Saturday, October 17, 2009

Barbara Garcia


ph: Alexei Hay

From my vaults: Amy Adams


Amy Adams

Lonneke Engel



ph: Marcus Ohlsson

Frank Zappa

Crystal Renn

Daniel Charms, 31 Plays, #13


(Maurits Cornelis Escher)

The Mathematician and Andrey Semenovich

The Mathematician (pulling a sphere out of his head):
I pulled a sphere out of my head.
I pulled a sphere out of my head.
I pulled a sphere out of my head.
I pulled a sphere out of my head.

Andrey Semenovich:
Put it back in.
Put it back in.
Put it back in.
Put it back in.

The Mathematician:
No, I won't.
No, I won't.
No, I won't.
No, I won't.

Andrey Semenovich:
So don't.
So don't.
So don't.

The Mathematician:
So I won't.
So I won't.
So I won't.

Andrey Semenovich:
Whatever.
Whatever.
Whatever.

The Mathematician:
So I won.
So I won.
So I won.

Andrey Semenovich: You won, so relax.

The Mathematician:
No, I won't relax.
No, I won't relax.
No, I won't relax.

Andrey Semenovich: Although you are mathematician, to be honest, you are not very smart.

The Mathematician:
No, I am very smart and know a lot!
No, I am very smart and know a lot!
No, I am very smart and know a lot!

Andrey Semenovich: You know a lot, only it is not worth anything.

The Mathematician:
No, it's worth a lot.
No, it's worth a lot.
No, it's worth a lot.

Andrey Semenovich: I'm tired with this silliness.

The Mathematician:
No, you're not.
No, you're not.
No, you're not.

(Andrey Semenovich waves his hand with sadness and leaves. The Mathematician waits for minute and then goes after Andrey Semenovich.)

Curtains.

Fiona Apple

Blowup (1966)




A mod London photographer believes that he has photographed a murder.

Superficially this is a Swinging London classic, but the movie's center is the ennui of a self-obsessed Narcissus.

Who's That Girl?

New stuff

Lakshmi Menon

From my vaults


Roy Acuff

Alek Alexeyeva


ph: Felix Lammers

Friday, October 16, 2009

Daniel Charms, 31 Plays, #12


The Dream

Kalugin falls asleep and has a dream: He was sitting in some bushes when a policeman walks by.

Kalugin wakes up, scratches his mouth, falls asleep again, and has another dream: He passes by the bushes, but there sits a policeman, hiding .

Kalugin wakes up, puts a newspaper under his head so his saliva would not wet the pillow, falls asleep again, and has another dream: He is sitting in the bushes and a policeman passes by.

Kalugin wakes up, changes the newspaper, lies down and falls asleep again. Falling asleep and having a dream again: he passes by the bushes, but there sits a policeman, hiding in the bushes.

So Kalugin wakes up and decides not to sleep anymore, but momentarily falls asleep and has a dream: He is standing behind a policeman while the bushes are passing by.

Kalugin screams and rolls all over the bed, but can not wake up. Kalugin sleeps straight for four days and four nights, and on the fifth day he wakes up so thin, that his boots had to be tied up with little ropes, so they won't fall off.

In the bakery where Kalugin was usually buying his wheat bread, he was not recognized and spitefully given semi-rye.

When the Sanitary Inspection comes up to inspect the apartments and saw Kalugin, they found him anti sanitary and worthless and ordered his landlord to throw him out together with all his dust.

Kalugin was fold in halves and thrown away like dust.

Emily Senko

U.S. Marshals (1998)


US Marshal Samuel Gerard and his team of Marshals are assigned to track down Sheridan a murderer and robber.

Standard and only modestly suspenseful thriller.

Yulia Leontieva

Who's That Girl?

New Stuff


The Road to Guantanamo (2006)




Part drama, part documentary, The Road to Guantánamo focuses on the Tipton Three, a trio of British Muslims who were held in Guantanamo Bay for two years until they were released without charge.

Free of any political bias this docu-drama centers its story on the heart-wrenching fate of basically young and unassuming men stumbling into an unimaginable hell.

Melissa Rose Haro

From my vaults


Amy Acker

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Georgia Frost



ph: Tom Munro

From my vaults: Anthony 'Big Tuna' Accardo



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Accardo

Madisyn Ritland



ph: Eric Guillemain

Natalia Vodianova

Jennifer Connelly



ph: Carter Smith

Daniel Charms, 31 Plays, #11


The story of the two pugilists

Alexey Alexeevich got Andrey Karlovich in a tight headlock, and after several punches in the face, lets him go.

