D: so next time you have a bad day, just remember that you didn’t send a sex tape of yourself to an entire class of 5th graders
Archive for July, 2009
It could be worse…
July 6, 2009Image Craving
July 6, 2009
Catherine Deneuve marries David Bailey
A Vote
July 5, 2009If someone told you they were really into “Holocaust Porn”, would you think that:
A. The porn was set in a concentration camp
B. They got off on watching genocide itself?
Jesting, Infinitely: Part II
July 4, 2009“…and for an instant the Provident cafeteria seems pin-drop silent, and his own heart grips him like an infant rattling the bars of its playpen…”
This is What is Wrong with America
July 2, 2009ID: oh man
“102 Colors from my Dreams”
July 2, 2009I was completely enchanted by this piece by Spencer Finch when I saw it this past December at Art Basel in Miami (where in the world was I.D.?) and have managed to track down some nice pictures of it. Finch made Rorschachs of colors that he claims to have seen in his dreams. Beneath each are tiny explanations such as “Knitting a sweater and crying” or “Ham in a Mercedes Limousine”, etc.

This dream is: "Vest (Bob Dylan in a Skyscraper)"
The Definition of Ethereal
July 1, 2009JUSTIN MURPHY, JOURNALIST: One of those is Ann-Louise Lambert. Her character, the enchanting Miranda, had a surreal presence in the film – ethereal, untouchable, mysterious. One of her experiences on location connects eerily with that character. After one tough filming session where nothing went well, Lambert, in full costume, wandered off into the bush to be alone. She soon realised she was being followed. She turned to find an old woman clambering over the rocks towards her. Instantly, she recognised Joan Lindsay.
ANN-LOUISE LAMBERT, ACTOR: And she came up to me and just threw her arms around me immediately. And she said directly into my ear, um, “Oh, Miranda. It’s been so long.” And she was very emotional. And, um, and she just hung on to me for what seemed a long time. And finally she let me go and sort of stared at me. And she was, you know…she had tears in her eyes. And she was quite shaky. And it felt very…like a very powerful, very true thing, you know, that she was feeling. She was remembering somebody or something that was true.

