pradafied:Alexander McQueen S/S 1999 photographed by Irving Penn for Vogue US December 2001
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Catherine Deneuve & Serge Gainsbourg - Ces Petits Riens. There have been so many covers of Ces Petits Riens, and this one basically defines the ultimate retro-chic-with-lots-of-nicotine version. There’s a promotion video of the song on Youtube, featuring Gainsbourg and Deneuve sitting in a car. A lame observation that I made was that Deneuve, who is known for her slim-cig-in-hand look, was actually not smoking in the video. I think it’s better with just Gainsbourg smoking in this case because if both of them puff out smoke while sitting side by side, it would make the entire picture too symmetrical and the vehicle a complete blur of carbon monoxide. Anyway, it’s very French.
Keith Richards at the Heathrow Airport, June 23 1966. NO TOUCHING YOU GUISE!
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sludged:Elle (US), April 1998 / ‘Simply Irresistible’,ph. Gilles Bensimon
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lasherx:Helmut Lang Pre Fall 2013
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Keith, Olympic Studios, 1967.
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Mrs. Vreeland certainly and inarguably has better taste than all of you combined. I encourage you to take a look at “The Eye Has to Travel”, it will definitely tone down your self-imagined artistic superiority and make you rethink your so-called aesthetic approach in life. Don’t even try to argue otherwise.
I’m not even gonna go into every transformative and avant-garde creation that Yves Saint Laurent had brought to this civilization. All that Le Smoking, Mondrian, Trapeze, Safari, Morocco, etc, have been much discussed by others. I remember the first time I watched “L’Amour Fou”. The opening scene of Saint Laurent’s retirement speech in 2002, followed by Pierre Berge’s speech at Saint Laurent’s funeral in 2008, were enough to stir one’s tiny heart. I just watched it again, and this time I actually wrote down the English translation of the transcript word for word. The following part was particularly emotional to me: “Every man needs aesthetic ghosts in order to live. I have pursued them, sought them, and hunted them down. I have experienced many forms of anxiety, many forms of hell. I have known fear and terrible solitude, the false friendship of tranquilizers and drugs, the prison of depression and mental homes. I emerged from all that one day, dazzled but sober. Marcel Proust had taught me, that ‘the splendid and pathetic family of the neurotic is the salt of the earth’”. I did not choose this fatal lineage, yet it is what allowed me to rise up in the heaven of artistic creation, frequent what Rimbaud called ‘the makers of fire’, find myself, and understand that the most important encounter in life, is the encounter with oneself...”
In the years that I’ve had a Tumblr, I’ve probably posted no more than 3 videos collectively (lest they ruin the pristine layout of my portrait-orientation-only posting habit. I tend to avoid posting landscape pictures as well strictly for this reason). But while watching “Almost Famous” today, I was completely struck by the scene in which Penny Lane nearly OD’ed on Quaaludes. What really made the scene so beautiful was the background music, Stevie Wonder’s “My Cherie Amour”. Honestly, I’ve never given any particular thoughts about that song. Great song, but not something that would strike me as the greatest masterpiece. When it’s put in the context of this scene, however, I could almost feel some kind of visual and aural levitation. With Penny Lane nearly unconscious, this is actually quite a dark scene, so such a sweet lovey-dovey music choice might’ve felt ironic at first. But as William watched Penny Lane’s fully careless display of her flaws, unhappiness, and self-destructive response to Russell’s betrayal, all he saw was the sweetness of her existence. William watched her with a faint smile in a distance as she was being forced to swallow a tube and throw up whatever substance she’s been consuming. His facial expression was almost like a deliverance of an understanding and acceptance of her flaws. To perfect the scene even more, the camera traced Penny’s kicking feet and legs, subtly revealing some extremely sensual (though also quite fucked up) movements. I don’t know about you, but I personally find this scene oh so beautiful. BEAUTIFUL!
From Past Imperfect by Deborah Turbeville
“‘Oh that sounds very interesting. What goes on?’”
‘Nothing…she never speaks…waits for something to happen…no sound…we’re not to move…no talking…we must look straight ahead - or away into space - never at each other…no smiling…she prefers bad weather…doesn’t care if we’re cold or wet - shivering - awful…given little things to eat and coffee…chocolate bars for energy.’” - Anna Pavlova
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