grown ups

i'm sort of posting this half for me and half for my mother. the natalie wood part is for mom, and the steve mcqueen part is allll minnne! i love this shot. you just get the feeling these two were pretty sophisticated and shall we say, unabashed when it came to... enjoying eachother. niether one was an angel. i would've loved to have been like, their pet cat at that time, creeping around, spying on thier swinging and no doubt very adult hot times. i'll bet steve knew what 'love with the proper stranger' was all about. i liked watching them together because natalie, although beautiful, i think she needed someone as enigmatic and rough and 'ugly' as mcqueen to give her a bit of and edge. in my opinion, she was far more interesting as soon as she stood next to him. and he was prettier as soon as he stood next to her. and they both left us too soon.

vampire art!

yes, here's a crazy piece i made a long time ago. i think i may have even abandoned it as unfinished. but looking at it now, i think its kind of groovy; almost funny. like, what does it 'vampire' mean? its pretty obvious i really wasn't trying to 'say' anything specific. somehow the circle-shot of udo kier in the middle, moaning a dracula moan, just makes you wanna ask, '...what?' still, it looked a little bit better since i gave it a 15% vertical stretch and toned the green down to make it a little less like, 'cough syrup.' hey, if you dig it, cool, if not, i can see why. its kind of like, 'vampire' whatever. i'm a little suprised i stopped before adding frank-n-furter and 'jaws.' (yes, i mean the shark.)

poetry

here is a study made of a possible cover for dora english's first published volume of poems. the book never made it to press 'legit,' ...partly because miss english fell out of love with most of the verses within. the cover alone is good enough, though. i love slim, slick, paperback volumes from the likes of t. s. eliot, anaiis nin, and lawrence ferlinghetti. (if i've misspelled any of those, forgive me.) so, although the poems never found an official resting place, i still have the cover. there was at least one more study, and if i stumble upon it i'll post that one, too.

alien trailer

this is a trailer for 'alien.'

please

if you dig on anything on 'planetcool,' please leave a comment on something. i still have no idea if anyone can even see us.

sunday breakfast- the monkees : don't call on me -video

i chose this easy and cool mike nesmith track for sunday morning. its got a light, drowsy, dreamy feeling to it. a nice track to enjoy with your muffins, biscuits, eggs, and tea or coffee. so butter up something warm, drizzle something sweet, and smile because you can eat, swallow juice, have a smoke, and go right back to bed. god bless you. amen.

a dead language

this is a shot of mr. and mrs. redfern... specifically, christine and patrick. it is, of course, from the agatha christie movie mystery, 'evil under the sun,' starring my darling peter ustinov as the great belgian detective. the girl playing christine is the frolicksome and very french miss jane birkin. if you're interested to hear any of her lilting french pop songs, then youtube will be able to help you with that. as for the dude, i know he was in 'excalibur,' but apart from that, i really don't think i've seen him in anything besides this.

red

here is a red-themed piece by alphonse mucha. man, i just don't seem to have the literary chops tonight, so let me just say that this is a good example of his style. the girl is lovely, the lines are fine, the colors are faultless and the overall harmony is perfect. so dig it. and god bless alphonse mucha.

michael baby

here is a lovely shot of a very young michael stipe. look at all that hair. i like this shot, because not only does he look pretty, he looks genuinely happy.

bang!

here's another cover from playboy magazine. i don't remember if i ever owned this one or not. i love the cover though. it is from their finest era... 1970 to about 1984. i have to admit, i don't know who the cover model is. but somehow i don't think she was an actual bond girl, but who knows. jean-lucien and i used to keep all our playboys in a peach crate. cute, huh? so, enjoy this shot. (actually, after zooming in closer, i think the date on this issue is 1965... that could be right, i guess.)

the loop

i needed a shot of pink, so i chose the cover to one of morrissey's finest singles, 'the loop.' it has been one of my hard, fast favorite songs since the first time i heard it. i was thrilled when he chose to do this admittedly lesser hit when i saw him in boston. the song is moody, throbbing, dark and upbeat, with lovely, even dreamy vocals and a coy, heavy hook. its got a slight rockabilly flavor... and the spare arrangement allows the structure to speak for itself. whether a live recording or the studio version, i've never heard it sound bad. seek it out and dig it if you can.

