the machine stops

wow, my computer totally bit the dust today. i don't know if it can be repaired or what, but in the meantime, i'm managing. just popped into the main house to check my boxes and whatnot. i hate not being 'plugged in.' oh well, it comes with the game. i must send a huge thanks to my good friend linda... who brought me a radio, so i can play mix tapes and cds and the radio until i get a system up and running. so, to convey my pouting mood, here's a gorgeous collage jean-lucien made some time ago. it stars the pouting and fantastic miss sylvie vartan. dig it. i hope to have more soon. love.

ant doll

hey lovers! i know i haven't posted a lot latley, but i had a busy week. and tonight, well... i'm just pretty tired. so, to hold my place here on planetcool, please dig this funky little adam ant doll! jean-lucien sent me the pic. hopefully, the coming week will bear more groovy fruit.

happy halloween from planetcool

happy halloween everybody! hey, the freaks come out at night, so i guess that makes me a freak. (mmm, something new for me.) here's a shot from ken russell's marvelous 'mahler,' where the composer encounters a painted pumpkin head outside his lake house. the man is robert powell... and we suspect his wife alma, (played by my darling, georgina hale) is responsible for the startling placement of the pumpkin-guy. i love all my friends, and wish them all the treats they can handle, and only the best kind of tricks.

video veritas

jean-lucien and i have always had a good eye for facial recognition. which is kind of odd, since we're both so nearsighted its not even funny. (actually, that may account for our keen sense of ID... the blinder you are, the more vulnerable you inevitably feel; hence, the more vital it is, survival-wise, for you to be able to evaluate visages and deem them as threats or trusted ones as quickly and efficiently as possible.) anyway, jean-lucien has been swearing for quite some time that the chick in adam ant's very great 'stand and deliver' video was none other than the slinky and sensual actress, miss amanda donohoe. well, i did some googling around tonight, and it turns out, jean-luc was absolutely right. apparently it was among her very first acting parts when she was trying to 'make it in the biz' over in england. i also have to give jean-luc credit for capturing this shot. it was his quick fingers that snagged this shot of amanda in her KILLER DRESS! like, adam wants 'your money or your life,' me? i just want THAT DRESS...!!

pets allowed

hey, just recently, a good friend was kind enough to say she thought 'planetcool' was the 'home of sexy.' i couldn't be more flattered. that encourages me to 'keep the sexy coming,' you know? so, here's what i have for you tonight. i didn't have to dig too deep to find this gauzy 70's doll. i know the image is less than perfect. it was obviously scanned from a magazine cover that was like, 30 years old. but it's just the kind of 'cake' i like, you know? she's brunette, all bohemian, and all willing to show her 'cookies,' for lack of a better term. with her black lacy bra pulled down, we can see her pretty all-natural jewels. smallish, but beautiful. like i said, i wish this was a better-quality scan, but hey... you can see what i'm talking about. dreamy.

natural hussey

i am totally in love with olivia hussey, and have been for a long time. she's just about perfect. a true groovy brunette, with those bright brown eyes, deep dimples, her cool expressive voice, and a saweeeet d-cup shakespearean 'treasure chest,' if you know what i mean. she's an accomplished actress, best known for playing juliet in the 1960's. and she was also a doll in 'death on the nile' in the 70's. in the 80's, she showed up in a bizarro sequel to 'Psycho' with henry thomas. but here, she's starring in a lovley cosmetic ad. i lovvvve cosmetic ads. like, if there was a website out there with absolutely nothing but cosmetic ads on it, i'd waste a hell of a lot of time on that website. here, miss hussey is shilling for the (i think) british makeup company, 'Yardley.' i love the art nouveau slant that Yardley uses for its stuff... and its a great picture of olivia. i love white lace blouses on 70's ladies. love, love, love them. makeup, olivia, and a white lace blouse.... sighhh. (click to enlarge)

