you can see the door to her front yard or whatever. real cute stuff. enjoy.

jane

for some reason, there's been a lot of james bond stuff on tv today. i guess there's a new bond movie coming out or something. i haven't really been paying attention. but i love 'bond girls' as much as the next guy. so here's a slinky windswept shot of a young jane seymour i found whilst pearldiving one night. actually, i don't think this shot was from the bond film she was in. i'm not even sure i know which one it was. i think it was the one with like, tarot and voodoo undertones, with yaphet kotto. i don't feel like looking it up right now. but i figured a little cheesecake wouldn't hurt. if you ask me, jane is sort of like, a hazelnut cheesecake. (if that makes any sense.) i know her best from the christopher reeve film 'somewhere in time.' but she looks great here, doesn't she? so dig on jane. i actually really love this photograph. i mean, even if she wasn't famous or anything, the picture is great exotic cheesecake. she's mysterious-deelish. (click to enlarge)

berg for the heck of it

hey, we can all use a little shot of humor. god knows i can this week. so i found this classic dave berg strip i haven't posted yet. it's from vintage MAD magazine, of course. and its a short joke, but one i think we can all relate to in one way or another. i love the attention to detail... like the suburban house the kid's running in front of in the first frame. i love the bitchy look on the mom's face in the second frame. and in the third frame, well, first, i love the stick-lamp living room lighting-pole thing off to the side. i'm pretty sure my house had some lights like that at one point. and the icing on the cake is the way the kid invites us in, via looking straight out of the frame to make eye-contact with the reader. and he doesn't have a caption; because he doesn't need one. the drawing says it all. i just love it. (click to enlarge)

arlena

you'll have to bear with me for the next few days. i'm giving myself a pass as far as being too 'deep' or meaningful. i just want to get my skates back on, lace them up tight, and start moving again. so here's a shot i captured and tricked myself of the lovely, leggy miss diana rigg as the doomed diva arlena marshall in the great agatha christie film 'evil under the sun.' here she is checking in to the hotel. her diva rival (maggie smith, playing the hotel proprieter) has just said, referring to mrs. marshall's vacation; "...do have a good, long, peaceful rest...arlena." mmm, the foreshadowing-of-death is palpable. i think the costume is hilarious. she's on this tropical island where its apparently supposed to be 'summer hot,' and she's in this heavy, zebra-striped get-up with a tight skirt, long sleeves, black hose, gloves, and a damn hat with glam netting on it. man, she's a 'bitch on wheels' in this movie. i love it. bitch on, arlena. well, until you get killed.

ragged

i want to start by thanking my friends for saying such nice things about milkyboots. you would've dug her, she was a very great, calm, expressive, affectionate cat. now, i have to somehow pick my chin off the ground and move on. understandably, i had no idea what to post next. (milkyboots is an impossible act to follow.)

but you've gotta put one foot in front of the other and go on. so i thought i'd post this photo jean-lucien sent me a few days ago. hey, its a duran duran 'fan scarf!' hey, i'll bet that's real silk folks, what d'ya say? born in britain, but mmmade-ity-made, made in china. (fabrique au chine) (?) i think i can say with certainty that i never had one of these jive-ass scarves. but at least it was a photo screened on there instead of a 'photo-like drawing.' (atarieyes, you know what i'm talking about.) and i'm not surprised the owner of the scarf didn't iron it first. it was probably comprised of such highly-plasticized fibers that it would melt into some kind of bastardized toxic 'pancake syrup' if it came in contact with a hot surface. they all looked pretty great in that photo shoot though. even andy. (ouch.)

good-bye milkyboots

my milkyboots died today at 4:31. i was there with her, holding her paw. she was 15 years old, but i'd only had her for about five months. i loved her like crazy. she loved me too. sleep well, milkity-boots...

and thank you.

the night's been stolen

yes, tonight's report has been stolen by dashing highwayman, adam ant. it was my report he wanted, and my report he shall have! yeah, i took this shot from the great 'stand and deliver' video. i added the little skull thing with a 'wingding' key or something like that which i stumbled onto whilst trying to do something else. and in the words of that guy from 'xanadu,' "...i liked it, so i used it." i'm still pretty exhausted, so i don't know if i'll post much more, but all you guys are in my thoughts.

