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. 
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.
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.
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.
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. )
slinky sexy jerry hall... she's a broad that's got it all. 
... it said: "shit sandwich." 
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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... )
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.
ahhh, the sheer genius of jean-lucien godet. this one, as you can see, stars twiggy, bedecked with funky jewelry and rings. the real visual coolness lies within the astounding talent of jean-lucien godet. i mean, like, wow, am i right? how does he do it? over and over again? i could stare at his stuff for long undetermined periods of time. man.... look forward to more to come.
okay, i'm not gonna lie, i used to be; and still am, a die-hard Monkees fan. but i never had anything resembling a 'nervous breakdown' over anyone in that band. and i'm sure that story was written by some random editor anyway. i kinda wish i could read that article, man. i'm sure it would be very worthy of the stamp "unintentionally hilarious." and i dig the way the shot of jones they chose to use like, he couldn't look more bored with the whole idea. wait, i just noticed it said in the small print it was written by 'Jennifer L., age 14.' yeah, right.
hey, i hope i don't offend anyone with this sultry shot of catherine deneuve and susan sarandon from 'the hunger.' hey, lesbian vampires? sounds like it was filmed in the 'vampiriffic' climate of current times, no? i remember the first time i saw this sequence on HBO ( or Cinemax, i don't remember where it landed first. ) and don't laugh, i remember my brother and i were on the floor in the living room in our old house with my mom on the sofa behind us. and when david bowie's character died, were were like, teen-age-fan-crush crying over it, and our mom was like, sighing real hard and making snide comments about how it was just a movie. i remember thinking with a sob-choked inner voice; "...shut up!" but of course, i could never tell my mom to shut up.... but jean-luc and i looked at eachother and i knew we were thinking something along the lines of : "...if we had a tv in our room like christy taylor we could be watching this and crying in peace." oh, but where was i? oh yeah, back to the soft-core lesbianism. did you know those weren't deneuve's real boobs? for some reason they got a body double. if you notice, her head's not in the shot. they are susan's real boobs, though. susan's boobs are like, a gift from the tit gods. ( now that sounded really dumb. )
jean-luc sent me this shot a few nights ago... what have we here? let's see... we've got humphrey bogart and peter lorre... in a steam room... obviously very towel-NUDE! like, i'm not sayin' there was anything gay goin' on... but they certainly seem comfortable bein' all 'Hollywood' nude together, playin' a game of cards. and hey, who knew lorre was rockin' so much hunky chest hair? hey, you know who won this card game? we did, for being able to dig on this steamin' shot of some old time-movie-star-'whackety-smackety.'
hey, what would a 'planetcool' party be without a little 80's action. ahhh, 'star hits' magazine. look, next to john it says, "...hey star hits, let's get it on..." ahhh, i get it... because of their thumpy 'bang a gong' song. teenage confession: when i was a young teen, i remember looking forward to the first single from john taylor's latest project, and when i heard it was called 'get it on; bang a gong,' i remember feeling oddly embarrassed in my own head because i thought the title 'sounded dumb.' ( teenage frets. ) it also says you can win a phone call from wham! i didn't enter. i'll bet nobody actually won it. like, who'd know? and what is all that frosted blue junk in andy's hair? give up, andy. it's not gonna help. you're not fine. ( ouch! )
here's a sweet eye-treat to dazzle up the 'welcome back planetcool' party. i just realized how many stunning works of art that have piled up since the last time i was on here. jean-lucien just sent me this image today. man, what talent. what an eye for beauty and just plain visual grooviness. it's like my brain is eating some kind of strange ice cream that only jean-lucien has the recipe for. look at the intricacy of those scissor skills! wooo, i wish i could do that. okay, i'm kinda really digging being back in that intergalactic driver's seat. i kinda wanna 'floor it,' and 'do donuts.' mmm, gonna get pulled over.
okay, it's been a lonnng damn time since i've been over here. ( yeah, too damn long, i hear ya... ) so all my thousands of followers, be patient with me whilst i get my snarky-ass blog-legs back. so, i promised a dear friend that i'd try to do at least one entry a night. so to welcome you back, i chose this very groovy shot of a young anjelica huston. hey, wild jack nicholson 'hit that.' and he's got good taste. she's the slinkiest! and let's hear it for her 'love to hate her' performance in 'crimes and misdemeanors.' well, i guess you more pity her than hate her. man, being back here makes me realize how much it sucks on Fb that you can't use those ga-roovy italics...!!!
