July 2nd, 2006
today’s menu consisted of:
they don’t make them like they used to.
July 1st, 2006
June 30th, 2006
Greek Gods of Olympus..
my cleaning lady is in today
she knows i’m on to her
and she’s pretending to actually clean.
Souppy has been onto her since she first started working here, six years ago.
She ambushes her every chance she gets; hides, then jumps on her and bites her.
Souppy, good girl.
Souppy, clever girl.
June 30th, 2006
This is David Lynch’s 55 second short filmed with an original Lumiere camera. 40 international directors were asked to make a short film, all using the original Cinematographe invented by the Lumière Brothers, working under conditions similar to those of 1895.
There were three rules:
(1) The film could be no longer than 52 seconds,
(2) no synchronized sound was permitted, and
(3) no more than three takes.
All the effects are in-camera and there is no cutting for scenes.
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June 26th, 2006
in other news, HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER
not for food, not for love
did i ever tell you i’ve never been in a fight?
a real one?
destiny, send me someone to dismember.
June 22nd, 2006
L. dropped by yesterday just to give me a dvd of Peeping Tom. My god, fantastic film. Maxine Audley, whom I’d never heard of before is an a-m-a-z-i-n-g actress. Decades ahead of her time. A real inspiration.
June 22nd, 2006
A kind, sad movie. Liked it very much. reminded me of Delivery a little, only this one actually had a plot.
June 22nd, 2006
Mary Collins will have her own weekly photo story in LIFo magazine, starting next week.
June 17th, 2006
I had a dream where i was doing a play at this old victorian type of theater and suddenly everyone in the audience got very sick and I had to give them all injections; an old lady was passing the needles and the medicine vials to me and I was jamming those old fashioned syringes in people’s butts, thighs and arms without knowing if it was the right medicine or the correct dosage and I was very stressed out about that. One lady’s ass cheek in particular spit open after I injected it.
I hope everyone is ok.
June 12th, 2006
hot, dizzy, lonely, without a Blythe.
monday’s 1st meeting done, on to a 3pm one.
after that, i’ll pig out on stuff and stuff.
bored.
June 10th, 2006
Ale is being an angel, arranging everything and being very patient with my grumpy demeanor.
And I am. Grumpy, stressed, tired and disorientated.
Roma is beautiful, a bit difficult to navigate though.
I’m seeing most of it through taxi windows going to meetings.
No words to describe the food. Cinecitta is outrageously grandiose, there is a huge set of ancient Rome and another set of 1900’s New York left over from a Scorsese film. Unreal.
After Monday’s meetings I think I’ll have had quite enough.
I miss “Fewer Emergencies”.
June 3rd, 2006
“Fewer Emergencies” by Martin Crimp ends Sunday night.
Monday morning I fly to Rome.
Typically, as before any trip, I’m laundry challenged.
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May 27th, 2006
JE SUIS BIEN TROP GRANDE, TU ES RESTEE PETITE MAIS A MON AGE ON NE JOUE PLUS A LA POUPEE VOIS-TU BIEN SUR TU DEMANDES A GRANDIR BIEN VITE AU LIEU DE RESTER LA INUTILE LOIN DE MOI NE M’EN VEUX PAS
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May 22nd, 2006
ok. Up; then in, then down for a little while,
then up, then down again, then out.
ok. In; then inner, then up, then this-n-that,
then out, then back in.
May 1st, 2006
“My hair was short and Hitchcock wanted that perfect pulled-back hair. I already hated that gray suit and then having to go through putting on that wig with a false front made me feel so trapped inside this person who was desperately wanting to break out but was so caught up in the web of deception that she couldn’t. The fear of not being loved if she didn’t have on these clothes or wore her hair in a certain way, oh god, she had nothing left but to kill herself in the bell tower.”
Kim Novak
May 1st, 2006
Alfred Hitchcock was obsessed with women’s hair. It’s the ultimate symbol of women’s sexual power; a power that he found both irresistible and terrifying. Vertigo is essentially an examination of his own fascination with feminine appearance. The Hitchcock blondes almost always wore their hair in a compulsively arranged manner, suggesting his desire for perfection and control.
Hitchcock generally did not like loose hair on women. He seemed to find it vulgar rather than casually free. In his last real Hitchcock film, Marnie, the eponymous heroine, played by Tippi Hedren, lets her hair down in the opening scene when she in her slutty black-haired incarnation running away with the money, in the honeymoon cruise scene when is forced to perform her marital duties by Sean Connery, in the final scene with her ex-prostitute mother.
Loose morals? loose hair.
Yet she doesn’t strut or preen. Hedren has a sensible carriage; she wears her well-tailored suits as if she had been paid nicely to model them, and she’s pragmatic about the expectations she must fulfill while working in this capacity. She makes her way through the world with an economy of movement. Her bearing suggests that she knows just what’s appropriate, and can be relied upon not to give more or less. As the black-haired mystery woman in the opening of marnie, Hedren clutches her vivid yellow purse to her side; the purse is puckered suggestively and bulging with lubricious promise, yet, as the camera pulls out, Hedren’s backside isn’t seen to comply with such possibilities. It barely wiggles: this lady is no-nonsense: she travels with measured and determined steps down the platform.