she's tired

i am tired. tired of playing the game. ain't it a fwiggin' shame... ah, you know the rest. well, i wanted to post something tonight, just to mark my place. so here's a nice shot of greta garbo.

i love you all, and thank you all for loving me.

roxy comix

nothing tonight, lovers. i've been staying up too late, and its caught up with me. gotta sleep.

in the meantime, dig on this comic illustration of glam-era bryan ferry and the rest of the roxy music blokes.

john vs. john

umm, i know i'm gonna get hit for this, but i think i choose john malkovich. especially in that outfit. but seriously though, if john l. and john m. got into a no-holds-barred fight to the death, i might bet on mr. lennon in that instance. he seems to have enough stuffed and buried rage to slaughter at least malkovich and damn keanu. (who was also in 'liaisons,' in case you forgot.) anyway, i hope you dig this slice of 'john-on-john' notebook art. okay, this is probably gonna be the last one i write tonight, so all of you be good, and i'll see you back here soon. i love you all.

ride, julie, ride!

um, yeah i really don't feel like i need to say much about this one. i mean, i think the hilarity speaks for itself. i mean, who rides a motorcyle in an ugly bathing suit? and what's with the helmet? i mean, yeah, knowing if you wipe out on a motorcycle doing like, 75 miles an hour, you need to be concerned about head injuries. yeah, you can wisely not worry about massive, shredding injury to your 'bathing-suit-nude legs' that leaves them looking like a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. and the full face of make-up will ensure you look your best when they pull your torso out from the gears of a tractor-trailer truck. i have no idea if this idiotic pose was some kind of promotion for some movie... like, i don't remember her making any movie with a slew of 'biker gang' scenes. in bathing suits. hey, you all know i love julie, but i still dig being totally unclear about this one.

parsely, sage, rosemary ...and le bon

okay, i think i already mentioned this hasn't been the happiest day for me, and i could use a laugh, so figured maybe one or two of you out there that might also think this is as funny as i thought it was when i found it. i mean, it seems like such an obvious joke, but the visual image helps a lot. and you know i love paul simon's 'songwriting mind,' but if we're talking about the 'male hotness' category, simon le bon is definitley a 'face' upgrade. and i dig the fact that whoever posted it used a cute shot of syme... but i think everything below the neck, like the shoulders and sweater, i think that was 'all paul.' hey, her name is 'mrs. robinson,' and she 'dances on the sand.' whatever. and i think it also helps the humor factor that mr. le bon has this overly-serious, even menacing, 'ultra-cool' expression on his face. he's dead bloody serious about his folk-rock hits.

take me away

umm, okay, i think most of us out there remember those old ads for Calgon bath stuff. i remember my old grandmother in morganton, nc used to have a pink-themed box under the sink in her old house. i think i remember wanting to sneak some in MY bath, so that i'd be glamorous 'like in the commercial,' but i think, even back then, i suspected my mother or somebody would smell all the perfumey-ness and ask me about it. so i think i just washed my hands with some on the 'down low.' and even that small amount was like, strong enough to give me a headache. she also had some hand lotion in a decorative glass dispenser shaped like a partially-shucked ear of corn. (?) was it supposed to be like, 'country-homey' or was it somehow supposed to suggest it would make your hands 'silky,' like as in 'corn silk?' probably not... it was more likely just a tacky design concept. oh, and one more thing about washing my hands with the Calgon... maybe it was because of some kind of chemical reaction thing, but when i started to lather with it, the wet powder got really hot in my hand. weird. (oh, and by the way, that chick sitting in that champagne glass full of scented soap is probably gonna get a bitch of a urinary tract infection.)

blue psychology

blue is right. i feel pretty blue. i'm pretty sure my old cat 'milkyboots' is really, seriously thinking about cat heaven. so i've been trying to look after her and keep her as comfortable as i can. she's not doing so good. so, i might not be my witty, cheeky, highly-productive self for a while. but i can still post a groovy psychology book from the 70's. i didn't have to trick it much. umm, i don't have much else to say about it except that it seems like a pretty interesting book. and the Escher illustration is cool. but that almost goes without saying. (that is an Escher, isn't it?)

