These two movie posters scared the shit out of me as a child in the '80s. When I would go to the video store with my parents, I had to will myself not to look up to where these posters were hanging, menacingly, from the ceiling.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
"I think that all human achievement is like a lego. Everything can be supported by small components which have a common source material. When we go inside the material - stone, glass or a piece of wood - with an electron microscope, the deeper we go, magnifying a hundred-, a thousand-, a million times, then the more interesting the picture becomes. We see wonderful and fantastic landscapes. If we then magnify it even further, closer to the depths, there come unbelievable things. Then suddenly in front of us is an absolutely uniform commonality. This is the picture of the atom, which is common to all things. No matter what the material. Be it a stone or something else. We are at the boundary. Here there is no difference between architecture and music."
Source: Interview with Immo Mihkelson, 1998
Friday, March 18, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
There is something wonderful about the simplicity of breakfast. At the moment, I have some oats soaking in buttermilk in a bowl in the fridge. The oats will swell overnight and when I wake in the morning they will be ready to be mixed with some flour, butter, and eggs and cooked into oatmeal banana pancakes. I will eat them with maple syrup with a few slices of crisp bacon on the side. This will be accompanied by a cup of hot tea.
Most mornings are not like this. Most mornings I stumble out of bed and eat cold cereal with sliced bananas or peanut butter on multigrain toast. Occasionally, I will have a small bowl of lemon yogurt with homemade olive oil granola. As much as I gain pleasure from elaborate brunches on Sunday mornings, it is the humbleness of everyday breakfast that brings me the most satisfaction and comfort. When I travel, I fall in love with the first meal of the day, in its uncomplicated earnestness. A toasty baguette with butter and jam, a fresh croissant, a sesame bagel with cream cheese and a latte, smoked salmon on a slice of rye with a sliver of chive, an apple danish, or a tartine with butter, sea salt, and honey. The immediacy of lunch and the fussiness of dinner are absent from these foods, leaving only a meal that is effortless and without presumption.
Tomorrow morning I will wake up and be rewarded with the aroma of hot pancakes browning in the frying pan and the salty sweet smell of bacon, a simple meal that is perhaps the epitome of weekend decadence. What makes it even better is that it will be Monday.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Laura Mars has a problem. She's a wildly successful, controversial fashion photographer a la Helmut Newton (whose photographs double for hers in the film):
but every once in a while she sees through the eyes of a serial killer whose next victim might be her!
Everyone is a suspect, including Laura's shady ex-con driver (played by a young Brad Dourif), her crazy ex-husband, and her loyal assistant.
And because the killer is in her mind, she can't take refuge in her huge uptown apartment, massive downtown studio, or in the arms of the young detective trying to solve the case (a turtleneck-clad, unibrow-ed Tommy Lee Jones):
Glamorous parties provide little distraction.
This film doesn't make a lot of sense, but Faye Dunaway makes up for it by being just so classy and wearing a lovely wardrobe of 3/4 lenth skirts, capes, dramatic plaid scarves and a lot of '70s beige: