Saturday, December 4, 2010

Nana Keita


Janis Ian



Website:

http://www.janisian.com

Janis Ian - At Seventeen

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired.

The valentines I never knew.
The Friday night charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful.
At seventeen I learned the truth.

And those of us with ravaged faces
lacking in the social graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the phone
who called to say – come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities.
It isn't all it seems at seventeen.

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
whose name I never could pronounce
said – Pity please the ones who serve.
They only get what they deserve.

The rich relationed hometown queen
marries into what she needs
with a guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly.

Remember those who win the game
lose the love they sought to gain.
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
exceeds accounts received at seventeen.

To those of us who knew the pain
of valentines that never came.
and those whose names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball.

It was long ago and far away.
The world was younger than today.
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me.

We all play the game, and when we dare
we cheat ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone.
Repenting other lives unknown
that call and say – Come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
at ugly girls like me, at seventeen.

Monika Sawicka


From my vaults: Mischa Barton


Bio:

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

Ola Scislewska



ph: Marcin Tyszka

New York

Natalia Vodianova

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside



  There is Wimpy, the orange-white cat, on a chair by the bed. If I shut the door to my room he whines and paws at the door. He isn't hungry. He just wants to be near me or near somebody who loves him. Billy used to do that in the house on Wagner Street in Algiers. He would cry outside my door until I opened it. And the house was a lot like this house, a plain white-frame house, long and narrow.

Valeria Karaman

New Stuff: The New Yorker

Corinna Drengk

The Movies I Watched in November



Anna Karenina (1935)  6
Bad Boys (1995)  5
Deep Blue Sea (1999)  6
A Bullet For the General (1966)  6
Ensemble, c'est tout (2007)  6
Fear of the Dark (2002)  6
Gone in a Heartbeat (1996) (TV)  5
Groundhog Day (1993)  8

Lone Wolf McQuade (1983)  5
Next (2007)  5
Royce (1994) (TV)  5
Somewhere (2010)  7

The Glass Key (1942)  7

The Invasion (2007)  5
The Man From Laramie (1955)  6
The Siege (1998)  6
Under Capricorn (1949)  6

















































Who's That Girl?

Photographer: Aaron Feaver



Find more at:

http://feaverishphotography.com

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Stephanie van Arendonk

New Stuff: The New Yorker



(art: Bruce McCall)

Monika Hederova


New Stuff: Saturday Night Live



I must admit I have never seen a single episode of this legendary show, so I thought it's about time...

Chloe Levareux

New Stuff: Killing Joke



When this album was released I was entirely thrilled by their relentless sound, but soon their albums came much more closer to mainstream pop. I did see them play live, a promotional gig at Tower records on Piccadally Circus. By thenI really didn't like them anymore. However, looking them up, it seems they are alive and well and back to their old strengths.

Kim Feenstra

New Stuff: Street Photography Now



Actually, it was Ursula who got this book, but I'm keen on looking through it myself.

Who's That Girl?

Artist: Kathy Halper



Find more at:

http://www.kathyhalper.com

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Kate Moss irrégulière

From my vaults: Freddie Bartholomew



Bio:

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

Ann Ward

New Stuff: Nico



I guess there's no need to explain why I got this album:-)

Anna Piirainen


New Stuff: Derek and the Dominos



I used to have this as record. It is great not for Eric Clapton's guitar, but for Duane Allman's.

Dani Witt


New Stuff: Frank Sinatra



For decades my pal Gerhard has been recommending this classic album, now I finally got it.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Araceli González

New York

Valentina Dimitrova

First Lines: William Gaddis - J R



—Money . . . in a voice that rustled.

Sara Emilia Bernat

New Stuff: A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving



Unfortunately this came a few days late for my Thanksgiving dinner party...

Tara Jean Nordbrock

The Invasion (2007)




As a Washington psychiatrist unearths the origin of an alien epidemic, she also discovers her son might be the only way it can be stopped.

Although fairly well made this space invasion thriller adds nothing new to the genre.

Who's That Girl?

Photographer: Anna Wolf



Find more at:

http://www.annawolf.com

Kristina Tarasenko


ph: Andrey Bykhov

Sparklehorse






Sparklehorse - someday I'll treat you good


Theres something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I couldnt wait around
I couldnt wait another second
Something going on around here

I left my baby on the side of the highway
She just couldnt see things my way

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

Everything thats made is made to decay
Well Im shrinking bones in the sun
Wont you tell me why that
The beautiful ones are always crazy
Shes whispering like morticia now

I left my baby on the side of the road
I left her with a heavy load

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

Something going on around here
I could not crawl back if I tried
I left my baby on the side of highway
She just couldnt see things my way

Someday I will treat you good
Someday I will treat you fine
Someday I will treat you good
You know I should

Angelika Ponomarenko

From my vaults: Richard Barthelmess



Bio:

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

Alyssa Sutherland