truman show

i think this picture is hilarious... i don't know why, i just do. i've you've visited 'planetcool' recently, you may have noticed i dig shots of celebrities caught 'unawares' at the legendary Studio 54. so, a few nights ago, i found this shot of the talented and eccentric novelist truman capote collapsed in some kind of bathrobe garment alongside an unlikely female starlet. does he have on like, bedroom shoes and a straw hat?? whatever you think you look good in, man. he looks like he doesn't want to be recognized if he can help it. good luck, i mean, you're truman capote. and what's with the sleek and sexy carrie fisher-resembler sitting there? was she hoping to turn on his 'straight' side or something? i have only two words for her: lost cause. seriously, he looks like he was shanghai'ed as he stepped out of his shower at home and just dumped there. and what do you suppose could be in that big white bag? party-enhancing chemicals? some brilliant manuscript brought there purely by accident and used to make confetti for when the white horse and rainbow-painted twinks prance out? who knows. still, i know i might be alone in this one, but i think the picture is a scream. (oh, and just to give truman some due credit; i've read 'in cold blood,' and i thought it was some very daring and spare poetic genius. a lethal, potent piece of storytelling. really effective stuff... but that doesn't mean this picture isn't hilarious.) click to enlarge.

art in red

here's a cool slice of notebook art i just dug up from my archives. jean-lucien sent it to me a long time ago. from left to right we have the red-tricked shot of georgina hale as alma mahler from ken russell's 'mahler,' then a slice of morrissey from the 'dagenham dave' video, then an unknown elongated female shadow. i love it. it has a dazzling stained glass effect. just gorgeous. and no, i don't think it 'means' anything... its just beautiful for art's sake. (click to enlarge)

happy birthday susan

yeah, i just noticed that today is susan sarandon's 62nd birthday. so, since i dig her, i thought i'd post a little tribute. i do think she's beautiful, and i do think she can act. and man, she's really stuck in there, hollywood-wise, and established herself as a movie star in the classic sense. i can't remember the first time i noticed her. it must've been like, the first time 'pretty baby' was run on HBO, because i know i watched that. even though i was like, nine years old or something, our mother let us watch everything. (and i thank her for it.) and of course she was hotly prominent in my full-throttle 'rocky horror picture show' days and nights. and i dug her nude-and-lesbo-curious ways in 'the hunger,' and nude-and-hetero-wanton ways in 'bull durham,' and her semi-nude-pg-13-ways in that marvelous turkey, 'the witches of eastwick.' and let's not forget her never-nude-gun-shooting-girl-power-ways in 'themla and louise.' yeah, i can't help it, i love 'the suze.' happy birthday susan, and thanks for all those cool and groovy 'greensboro-high point-winston-salem-augusta-georgia' movie nites!

caroline munroe

hey, you might not think you know her, but you do. she's the english cult movie actress caroline munroe. i don't think i've seen any of her movies, apart from the hilarious and very much 'worth a look' christopher lee vehicle 'dracula, a.d. 1972.' yes, most of us know her as the buttoned-up female reporter in the classic adam ant video 'goody two shoes.' she's the one who ends up like, stereotypically 'letting her hair down' and gets slutty all because of the pirate-styled charms of mr. ant. and here, she seems to be hawking some rum. do you think she's got enough eyeliner on? and really, who pours a drink that way? with like, their arm at a 90 degree angle, without looking down at what she's doing? hey bitch, you might spill it. man, i'm sleepy. this might be the only thing i post tonight. so dig it.

a little valmont

yeah, my energy seems to have like, split on me. i was all set to really post a bunch of crap, but i just don't have the steam. so i dug kind of deep in my files and found this cool screen capture of john malkovich as valmont. man, its too bad he can't go around dressed like that, like 24-7. so sexy. i don't even have anything clever or witty to say about it. but i figured i couldn't go wrong. so dig him, and hopefully i'll have more for you tomorrow night. i love you all.

duran duran - secret oktober : audio-video

here's one of the more splendid and acclaimed duran duran b-sides. its called 'secret oktober,' and i had it on a vinyl b-side. simon sounds florid and hot and the beat is easy and dark. this is a great transfer, audio-wise. and it is, after all, october. i love you all.

