Posts Tagged ‘film’

~my own best fiend~

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Today I’ve been thinking about The Monster at the End of This Book, a Little Golden Book of my childhood featuring the neurotic but lovable Grover (and somehow in my mind, Klaus Kinski). In it he pleads with the reader in increasingly hysteric tones to not turn the page, in a foiled attempt to avoid […]

~pathé tuschinski~

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

The comparison was already floating through my mind, of Amsterdam with San Francisco. The cafes, the bohos, the acceptance of people as they are–and a certain air of self-acceptance that comes from living in a Mecca of so-called tolerance. And, so I had read, Amsterdam even has it’s own refurbished Deco movie house, Pathé Tuschinski. […]

~let’s get lost~

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Whenever I hear the word “culture,” I bring out my checkbook. ~Le Mépris, Godard, 1963 We spent the following day on the gorgeous island of Capri, or part of it, as you can see above. One lands at the large port (x number 1) and can from there take the funicular to the main piazetta […]

~x marks the spot~

Friday, April 18th, 2008

Three of my favorite parts of this journey were found when righteously lost, and I’m feeling that is something worth noting. It is also ironic as the adventure included a visit to Alfonso’s cousin Antonio, who designs software for Fiat, most particularly GPS, or Global Positioning Systems. We began by driving to Torino–Turin–by way of […]

~the green valleys of silliness~

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Easter water is thought to have healing properties–farmers once herded their cattle to brooks on Easter morning to protect them from illnesses. Another tradition calls for young women (ahem) to bathe in the early morning on Easter to secure everlasting youth and beauty. Who am I to doubt it? All bathed and youthful, we had […]

~ver sacrum: the rite of (nearly!) spring~

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

How a lady feels after an uncharacteristic night of Blaufränkisch… The Medicean Venus, in her case of rosewood and 200 year old warbly Venetian glass, looks something like Snow White waiting for her transplant.… Saturday began at the Naschmarkt, a produce and specialty food market along the Wien river that has been around since the […]

~only a trace~

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

“C’est une fraise qui skie!” (It’s a strawberry that skis!) is what the girl said about the prized figurine she pulled from her pocket, in the hopes that I would ask her about it, so I did. We were waiting for the funi to take us back down the mountain after an afternoons adventure, all […]

~penny dreadful~

Friday, December 28th, 2007

“Goths are not born, they are made.” my dear friend Michelle says as we stand on the corner of Hollywood and Sunset Blvds. We have just been to the $5 Sunday matinée at the Vista, a refurbished Egypt-Deco theater from the 1920s that to me is so very Hollywood-of-my-childhood, tho technically it’s in Los Feliz. […]

~j’ai deux amours~

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

I woke before dawn, made cafe, and after writing, researched things to do in Paris. I made a list and then Ali and I headed for “our cafe” from our last visit for late late (a theme?) brunch. Then to the Jardin des Tuilieres, since neither of us have been. It was suddenly 80 degrees […]

~blush & knock your knees~

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

When a favorite singer/songwriter/all-around rockin chick Kristin Hersh (of Throwing Muses and 50 Foot Wave) hosted a contest which involved making a 30-45 second video for one of her songs, I had to take the opportunity to pay homage to someone whose music has been a soundtrack for my creative noodling for so long. (who […]

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