Portrait of an “artist” as a young(er) man

Me, approximately twenty-seven years ago, in the “offices” of my fanzine, Magick Theatre; click to enlarge.

Adios, amigos.

A nicked Fury

Slavko Vorkapich works on one of the Furies for Crime Without Passion (Ben Hecht, 1934) swiped from Decaying Hollywood Mansions; click to enlarge.

‘Holy Moly’ by Cathy Davey

I’m all eager to get started
Don’t want to leave it
All undone though
One of these days my ego
Is going to steal you away

Holy moly, take me on please
I’m not one of these trained hounds though
I want to lead my own way
I’m just another stray

I’m all right, he’s all right, we’re all fine, we’re all ok
Pay your pay, night and day, lead in vain, lean on the old train

I’m a loose train now (x2)

Tomorrow is in motion
I feel it rise and fall again now
When I dive he’ll receive me
But I have a long haul to go

I’m all right, he’s all right, we’re all fine, we’re all ok
Pay your pay, night and day, lead in vain, lean on the old train

I’m a loose train now (x2)

Sky! Sky!

I’m all eager to get started
Don’t want to leave it, unsaid now
When I dive he’ll receive me
But I have a long haul to go

I’m all right, he’s all right, we’re all fine, we’re all ok
Pay your pay, night and day, lead in vain, lean on the old train

I’m a loose train now (x3)

I’m on a loose train now

Sky! Sky!

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From the film The Disappearance of Alice Creed

Lost New York

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Maila Nurmi

Via Fookdamorph; click to enlarge.

The new Lana Del Rey video

    “I am fucking crazy… but I am free.”

    OK… during the opening narration on this vid, I had a few thoughts:

“Uh oh… here we go.”

“I hope pray this narration isn’t on the album.”

“It looks like the new album could be Lana’s Wild at Heart.”

    But the song is catchy, and I’m sure after a few listens it’ll have me in its spell. One thought, however: after less than a year since Born to Die, is it too soon for a new Lana Del Rey album?

    The reason I ask is because I found her first album so original, so listenable, so well done, that anything she does now could only fall short of whatever unnecessary and unrealistic expectations I have percolating in my head… I have to learn how to back off and take it on its own terms… If anything, I’m grateful there’s a recording artist presently working who has me thinking and wondering and expecting and, most important, listening. I listen to her first album at least once a week and have been doing so ever since it came out. Only, back then, I’d listen to it once a day.

Do you Zenou?

Art by Izak Zenou; click to enlarge.

Jane Fonda!

Via Divine Decadence, Darling!; click to enlarge.

For you June Kenny fans...

This obscurity recently appeared on Netflix instant; click image to enlarge.

Noomi Rapace

Via Suicide Blonde; click to enlarge.

Linda Evangelista

Via Girl in Photo; click to enlarge.

Weed respite: noir edition

A 1941 novella by Cornell Woolrich writing as William Irish, via Lunettes Noires; click to enlarge.

Her home was the gutter!

Pulp friction from 1954, via Decaying Hollywood Mansions; click to enlarge.

Lip Service

Above: Laura Fraser (a dead ringer for my dead sister) and Ruta (♥) Gedmintas, aka Cat and Frankie (♥♥) from Lip Service (you can watch it on Netflix instant); click to enlarge.

    Without a third season in sight, Lip Service has so far been both intensely promising and generally frustrating. While I find no fault with what I consider to be its secondary characters, the show failed to notice the goldmine that could have been in the bi-polar relationship between Cat and Frankie. I love how they’re introduced — Cat all conservative, Frankie all rock n’ roll — while peeling back an uneasy history of lust, longing and heartbreak. And for the first season, just six episodes, I was eager to see their potentially interesting future unfold.
    Unfortunately, as I got into season two (just another six episodes), there was something of a letdown — the spontaneity of the first gradually diminishes, characters devolve into superficial dramady figures… while one of its central, and genuinely compelling, women is dropped for good while the other is emotionally neutered and cast into exile. Midway through season two I began to question (rather than speculate) just where the thing was headed, and wondered what the charismatic Ruta would be doing next.

Tina Turner

Via Fookdamorph; click to enlarge.