sea green playmate

so, my inclusion of undressed females seems to be rather popular so far. in that case, i don't feel too appre- hensive about posting this sudsy, lovely darling from the mid-70's pages of playboy. i have to confess, i don't know her name. but i think she's curvy and cool and presumably 100% real. what a great shape she has, and what a comely pretty face. i love the sleek shine on her long hair. i love the peek of an old-fashioned quilt on the bed beneath her body. i like the sunlight through the window, suggesting a 'daytime' tumble. she's beautiful. whoever and wherever you are, honey... thanks for having the nerve to take your clothes off, so young girls like me would have some concept of aphrodite and the glory of the female form. very sweet. (and as i've often said before, please don't flag me... they're only 'human boobs.')

soldier jane

yeah, i looove jane fonda. i love her sweet sexy looks, i love her 'power to the people' political dealings. i wasn't too big on her when she 'went fitness,' ( ala 'body fusion') but i loved her as the original electric barbarella, i loved her hooking it up in 'klute,' and i loved her playing it 'calm' in '9 to 5.' she's truly great-looking. just for your information, she made this amazingly cheesy movie in 1962 called 'the chapman report' which was a not-so-thinly-veiled picture about the kinsey report. (it also starred shelley winters, henry daniell, and cloris leachman, if you can imagine.) jane plays a painfully frigid housewife who seeks therapy to find out why she can't have an orgasm. and she smokes a lot and wears amazing hats whilst spilling her 'frigid housewife' guts to her therapist. i've only seen it once, but i'd love to see it again. i remember it as a super-entertaining cheese-fest. but she looked great in it... very young and pretty. rock on, soldier jane. i dig you the most. (and did you see her in 'they shoot horses, don't they?' man, what a hard movie that was.)

mort drucker encore

i posted this one a long time ago, like in march... but since it was buried so deep in the archives, i wanted to post it again. again, in a shameless play for lucynell's attention. i wanted to make sure she sees it. it's a late 1970's ad from 'seventeen' magazine for pursettes tampons. and i'm too young to remember pursettes ever being on the shelves. but i love the ad. most of you will certainly recognize the work of the great mort drucker, who drew most of the movie parodies for MAD magazine. if i was going to run down all the aspects of the ad i find hilarious, i'd just end up quoting the whole thing, so here it is. if you 'click to enlarge' you should be able to read all the copy. the main girl, (the one with the tampon problem) has an ali mcgraw thing going on. its great. so dig it. (oh, and just a last note... you can see in the third frame the girl with the ponytails mentions that the 'pons are 'pre-lubricated.' with what? i mean, that must not've proved to be a hit with the american chicks, because i've never heard of a 'pon being pre-lubricated since.)

fab vote

okay folks... here's the question: one photograph, four beatles, one winner. in other words, according to you, which liverpudlian lovely wins the 'hotness' contest? judging on this photo alone, who do you think is the dreamiest and creamiest? normally, i cast my vote for george almost like, by default, on account of he's my overwhelming favorite like, 99% of the time. but in this shot, since george is doing something weird with his mouth, i think i'm gonna have to give it to john, john, mr. johnnity-john winston lennon. he's very cute when he smiles like that. and he seems to be having a great time, too. he can't wait to get his hands on some cool american cigarettes, some sweet dollars, and his choice of some 'barely-legal' screaming and hysterical yankee panties. paul and richard don't look so bad either. i hate to say it, but now that i really take a good look, my sweet george comes in a close 4th. sorry george, you know i love you the most. (click to enlarge)

paperback smut

i love paperback book covers. my mates and i know those bygone joys of prowling through the wild stacks at the second-hand run-down smut establishment, 'atlas book exchange.' and thanks to this wild machine, thousands upon thousands of book covers can be had for the diving. i love this one. i love the colors, and the artwork is actually quite good. and the chick is cleavage-sexy in her black bustier. and the copy on the front is hilarious. since the print is faint and small, i'll quote it here. it says: '...the doctor knew all about women and he solved their sex problems in a most unique manner. his beautiful receptionist also had a problem - Lesbianism.' mmm, i don't know too many lesbians who would see that as much of a problem. i can just see k. d. lang on the couch now. kd: "...i don't know what's wrong with me, doctor... i just keep diving into chick-flesh. you've got to help me...!" yeah, i think most of them are pretty cool with it. and i think its funny because the whole thing seems to suggest that he's planning on screwing her, and then she'll like, 'snap out of it,' her desire for late 60's lady-action. like, only a 'real man' can turn her around. hilarious.