the game

okay, jean-lucien sent me this earlier today. its apparently a board game, somewhat-kinda-sorta-based on duran duran...!?! now, i just wanna say up front, that i didn't know any duran fans crazier than WE were, 'back in the day,' and we here at planetcool have absolutely NO MEMORY of there ever being a professional, real board game based on the band-on-tour. like, it was put out by Milton-Bradley! you can't get any more legit than that. i can't imagine it being any fun. (well, i have to admit, i don't really enjoy board games in the first place.) unfortunately, this is as large as the original image gets... so i can't tell you how sorry i am that i can't blow it up and read the directions. like, in that last shot... look at all that small print! how damn complicated is this game? i would KILL to read that stuff. like, you know its gotta mention their names. like, for instance: '...if you recieve a Simon card, advance two spaces.' or like, '...the Nick card allows you an extra dice roll.' and man, if you think that looks like a lot of directions, there are like, a ga-zillion game pieces. (let me try to see if i can upload all four of the shots jean-lucien sent me.) yeah, there... look at all that crap!! man, i'd love to read what's on all those little cards. does it mention like, 'getting torn apart by fans,' so you have to go back four spaces, or what? i can just see like, 'john' pieces being eaten up by the spitty family dog. or 'andy' pieces being stolen by the weird girl down the street who loved andy. like, does it mention their songs? man, the curiosity is killing me. i looked it up earlier, and it seems some people are selling theirs, but hey... i don't want it THAT bad. just makes me wonder what ELSE is out there that i never knew about.

morrissey

it just came to my attention earlier this evening that morrissey collapsed and went unconscious last night during a show in Swindon, UK. he was reportedly unresponsive as members of his band pulled him off stage. the last i heard, he was awake, alert, and in an English hospital... apparently it was a case of 'exhaustion.' i can hardly be surprised. the man is 50 years old, and although he only eats vegetables and is in excellent health, he does work very hard. he's almost always on the road, playing live... or on a television show, or at a rock festival somewhere, or he's recording, or doing press-related stuff. so i just wanted to say that i love him, and i hope he's feeling better soon. maybe he needs to get laid and eat a steak-for-the-protein. i wanted to post a picture of him, so here's the most recent one i could find. like, its from this month, i think. he looks great. sexy-and-great. hey, morrissey... don't work so hard, okay? (i know, easier said than done.) sincerely, i hope you're back on stage soon. because i know you love to do it. peace.

lennon listenin'

umm, okay... you know i love john lennon. that being said, i think this screen capture is hilarious. like, i assume it was taken from the video for the 'still-excellent-by-today's-standards' hit single 'nobody told me,' from like, 1981. (or thereabouts.) i mean, its obviously from his new york city days. and i gotta say i lovvve the way john looks 'rockin'' that military outfit. i seem to remember the cool mrs. ono-lennon also had her own military mini-shorts outfit, too. but... this shot is like, '...okay, john's effing around again...' he's like, listening to the 'heartbeat of the street,' i guess. i realize that 'good ideas' are harder to come up with than some might think when you've got a loaded camera rolling on you. and when the record company's clamoring for their video, you've gotta get something out, fast... even if you ARE john lennon. that being said, i have one question: where did the stethiscope come from? did he like, leave the apartment with it that morning? how could he have known that far in advance that he was gonna do a 'listening to the street' gag? or was he out filming, and got the idea, and somehow made his way to a medical supply store? or did he see somebody at random, maybe in the park? some crazy person with stethiscope, maybe....? and was he like, '...hey crazy person, could i buy that stethiscope off you for ten quid so i can 'listen' to the street for a sight gag?' but in closing, you know i love john lennon. and this video. and the song.

