Monday, January 31, 2011
Come gather around children, and I will tell you the tale of a man that dresses better then and owns more jewelry then most women, and in the same leather work out glove, smacks the other side of your face and says...No to women, for he is clearly gay. I am crowning him The Andy Warhol of My Generation. I mean he is on a Coke bottle for god sakes. He was quoted stating I don't want to be known for being a intellectual. Well then you won't lil buddy. Not by me anyway. Never the less I love what he did for Chanel and when I say "what he did" I mean saved their asses in the 90's. The tweed jacket is his forever. And we thank him for it. Cheers Karl
Thursday, January 27, 2011
This is my dream. John Gallano is also in that hand full of favorite designers. He did some work for Dior back in 07' and it has stayed with me ever since. He knows color like chefs know sugar. The show in Milan for his spring couture collection is LEGIT. It is almost as if someone mixed my two favorite Sofia Coppla movies and threw it on a runway, meanwhile a man that resembles Erich Von Stroheim hands me a bowl of green tea mochi ice cream with sliced oranges, and says in a stern voice, "Enjoy."
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
You gotta give them a hand for trying, right? Swinging is as taboo as as the word Taboo. To have a tongue in cheek approach to a sexually open and liberated "middle" America is a hard pill to swallow. San Fransiscian minded folks all round the country really wanted to believe that it was all about love, and free love at that. The definition of Free Love is the belief in or practice of sexual relations without marriage and without formal obligations. That just sounds like going "On Tour" to me. It was a blatant sign of the times. People were scared out of their minds that their tomorrow would never come, ie the war, cowboy politicians and so on. I guess I would have the same perspective(white people are nuts!)...But I think that Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice has the perfect ending to the almost childlike idea of the film. What can I say technicolor cinema and Natalie Woods just does it for me.
"My pride?!! My pride?! I don't want my pride!!!"
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass
glory in the flower
we will grieve not
rather find strength in what remains behind.
This was my "send em running" movie. This and The Damned Don't Cry. "Oh yeah don't worry, you'll love it."
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The last words of The Rube....
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt" — Hunter S. Thompson
Ralph Steadman and Hunter Thompson also went to Chicago to watch the carnage fly.The good Duke's first wife Sandra stated that upon Hunters return, he told her of the bloody tale he saw and the massacre in the streets. She said it was one of the few times she had ever seen Hunter cry. Even the biggest of Beast bleed.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Chicago 7... could have been 8 with Mr. Bobby Seale but he was too cool for the cool kids and picked on the judge so bad that he got his own separate trial, which in opinion, was bullshit. They(the united states government)feared him as they should have. Because as they were with Mr. Hoffman, they were wrong and they were too cowardly to admit it. The solid 7 were against the war, they were against segregation and they were not afraid to say it. "I support that." I can hear them now....HELL NO WE WONT GO!! HELL NO WE WONT GO!!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
This has not been officially submitted as a legal conspiracy theory. BUT, have you ever seen Matthew Knudsen and Robin Williams in the same place? Well maybe that's because they are the same person. Photos will suggest different. Significant age difference and height and weight, but we live in t he world of apps and iphones so we should trust no one. Look into the eyes of the beast. It is truth.
My bang obsession must end. It seems as if everywhere I turn there are big billowy bangs, taunting me. As if they say, Hello there, look at me and now look at your forehead. Hahahah! I know it will never happen. But I think the universe is surrounding me with something that will never happen, almost like a faux mirror. I can look at it. Admire it. But it will never be apart of me and that's ok. So the moral of the story is if you DO have bangs. Treat them good. Trim them. Not yourself (we all know when you do them yourself), but be a good mommy to your bangs and they will lead you down the prim rose path of banghood with your head held high and a smile on your face because you know you have bangs and they look wonderful.