morrissey in profile

i really should post more shots of my darling morrissey. here's a screen capture i took from my 'who put the m in manchester?' dvd. it was originally in color, but i thought it was more striking in black and white. what a face. what a difference a little bit of age makes. so handsome. in this shot, i think he's singing the amazing, dreamy slow song, 'i'm not sorry.' its a great song. i might post it if i can find this exact version. i don't really have too much to say about this one. he just looks great, and that's more or less the reason it made the cut. so sexy.

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upskirt art

i hope jean-lucien doesn't mind my posting this. it was a great, groovy notebook illustration he sent me a long time ago. it shows his keen eye for balance, color, and style. the original was probably no larger than a pack of gum. i love the colors. and the image in the middle is a screen capture of georgina hale as mrs. alma mahler from the ken russell film 'mahler.' its a fantasy sequence depicting gustav mahler's death, funeral, and subsequent cremation. she dances a saucy can-can on top of his casket. then she strips down to lacy panties and dances seductively amidst a group of soliders with a groovy fan of purple feathers. its really something. especially if you like either ken russell or georgina hale. great work, jean-luc.

jack and 'jelica

okay, i know i've posted a lot of 'celebrity' picksh lately; not to mention a goodly share of anjelica huston picksh, but i figured one more couldn't hurt. i think this one might also be a 'studio 54' shot. but i think its quite good. i mean, jack looks good, and anjelica looks gorgeous. i like the angle, i like the contrast, i like the flower in her hair. i don't really know too much about their relationship like, factually... but in this shot, it sure looks like they're into eachother. i don't know if they ever had a child. but wow, they sure look good together. man, i don't know if i'll ever go 'clubbing' again. even if i had the opportunity, i don't know if i could manage the energy. plus, you have to shout all the time, and worry about 'where the hell is my purse?' and i don't like that feeling that can best be described as, '...i danced too hard to that last song, and now i honestly can't tell if i'm three seconds away from dropping the vom-bomb.' and i don't really like not having zero control over the music. and it gets hot in there, man. and i can truthfully claim that i've never had sex in a club. but considering my behavior through much of the '90's, that's purely accidental. (click to enlarge)

novel reading

ummm, i'm sure i'm going to wake up tomorrow and wonder why i posted this. i think i'm still on a salt-grease-sugar rush from the Wendy's i had for dinner. (several hours ago) i came accross this whilst pearldiving and i thought it might be worth a laugh. first of all, the title more or less lets you know what kind of book you're in for. and the photo is hilarious. do you think that chick on the right could move her hand just a little closer to that dude's jock? i dunno, when i look at this cover, the 'three's company' theme starts involuntarily playing in my brain. ( '...come and knock on our door...take a step that is new...' ) the one on the left looks like karen allen. and the guy looks like every other 'macho' turkey from the great, glittery decade. my mother was a stewardess, by the way, in the late 60's. but i don't remember her ever telling me about any kind of 'mile high' goings-on. and she looked a lot cuter in her uniform than these two chicks do. my mom was the prettiest in her class. (fly on, pretty mommy. i love you.)