inflatable doll

mmm, yes... chicks, yes. and some of the sexiest chicks there are (were), are the chicks from the pages of 70's 'playboy.' i can't see the date too clearly, but i think it says 1977. and its not too hard to find the hidden bunny on this one... like, its the big blue blow-up toy. but hey, not like you'll even notice the blow-up bunny with a saucy babe like this hot brunette hangin' on. mmm,where do i start? she's slim, she's shapely, she's cute-in-the-face... she's got sweet medium sudsy boobs, slightly squished against the bunny head... and man, is that a cute little butt or what? jussst the right amount of 'cheek' going on. but hey... you all know me... MY eyes seem to go straight for those strappy, sexy shoes! check out those perfect strappy, sapphire blue 'disco heels!' and what a gorgeous curve her calf muscle has! now, i don't remember ever owning this issue. if i did, it most likely had the cover torn off... but hey, fortunately, i can still enjoy it NOW, thanks to the miracle of modern digital machinery. wow, i can't take my eyes off her butt-and-legs-and-shoes! hey, she really knows how to 'bring sexy back,' to planetcool! (mmm, like it ever left.) (click to enlarge)

happy birthday franz liszt

ahhh, who the hell am i kidding? i'm not the biggest fan of franz liszt. this is just a shameless opportunity for me to promote the genius of ken russell... once again. ken's outlandish view of some of liszt's life is required viewing, seriously. even by today's wild standards, 'lisztomania' can make jaws drop. its over the top, even when its 'in the gutter.' anyone who's ever seen the rapturous 'giant phallus' musical number has almost certainly never forgotten it. it boasts nazi frankensteins, a bevy of topless and nude females, piano toruture, ass sculptures in the wall that 'really fart' on you, an oliver reed cameo, a nell campbell cameo, a ringo starr cameo... huge fake cocks, guillotines for said fake cocks, matches struck off the glans of said fake cocks, maypole dances winding ribbons around said fake cocks, five or six topless girls riding on said fake cocks, hey... just a lot of 'fake cock' action going on. and there's also like, voodoo dolls, charlie chaplin impressions, kenneth colley, and... did i mention huge fake cocks? seriously, its a movie that HAS to be seen. ken russell shot a good deal of his 'freak load' with that one. and, as usual, i thank him for it. so... um, to the point... i guess i should mention that franz liszt would've been 198 years old today. i wonder what HE would've thought about some scouse rockin' longhair (roger daltrey) playing him, wearing a purple ladies' gown, riding atop a massive, huge, fake cock? (its a pretty darn good prop by the way... the fake cock.)

green christmas

okay, i love cosmetics ads from the 1970's. at first glance, one might think this ad for the classic perfume 'emeraude' was published in a women's magazine, but a closer look would seem to indicate that it was most likely published in a men's magazine, like, 'playboy' or something. and, knowing that, it seems a little sexist, possibly. and that's because of the ad copy... which reads, "...to all those men who have loved Emeraude on their woman, but didn't know it was Emeraude." and, directly above that, there's a cheesy little green 'scratch n' sniff ' label. that should've been my first clue, because women have never needed to have scratch n' sniff devices on their perfume ads in order for perfume to be 'sold' on them. most of the time, all it takes to sell women is like, hazy photography, beautiful skinny models, and the implication of an international romance. so umm, back to THIS ad, apparently, it seems to indicate that men have smelled all sorts of different scents on all the many skanks they've banged in the past... and they find themselves wishing the uptight broad they ultimately married would somehow smell like that freaky chick in college who made their balls hard as bacarat crystal... all those years ago, before they were a henpecked, sexless 'wallet-on-legs.' but darnit, they just weren't paying attention when that 'freak-chick' mentioned the name of her fave cologne. so this ad steps in to help a brother out. like, they can 'scratch n' sniff ' here, experience an 'aha!' moment, like, "...yes! that's it! that's the way Sabrina Johnson's cleavage smelled!" then they can take that magazine page with them into the department store when it comes time to buy a christmas gift for their tired ol' nutcutting wife! i love the psychology of advertising. (click to enlarge)

the golden age of cover art

i just want to say, right up front, that i'm not one of those staunch lp purists that bitches and moans all the time about how micro-available music has all but done away with the traditional 12" square album cover art, and the sometimes-extensive liner notes that often went along with it. ( them. it?) no, i understand technology, and the 'way things work' in the business. so, all that said, there are some albums covers i consider iconic and beautiful. i don't insist, however, that the iconic beautifulness has to be 12" squared. for instance, i've always loved this groovy, glassy, inventive, and 'sorta mysterious' album cover from the tech-savvy thomas dolby. (and, to those who may be curious, that IS his real name... as far as i know... sorta. i think i remember hearing in an interview back in the 80's that his real full name was: thomas morgan dolby robertson.) so, we've established the cover is groovy enough... but i also want it noted that the songs on this record are some of THE coolest i ever heard... in the 80's, or otherwise. let's see, we've got the cool and soaring blue sounds of 'airwaves,' the funky-yet-romantic storyline of 'europa and the pirate twins,' the eclectic and jazzy goings-on in 'commercial breakup,' and the throughly original and sexy grindings of 'windpower.' and so many more. like the sometimes-lost-depending-on-which-pressing-you-have lovlieness of 'wreck of the fairchild.' seriously, this is electronic pop at its finest. it is an album i would be lonely for if i was ever without it. dig it.

playing secretary

yes, the sweet, sweet pages of 'playboy.' i happen to be quite well-read when it comes to vintage issues of the magazine. (from say, 1070 to 1984) this cover stands out to me because it was one of the first ones i remember reading. i think i was about nine when i snagged this issue from my father's collection. i loved garters and stockings as much then as i do now. not to mention the white laciness showcasing her hot rear... and those strappy high-heeled shoes...? sex-ee! i like the little 'feature blurbs' on the cover of this one. in particular, the one that says, "...how the bee gees got to be so big." ummm, let me guess, you turn to page 117 and it simply says, "...'cause they sound real good." end of story. and i also like that one about "...do men NEED to cheat on their women? a new science says YES!" mmm, somehow i think this article was 'accidentally' left out, open, for many a wife to happen upon and read. and finally, as many of you probably know, almost every 'playboy' cover had a little 'bunny' artfully concealed somewhere on the cover. and i realize its difficult to see after i shocked up the contrast, but the 'bunny' on this cover was actually represented by the 'two-eared' shape of the ivory ribbon on the lady's garter stud. dig it, the sexiness. (click to enlarge)

georgina hale

ahhhh, god. i am so in love with this chick. its hard for me to remember the first time i ever saw georgina hale. i'm sure it was in a ken russell movie, but its hard for me to say which one. this is a picture of her i found a long time ago, when she was obviously quite young... her hair a bit darker than the angelic platinum blonde she's usually known for. wow... she's beautiful. anyone who's followed 'planetcool' for any length of time knows how madly in love with her i am. she's quite well-known in England, even to this day, for her work on screen, stage, and television. her voice is a glinting mix of velvety lows and childlike, sometimes piercing highs. her face, when she acts, is expressive and brave... unafraid to scowl, knit her brow, and look 'ugly,' if the scene requires it. what a darling. ahhhh, georgina. i wonder her middle name is? if she has one. i think her largest role in a ken russell movie has to be her role in 'mahler,' as alma, mahler's wife. so, i guess what i'm trying to say, if you're curious as to why i'm so crazy about her, your best bet for a 'big taste' of her goods would be 'mahler.' that, or 'the devils,' where she steals every scene she appears in. only, her hair isn't blonde in 'the devils,' but that doesn't mean she's any less frickin' spellbinding. ohhh, my darling georgina... if only i had a way to tell you how much i adore you. hey, maybe one day she'll get bored wherever she is, and someone might just tip her off to a groovy blog... a blog called 'planetcool.'

sweeet skulls!

