switching over

I am switching over from my squarespace account. please have some paitence.

in the meantime, the link to my soon to be defunct blog.

the passion of joan of arc

I went to the pornathon film festival last night; stayed for the first and second set of films, which were punctuated by Venus DeMidol & Jewel of Denial's, of Velvet Hammer fame, sultry feather plume performance.

42513576_df9d923bb4_m.jpg I watched the first set, films from europe between 1912-1935, with some interest, and was reassured to see that the money shot was always an important part of the visual narrative. Lost interest early into the second set during behind the green door, then deep throat began and I realized that I knew the cinematographer, Giovanni, who was also the uncredited director of photography for The In Crowd. I fondly recalled how he always let me intern with the camera dept. on days I was not required in scenes. He really took the time at least one set up a day to talk me through the lighting and let me see the framing through the camera. Invariably, as we were sweltering through a Pennsylvania summer, he would ask me if I had ever seen how a beautiful woman looks as she sweats. I would always shake my head and ask him what he meant, his eyes would focus on a faraway spot and he would begin to describe how they glow, literally, they glow for about three seconds before the beads of sweat form on their skin. It was only later in the shot, as my dinners with the camera dept. became more frequent, that giovanni revealed to me that he had shot Deep Throat, and I believe "Behind The Green Door", in addition to many other adult films whose titles I recognized, but could not retain.

I owe a great deal to Giovanni, in addition to a wonderful cinemagraphic apprenticeship, he also introduced me to Yuca's Hut on Hillhurst.


ate the best burrito of my life at Doña Rosa's in Pasadena this afternoon.



Magdalene Laundries

I have just heard Diane Darby's new album, "The Magdalene Laundries".  It is quite good. 

The album was inspired by the film, The Magdalene Sisters, which is about the   Magdalene Laundries, Ireland's infamous hom

Bad and the Beautiful

Watched Vincent Minnelli's "The Bad and the Beautiful," a meditation on friendship, envy, greed, lust, and love, in which the protagonist screws his friends over while propelling them to dizzying heights, leaving his bag man to ask the eschewed trio at the end, "he ruined your life, so now you have two oscars to your name?"

The next morning this came in over the transom, reminding me that there's no business like show business, no business.

what's a joint like this doing in a nice girl like you?

Watched Kiss Me Stupid (1964) last night, one in the great I.A.L. Diamond/Billie Wilder collaborative streak.

A brilliant film, it explodes the world of men, specifically that of the Rat Pack, by leveraging its hyper-masculinity to to create two story-lines (men & women) whose twin poles tear at each other till they flip their polarity in one subtle but piercing epiphany.

Watching the film, I could see the machinations in my own life

one more

From out the haze of my first undergraduate degree, art history, I recall this story, an interview in the early 1980s with Philip Johnson about his mentor, Mies Van Der Rohe.

Johnson worked with Mies on the Seagram building (1958), he had a role in designing the plaza and the four seasons restaurant.

When asked what he remembers most of his mentor during that project, Johnson said, "his favorite phrase, 'one more'."

The report gently suggested to the older architect that perhaps he really meant, "less is more."  Johnson shrugged, "no, 'one more'."  The dumbfounded reporter begged for clarification, and Johnston obliged.

Johnson attendance at the "three martini lunches" with the other architects on the project was obligatory, and a burden it was to him many times.  As the project ramped up Mies would hit the sauce especially hard , and as he ordered his fourth, Johnson would gently admonish him that perhaps he had had enough.  Mies, furious, would pound the table and bark, "one more!"

Guy Davenport

Just found my correspondence with Guy Davenport, which occurred my sophomore year of college (1988).
Ruskin's Praterita, For Clavergia, Caroline Minuscule, Michealangelo'sDavid, and the peccadilloes of circumcision prior to the Roman Diaspora were all topics he was well versed in, and quite conversant.  The correspondence was pawned off after six months to a grad student, whom a visiting French journalist suggested was having relations with the whole house à la Pasolini's Teorema.  It just wasn't the same though, and I let it slip, just could not repeat again and again that just because I lived in a coastal California town (Santa Cruz) meant that I surfed and listened to the Grateful Dead.

the fish of the sea speak Basque

 Had lunch at the woolgrowers inn, a Basque restaurant in Los Banos, California.

Stopped on our way up, via interstate 5, to Oakland, to visit my grandparents.

Have not been to the woolgrowers in 15 years. It has not changed.

While snapping the photo of the sign two gentleman asked if I was doing so because I knew this to be the best food around.

I nodded.

panorama party

Attended the lighting of the restored neon sign at the Union Theatre, home of Sara Velas', Panorama.

Highlights included a lecture by Nathan Marsak on L.A. Neon, and a rare

public glimpse of Marsak and Co-Conspirator, Kim Cooper, no doubt to

compare notes on the lastest blogging software for their 1947project.

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