rupert james hector everett

oh, rupert. if you only liked girls. (mmm, like that would improve my chances... like that would improve my 'shot' at him.) i can count the times i fell in love at first sight on one hand. and rupert everett was one of them. it was late '84 or early '85. i remember i was flipping channels one saturday afternoon, and by chance, i landed on cinemax in time to see him in close-up, near the beginning of the 1984 film 'another country.' you have to understand, i was heavily, heavily into english pretty boys at the time. i remember i felt something touch my heart, literally. and i couldn't wait to know his name, and figure out where england had been hiding him. i thought he was 'cute enough to be in duran duran.' then, as he moved and spoke, i discovered his gently whimpering elegant voice... his lean and becomingly clumsy manner. i was so in love. i remember even hunting all the stores in town for completely-round, wire-framed, dark sunglasses like the ones he wore in the 'cricket game' sequence of the film. it wasn't just that i wanted to have him; ...it was more like i wanted to be him. i wanted to live in his body and like, become him. (man, how's that for teenage-maladjusted-indentity-crisis-hormones completely out of control?) yeah, it all seems funny now. i think it was as simple as this: i didn't seem to be having much luck chasing happiness as a poor, awkward, heterosexual, teenage american girl; so i figured i'd have a better chance at happiness as a priviledged, graceful, homosexual, full-grown, young englishman. man, i'm sooo glad i'm thirteen anymore. i don't remember where i found this picture of rupert, but obviously he's around 14 or 15 years old. and beautiful.

hot john

man, what a day. i'm wiped out, even though i didn't really do anything. i can't explain it, but i'm exhausted. and then my cat took off for three hours and scared me to death. she finally came back, though. i wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but she really didn't do anything wrong... just cat stuff. (cut to a shot of my cat 'milkyboots' at the foxwood's casino, playing slots with a cig hanging out of her mouth.) and so, i might not get much posted. so i figured nobody would complain if i slid you guys a cool shot of duran duran's john taylor onstage in 1984. i took this freeze frame from the 'sing blue silver' documentary. i don't really have anything witty or cool to say about it, so just consider it a place-marker with frosted bangs.

marianne faithfull - hier ou demain : video

i love this track. its heavy, its creamy, its groovy, its in french! dig it. truthfully, the low piano notes make up one of the coolest 'hooks' i've heard in years. i find myself playing this one in my head when i'm shampooing my hair. honestly, i do. (seriously, if you've got to unload the dishwasher or feed the cat or something, just leave this on in the background. it peacefully grooves.)

crazy

wow, i just skinned the hell out of the tip of my big toe letting my cat back in to the cabin. she's crazy, and now i have a bleeding toe. but anyway, here's a shot i found of miss ann-margret all painted up and doing the town in some late 60's movie i don't know the title of. and i'm not willing to do any digging to find out right now. hey, all-guys-under-30... this is what a real female body looks like. if you don't like it, educate yourself. she's allll real. anyway, is there anything that says 'late 60's' more effectively than 'psychedelic body paint?' she looks very pretty... but what's with that hooded dude in the background with some arbitrary zig-zag on his abs? and check out the guy in the lower left... i think he knows this is the ultimate high point of his entire existence on earth. i'll bet like, wherever that guy is today, he sits around at thanksgiving dinner and utters the phrase, '...hey, did i ever tell you about the time i was in that movie where they body-painted ann-margret in that yellow bikini? boy, did i have a great view of her can, or what...??'

shameless play

yes, another shameless play for lucynell's attention. she liked the other stuart copeland pics i posted, so i thought i'd slide her one more. its from the same photo session as one of the others. what is he resting up against? some kind of like, musk ox pelt or something? and then there's that persian or central american platter and pitcher thing on stand-by. and i could be wrong, but that cigarette looks 'hand-rolled' if you know what i mean. and if his hair was any more bleached he'd be mae west. yeah, i know that was their 'thing.' and lucy, maybe you can give me a definitive answer on this one, because none of the dudes i asked seems to know. was he english or american? he doesn't seem to have much of an accent. but i've had people tell me he's like, from sussex or something. and others have told me he was born in LA. so maybe you can clear that up for us. and i hope you like the shot. he kind of reminds me of my cousin eric in the face. (and hey, eric, if you're out there, drop me a line. you know who i am.)

playboy in pink

yes, anytime is the right time for some vintage playboy. i don't remember if jean-lucien and i ever had this issue. if we did, i don't think it had the cover on it. but i love it. as i'm sure all of you know, about 99.9% of playboy magazine covers had a bunny head depicted either obviously or hidden somewhere in the photograph. well, hopefully you won't have to look too hard to see the rabbit is seen in the shape of the pillow she's holding. man, what a great-looking comfortable bed she's posing on. hey baby, move over and make some room. (okay, that sounded a bit more lesbo that i meant it to.) she's pretty hot, though. although she looks slightly pissed off. i know how she feels. i'm not a morning person either. i wouldn't be too thrilled if someone came into my bedroom, and jerked open all the windows to flood the place with light. i'd be all like, '...hugh, get the hell out of here...i'm sleeping.' (man, what the hell am i talking about?) anyway, enjoy the chick. this picture is like cake frosting.