hey, you know i love the halloween season. partly, because skeleton-guys are so cool, and this time of year, they're everywhere! i found this pic a few nights ago. and i can only imagine its for some kind of candy, something called 'sweet skulls.' now, i'm not familiar with this particualr candy first-hand... like, i don't think i've ever eaten a 'sweet skull.' and i don't know what they look like. (although, i can guess they probably sorta look like skulls.) here, we have the main, menacing skull guy, in blood red robes, coming after me with his bony hands. but if you ask me, his magnificence is effectively upstaged by that white-style skeleton dude on the right. he seems to be eager for a taste, as he crawls up from a headstone, skeletal-smile intact. i think he should have a speech balloon that shows he's saying something like, "...hey, save some for me!" or "...its a taste to DIE FOR!!" or even cornier, "...make no bones about it, they're delicious!" so hey, 'dig' it, no pun intended.

'haxan' fever!

hey, i've got the fever! jean-lucien's got it, too! yeah, just about a week ago... (maybe a little less) jean-lucien got sucked into 'haxan.' its a silent film. directed by benjamin christensen, it's a fantastic exploration of witchcraft through the ages, and of how the paranoia of witches so easily sprouted and spread in an effort of absolve personal guilt and explain the unexplained. there are so many incredible shots. this is one of them. its a nude female figure... awakened and tempted from her bed, wandering into the night, beckoned by the calls of witches and devils. i can't seem to praise this movie enough. it was like, the Coolest Schoolfilm You've Ever Seen. hey, don't get me wrong, it was straight-up highly educational, and the titlecards read like a book... but the imagery, at times, was so wicked and lascivious that it startled and stunned even me. so, if you have the 90 minutes to devote to it, do yourself a favor and find yourself a copy of 'Haxan.' (at the time of this posting, the entire movie is available, in 10 min. chunks, on YouTube.) witch it!!

apple creaps

the first movie i ever saw in the theater was 'snow white and the seven dwarves.' we were five years old... so, i know i've seen this image like, 'up on the big screen.' and it probably creaped the eff out of me. that is, IF i could actually SEE it... (we didn't get glasses until much later, so it might've been an even-creapier 'blur-style' version i saw.) here, we see the wicked queen's master plan begin to gel with her creation of the almighty poison apple. i don't have a clear memory of the poison-dip coating making a 'skull-face,' but i guess it did. i guess i could really stand to 'really screen' that movie again. i remember not wanting Snow White to die, because; well... because i thought she was a real 'sexy piece,'... yes, even at the age of five i remember thinking that. what's more, i also remember thinking she could've used some 'more boobs.' but, all that aside, since its Halloween season and all, i thought i'd post this frame. true genius artists and animators at work here. not only is it a very believable accidental 'skull-dip,'... it also almost looks like its grinning. gorgeous.

there's one for the blog...

...is what i said to myself when jean-lucien sent me this today. its a screen shot from a video by the um... ahem, multi-talented 'marilyn.' he was 'not-famous' for only one reason: being sorta friends with boy george. now, i don't know which 'hit' video of his this shot is from... but hey, he's kinda lovely, no? if looking like a drunk girl in ft. lauderdale with weirdo hair extensions is 'lovely.' now, at first, i just dug this because its a pretty groovy-looking still shot from a music video, but upon closer inspection, i realized the most hilarious thing about it is this: you can see from the superimposed blurbs that its no. 80 (eighty!!) in a countdown of the 100 Worst Videos Ever. (crickets) ...what? are you waiting for me to contradict that?

songbird

my 'amadeus' dvd has been living in my dvd player over the last few days. it almost goes without saying that i've taken a few screenshots from it. here's a lovely shot i managed to snag and trick of miss christine ebersole as catarina; the catty diva. i love this shot... her gear is Turkish! and i think its a scream that she's the same chick from 'tootsie' that shoots down his "...i'll bet you like to run barefoot on the beach..." come-on. the same chick who rolls her eyes as she gives him that loose-fish obligatory hug. and he shoots back with the lame-ass line; "...thank you for liking me..." (click to enlarge)