Andrey Karlovich, pale with madness, rushes at Alexey Alexeevich and hits him in the teeth.

Alexey Alekseevich, not expecting such a fast comeback, drops on the floor, when Andrey Karlovich climbs on top of him, takes his dentures out of his mouth and starts working on Alexey Alexeevich face. Alexey Alexeevich gets up from the floor with his face absolutely tortured and with one nostril ripped. Holding his face, Alexey Alexeevich runs away.

Then, Andrey Karlovich cleans his dentures, puts it back where it belongs, clacks his teeth making sure that the dentures were adjusted well enough, looks around and, not finding Alexey Alexeevich, goes after him.

Cate Blanchett

From my vaults


Svetlana Abzalova

Who's That Girl?

Bits from Infinite Jest #3



He had to put an audio message on his answering device saying that starting that afternoon he was going to be unreachable for several days. He had to clean his bedroom, because once he had dope he would not leave his bedroom except to go to the refrigerator and the bathroom, and even then the trips would be very quick. He had to throw out all his beer and liquor, because if he drank alcohol and smoked dope at the same time he would get dizzy and ill, and if he had alcohol in the house he could not be releid on not to drink it once he started smoking dope.

David Foster Wallace

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Nichola Czyz

From my vaults


Susan Abraham
ph: John French

Chanel Iman



ph: Keiichi Nitta

Daniel Charms, 31 Plays, #10


Petrakov's Accident

Once Petrakov wanted to go to bed, but instead went flying over the bed. He fell onto the ground and hurt himself so hard that he couldn't get up.

So Petrakov gathered all his powers and managed to stand on all four. But his powers left him again and he fell onto his stomach and just lied there.

Petrakov was laying on the floor for about five hours. At first, he just lied there, but then he fell asleep.

The nap recharged Petrakov's powers. He woke up absolutely healthy, got up, took a walk around his room and carefully lied on the bed. "Well, - he thought - I will get some sleep now." But he didn't feel sleepy anymore. He rolled from side to side but couldn't fall asleep.

This is actually it.

Who's That Girl?

Once (2006)



A modern-day musical about a busker and an immigrant and their eventful week in Dublin, as they write, rehearse and record songs that tell their love story.

Wonderful sentimental musical with some beautiful songs, at times a bit too touchy-feely.

Eugenia Mandzhieva

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Bits from Infinite Jest #2


The insect on the shelf was back. It didn't semm to do anything. It just came out of the hole in the girder onto the edge of the steel shelf and sat there. After a while it would disappear back into the hole in the girder, and he was pretty sure it didn't do anything in there either. He felt similar to the insect inside the girder his shelf was connected to, but was not sure how he was similar.

David Foster Wallace

Débora Muller

From my vaults

Luca Gadjus



ph: Karen Collins

Daniel Charms, 31 Plays, #9


The Chest

A man with a thin neck, climbed inside a wooden chest, locked the top and started to suffocate.

- Look, - says the suffocating man with a thin neck, - I am suffocating inside this chest, because I have a thin neck. I would rather asphyxiate than open up the chest. Gradually, I will be dying. I will witness the struggle between life and death. The fight will be unnatural, but with equal chances, but because death naturally prevails, and life, doomed to death, is only hopelessly struggling with the enemy up until the last moment.

Throughout the struggle that is about to happen, life will know the way of its victory: in order to win, life will have to order my arms to lift up the top of the chest. We'll see... who's going to win? Oh... This mothballs stink so badly!... If only I'd live... I'd rather put makhorka than mothballs among the things in this chest... This is it. It started: I can not breath anymore. I am dead, it is clear! I don't have a single chance left. And nothing distinguishing was left in my head. I am suffocating!

What?! What is it?! Something just happened, but I can't really see what is it. I saw something or heard something!

What?! Something happened again! My God! I don't have any air. I think I am dying...

And what is this? Why am I singing? It looks like my neck hurts... But where is the chest? Why do I see everything that is in my room? I can't believe it, but I am lying on the floor! And where is the chest?

The man with a thin neck got off the floor and looked around. There was no chest around. Things that were in the chest, were now lying on the stools and on the bed, but there was no chest around.

The man with a thin neck says: - Life won over death and I will never find out how...