more 54

i love this shot. it looks like it was just taken a few moments after another studio 54 shot i posted recently. let's see... it looks like we've got the designer halston on the far right, getting a completely anonymous and risky liplock from some disco 'shim' leaning down into the shot. i wonder if he's gonna remember that in the morning? and then, we've got the exotic miss bianca jagger with only two thoughts going through her mind. the first thought: '...damn, where can i get some more coke?' and the very next thought: '...my hair!!' then we've got the facially-challenged artistic ...genius? andy warhol, with a rare smile on his face. perhaps he just realized he could xerox and color-tint his parking valet ticket stub and sell it for a zillion bucks. and in the background is the chronically-happy miss liza minelli with some bearded dude i don't recognize. hey, it looks like an average night for the folks at the good ol' Studio 54. (and i like that heavily-made up, androgynous, robot-like profile intruding from the bottom right hand corner. i wonder where that dude is today?) (...mmm, 'starbucks' general manager.)

70's anjelica

yeah, the last time i featured anjelica it was a hit. so i figured i'd give her another slot. this was for some make-up ad back in 1973. she looks gorgeous. i'm a sucker for a 70's-styled make-up job. and she's so lovely. i think i remember reading someplace that she had a hard time getting into pictures at the beginning of a career because some studio exec said she had a face like a gnu. ouch. i guess somebody failed to mention her daddy was the big bad movie giant, director john huston. i don't think she looks like a gnu at all. i think she's gorgeous. and wow, what a make-up job, am i right ladies? just stunning. and have you seen her in woody allen's 'crimes and misdemeanors?' she kills in that movie.

a pair of freaks

yeah, that might be a bit cold. you will no doubt recognize these two young lovers. yes, that's mr. mickety-mick jagger in the dress on the right, and the statuesque miss jerry 'hey ya'll' hall in the suit on the right. i don't know why i'm posting this. probably just the freak factor. i mean, i have nothing against either one of them. i actually think jerry looks great. but mick, well... mick looks old and tired and used-up enough to be mistaken for... well, keith richards, actually. still, this shot looks like they have a pretty fun time together. are they still together? or is jerry banging some other english rocker i haven't heard about? anyway, i'm all about clothes swapping and a little gender bending. but man, look at those lines in jagger's face. its like a road map of the back roads in asheboro, north carolina.

library

jean-lucien, lucynell, and myself all grew up in the same small town with the same public library. and thank christ it was a good one. jean-lucien and i didn't know lucynell until we accidentally met in high school many years later. but if i had any money, i'd bet she checked out a lot of the same books from that same library. i have no doubt she remembers the way it looked before they moved and renovated it. i can still walk the children's section in my sleep. and then there was entire world down those steep stairs. all the non-fiction. all the fiction. all the 'young adult' novelettes... all the 'grown-up' books. i cannot even begin to estimate all the hours i killed in that place. i even remember details... like the smell of the disrepaired public ladies' room, and the fact that the air conditioning units would become wet with condesation in the summertime. i remember the beanbag chairs in the children's section. i remember the sound the device made... (i think it was some sort of camera) when they checked out my parent's thick books upstairs. a sound not unlike a polaroid. the women behind the counter would quickly shove a book under there... then a flash of light, that sound, then off to the left, for the ride home. i never in my wildest dreams would've thought i'd work at that library... with many of those same books, in a different and more modern house. i've never loved a job the way i loved that one. but i left it standing at the altar. to this day, i don't know what i was thinking. i could've run that ship.

o-ren ishii

yes, both volumes of 'kill bill' were on today, as i've stated below. i'd seen it before, but wow... i was once again blown away by the chicks in that flick. like the lovely and lethal lucy liu as o-ren ishii. if my brother and i are like any of the villians in that film, then i identify with elle driver, (as you can read below) and i see jean-lucien reflected rather keenly in the guise of o-ren ishii. o-ren is ordered, sure, and ready. with clean lines, crossed t's... exact dress and manner, she is cool elegance... decorating the deadly. she is official. she's powerful. she's beautiful. make no mistake, she is in control, but alas...she is, ultimatley, unable to keep her head. the only thing she's borrowed from me is a small dot on the hollow at the base of her throat.