georgina suspended

my partner made this one several weeks ago. the suspended chick in pink is the lush georgina hale, in a still frame i captured from ken russell's perky musical 'the boyfriend.' its worth watching, but just expect to be long, and very '1920's.' georgina's number where she goes from nurse to sexy temptress is, not surprisingly, my favorite part. the other numbers are good too... the production values high, costumes inventive, and performances by the ensemble cast pretty tight. like i said, just expect it to be long, long, long.

ash in stasis

i don't have a lot of energy tonight... i'm going to be moving soon, so that's kind of been on my mind.

still, here's a little ash... sleeping, like i should be. actually, i'm not sure he sleeps, being a robot with sly dealings on his mind. still, he's got a nice chest. i think this is the 'nakedest' i've ever seen him. he's probably dreaming about milkshakes and wrestling with ripley. this may be the only thing i post tonight, like i said, i have a lot on my mind. peace.

dates

be sure to 'click to enlarge.'

here is yet another light and funny telling comic strip from the master, Mr. Dave Berg. i loved it then, and i love it now. its just so beautifully American.

the sundays: joy -video

this is a sound i know i would be sick for if i was stranded someplace without it.
the lilting marriage of harriet wheeler's voice and the rest of the music has a clean sophistication i fell in love with... a long time ago. still, i think this is one of their finest and most intelligent, patient, crushing tracks. it kills me.

machine

this is a very recent collage jean-lucien sent to me. i haven't had it long enough to have too much to say about it, except the fact that the genius is obvious. such surgical presicion, such crucial desicions when it comes to cutting. i don't know too many surgeons that are a scalpel and a saw at once. and the stitching is silky, world-class... a millionaire's operation. the best. dig it.

the crew

this is the crew of the commercial towing vehicle, 'the nostromo,' at breakfast. no, wait, i think this might actually be their 'last supper.' this was a screen capture i managed to snag and trick to my eye's satisfaction. to be honest, the set and costumes and casting did most of the work for me. (click to enlarge)

seventeen

she's sexy and seventeen... actually, it's 70's model ingrid thulin. i actually had a copy of this issue. it fell into my hands by sheer accident. 17 magazine was so much bigger in those days... like, close to the size of a newspaper. jean-lucien and i found a bunch of them hidden away someplace in the house in morganton, nc. i'm sure i read it completely. thanks to this wild machine, i get to see and dig on the cover again. miss thulin can also be seen in the mostly-forgettable 'the last tycoon,' ...an elia kazan film from the mid-to-late 70's co-starring a young robert de niro. i love this cover. and i miss that house. i'll probably never see it again.

going down

this was a collage i constructed onto the back of one my marbled notebooks. you really have to 'click to enlarge' to appreciate the piecework that went into it. there are too many featured players to mention, but at the bottom some of you will no doubt recognize the practially-in-drag mr. johnny depp as willy wonka. i was keeping in mind that weightless feeling one gets when descending too fast, either in an elevator, or in car going over a big hill... that flutter under your stomach that's not unlike the feeling of being in love. if there's a theme to this piece, i suppose that's it. dig it.

i am michael caine

tonight's featured smoker is the always-cool mr. michael caine. has he ever been un-cool? i guess his turn in the campy 'the hand' is about as close as he ever got. michael caine is one of those blokes i've been in love with for as long as i can remember. favorite roles? hey, 'deathtrap.' where else can you see him lay a gay kiss on superman himself? something about him is so definitively English. i've never really been able to 'do' his voice convincingly, but hey. he won an oscar for best supporting actor in woody allen's 'hannah and her sisters' for the lovestruck, romantically confused, chain-smoking husband of mia farrow. that may be his finest role, now that i think about it. madness even wrote a song for him. unfortunately, i can't find a version i can post. but dig it on your own if you can.