Old Hollywood

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Katharine Hepburn & Montgomery Clift on the set of Suddenly, Last Summer (1959, dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz) Photographer: Burt Glinn (via)

Rebecca West

"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute." Rebecca West

My fake plants died

Mikko Kuorinki, Wall Piece with 200 Letters, 2010-11.

“…because I did not pretend to water them.”

Catherine Deneuve

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Catherine Deneuve

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White Sands

A last minute trip out to New Mexico resulted in one of my favorite adventures to date. The night I arrived it was decided that not only would we head to White Sands that we would camp out there. We spent the rest of the night acquiring the many items we still needed in order to do this as no one had a tent or sleeping bags or much of anything for camping really.

We made the 4.5 hour drive down and had packed much of our gear onto a couple of sleds, thinking we were quite ingenius for devising this plan, because you have to hike about a mile into the desert to your campsite. We sorely underestimated the incline of these dunes and the difficulty of dragging a now very heavy couple of sleds up them. It was quite cinematic. While we were in this breathtaking place, we were trudging along with direct sunlight beating down. It was no average National Park Campground. There is no real trail, just miles and miles of white sand. Everywhere. Every so often you would see a wooden post which would let you know you were going in the right direction. But it never told you how much further or what direction to head in next. Even though this was regulated desert, I fully understood how one could easily get lost in these dunes. Having been very ambitious and thought we could just take everything in one go, we started dropping bags along the trail with the intent of actually finding the camping spot we had been assigned while a bit lighter and then going back for the abandoned gear. Yes, it was that remote. Or in our sweaty, fatigued minds it seemed so. After finding the spot and heading back for the last of the remnants left behind out of nowhere comes a Boy Scout Troop to carry it all the rest of the way. Thank Bajesus!

We got our camp set up just before dark fell and settled in nicely. We eventually watched a moon setting and were surrounded - literally - from horizon to horizon by stars. It was the most surreal time encompassed in our own little planetarium so fake looking that I swore someone was going to walk through with a laser pointer and indicate for me where Cassiopeia was. We sat back, drank whiskey, built a fire, and used an iphone app to tell us which stars were what. It was magical.

Fahrenheit 451

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Bernard Herrmann - Prelude (Fahrenheit 451: Original Film Score)

“When [Francois] Truffaut spoke to me about doing the score for the film, I said, ‘…You’re a great friend of [avant-garde composers] and this is a film that takes place in the future. Why shouldn’t you ask one of them? ‘Oh no, no,’ he said. ‘They’ll give me music of the twentieth century, but you’ll give me music of the twenty-first.’

I felt that the music of the next century would revert to a great lyrical simplicity and that it wouldn’t have truck with all this mechanistic stuff. Their lives would be scrutinized. In their music they would want something of simple nudity, of great elegance and simplicity. So I said, ‘If I do your picture, that’s the kind of score I want to write- strings, harps, and a few percussion instruments. I’m not interested in all this whoopee stuff that goes on being called the music of the future. I think that’s the music of the past.’”

-Herrmann, quoted in Steven Smith’s A Heart at Fire’s Center: The Life and Music of Bernard Herrmann