elle driver

kill bill was on today. both volumes. on cable, on a saturday afternoon, if you can believe it. it was actually a blessing, as sundays are usually my bluest and longest and bleakest day of the week. so the back-to-back tarantino-fest was a welcome distraction. i'd seen it before, so i could follow it while i worked in my notebook. i love daryl hannah in it. as the eyepatched and confident mercenary elle driver, she kicks ass. yeah, i know, that's a boring and predictable thing to say, but she kicks it, some major ass. and even with the eyepatch, i think she's never looked better. strangely, i identify with elle driver. she's ultimately not as swift as she thinks she is... something i'm always afraid i'll find out about myself, with poisonous, flailing consequences. but i do see myself in elle... like, if i could pull out my id and look at it from across the room, i have a feeling it would look a lot like her. only maybe not blonde. and just for the record, i think she's a damn good actress.

church : jefferson airplane - woodstock? : video

i have to admit i couldn't find a straight answer when it came to the title of the song. some sources say 'saturday afternoon,' some sources say, 'won't you try.' still, let's allow grace and her boys take us to church. amen.

jack and dustin

yeah, i don't have a lot of background information on this shot, but i couldn't resist posting it. i can guess it's 'backstage' at some kind of high-end hollywood function. i think i remember reading that the girl in the shot was on dustin's arm that night. man, i wish i had a time machine and some kind of recording device so i could find out what the hell jack was saying to him. yeah, i'm sure it was most likely something pretty average. but in my mind, i imagine he was giving dustin complicated directions to a wild, psychedelic shindig at (maybe) dean stockwell's place. maybe he's telling him peter tork and grace slick will be there... as well as, of course, mr. dennis hopper. yeah, dennis hopper...that crazy pill-popper... telling a whopper to the copper, that's our good ol' dennis hopper. no matter what's going on, i still dig this shot. and i hope you'll dig it with me. cool.

nailing a lie

wow, i'm going wayyy back for this one. i can't tell you how many years ago i made this one... but i know it was at least ten. it was back in my 'primative days.' those days where i had no control over the color, size, and shade of my images. i scoured countless books and magazines, took what i thought i could use, then ripped into them like fresh kills with my scissors. the final image was assembled with nothing but talent and elmer's glue. and i would guess there was some hot steely dan playing in the background. i don't remember where i got the main model. i have no idea who she is. but even after all this time, i still like this one. there are a lot of things i don't remember from that long ago, but i actually remember putting this one together. i was sitting on the hardwood floor of my old bedroom. so, i hope you dig it. like most of my collages from that era, it really only gained 'meaning' after it was done. and this one has something to do with The Inherent Sin of Knowledge. i guess. or maybe its just about smut. maybe they're both the same thing. i don't know. (click to really enlarge)

good-bye paul

paul newman died today. (well, technically yesterday.) i was a fan. this is one of my favorite pictures of him, standing alongside robert redford, outfitted for the 1969 film 'butch cassidy and the sundance kid.' this may be my second favorite picture of him. my all-time favorite image was a portrait my mate jean-lucien drew a long time ago. he drew paul newman from 'the sting.' the likeness was photographic, right down to the cool life in his legendary blue eyes. since i don't have access to that incredible portrait, i decided to use this one. i have some very personal, special memories associated with 'butch cassidy and the sundance kid.' like the weekend i was dogsitting in a great old house for a friend of mine. i was there all alone. that movie was on. i watched some of it sitting up to my neck in bubbles in an old-fashioned claw-footed cast iron bathtub. it kept me from getting the 'house creeps' too hard. man, the house was way out in the woods. anyway, that's only one of the fond memories i have of the great paul newman. i guess its corny to talk about how much i love the bicycle sequence with katherine ross. oh well, enough said, i suppose. sleep well, paul. you did just about everything right and you looked beautiful doing it. thanks.