Saturday, May 1, 2010

From my vaults: Marie-Hélène Arnaud

ph: Loomis Dean

Jessica Stam

ph: Anne Combaz

New York

Charlotte Lohmann

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

To me the white cat is a messenger who summons me to confront the horror of thermonuclear devastation as seen from the pet shop at Dillon's, chasing my cats through a wrecked house with a gun. The vision filled me with desolation and an iron resolve to prevent this big-power outrage. We need a miracle. Leave the details to Joe...
Joe places a cat box on the board room table. Gently he removes a white cat. The board members crawl under the table, screaming, "THE WHITE CAT! THE WHITE CAT!"

Lula Makaganchuck

Ataui Deng

ph: Richard Burbridge

Alien: Resurrection (1997)

200 years after her death, Ellen Ripley is revived as a powerful human/Alien hybrid clone who must continue her war against the Aliens.

Too ambitious for its own good this installment of the Aliens series is quite messy, but has some moments, especially concerning the visuals.

The Movies I Watched in April

Alien: Resurrection (1997) 6
AVPR: Aliens vs Predator - Requiem (2007) 5
Dark Passage (1947) 6
Deep Cover (1992) 6
Ella Enchanted (2004) 5
Honey (2003) 5
Il conquistatore di Atlantide (1965) 4
Jet Pilot (1957) 4
Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949) 6
La sirène du Mississipi (1969) 6
Midnight Cowboy (1969) 7

Phase IV (1974) 7

Pursuit to Algiers (1945) 5
Red Eye (2005) 6
Scott Walker: 30 Century Man (2006) 7

Sea Devils (1953) 5
Shutter Island (2010) 6
The Alphabet Killer (2008) 5
The Brotherhood (2001) (V) 4
The Hound of the Baskervilles (1939) 6
The House of Fear (1945) 7

The Informant! (2009) 6
The Negotiator (1998) 6
The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (1974) 8

Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008) 6

Kate Beckinsale

Illustrator: Yehrin Tong

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Hilary Rhoda

From my vaults: Hrafnhildur Arnardottir

Marta Berzkalna

New York

Annemara Post

ph: Kristian Schuller

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

The white cat symbolizes the silvery moon prying into corners and cleansing the sky for the day to follow. The white cat is "the cleaner" or "the animal that cleans itself," described by the Sanskrit word Margaras, which means "the hunter who follows the track; the investigator; the skip tracer." The white cat is the hunter and the killer, his path lighted by the silvery moon. All dark, hidden places and beings are revealed in that inexorably gentle light. You can't shake your white cat because your white cat is you. You can't hide from your white cat because your white cat hides with you.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Marysia Zakrzewska

From my vaults: Rolf Armstrong


Nina Maria de Raadt

New York

The Baudouine Building (ph: Andrea Mohin)

Michelle McCallum

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

Reading over these notes, which were simply a journal of my year at the Stone House, I am absolutely appalled. So often, looking back over my past life, I exclaim: "My God, who is this?" Seen from here I appear as a most unsightly cartoon of someone who is awful enough to begin with...simpering, complacent, callous... "Got his ass bit by a dog." "Leaving one feeling vaguely guilty" ... "like an Arab boy who knows he is being naughty" ...snippy old English queen voice... "I am looking to find a good home for Smoky."

Ileana Gonzalez

ph: Martin Lucesole

Natalia Vodianova

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: John Jude Palencar

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Naomi Preizler

ph: Antonella Arismendi

From my vaults: Patrick Armstrong

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Carré Otis

ph: Michel Comte

New York

Teresa Boratynska

First Lines: William Faulkner - Light in August

Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena thinks, 'I have come from Alabama: a fur piece. All the way from Alabama a-walking. A fur piece.'

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Phil May


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Donyale Luna

From my vaults: Louis Armstrong


Lidia Prus

ph: Danilo Giuliani

Kate Moss irrégulière

Florien Lightart

New York

Jobyna Ralston

First Lines: Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.