In my parents kitchen there is a John Wayne calender on the wall
I was thinking is it in a gay's make-up that they obsess over strong/broken/embittered women, women on the edge, women who are bottle-edge walking round and round a broken down Smirnoff junkyard? I wonder about this, because I obsess over this style of woman, even on Eastenders my favourite characters are those whose faces tell their stories, give me a DOT or a CORA or a SHIRLEY or an ANGIE WATTS anyday, all that moth-eaten-faux-mink-collared-camelcoat, nicotine edged finger and over processsed hair, I sort of collaspse and can't stop staring. But I guess that the edges of any society are definitely more facinating then the middle. I like that woman who has her religion, who has a fucked-up moral code, sparrow legs and long hair in her youth, my woman is an amalgamation, a merry medley of so many. On my Amazon wishlist I have this whole section of films and biographies of certain female filmstars. Ranging from both the Hepburn's to Keaton to early Streep, Crawford, Karina, Bacall…Ryder, the Fannings all these ladies appeal to my sense of what I see as the ideal, I think it would be a little too Frankenstein to wish to join them all together. I also think I would be a little scared to see this idealised woman, because she probably would not be ideal.
I watched POSSESSED starring Joan Crawford last night, it was on my wishlist, but is now sat propped up against my laptop screen, the quote on the back says:
"'I LOVE YOU' IS SUCH AN INADEQUATE WAY OF SAYING I LOVE YOU"
Possessed is film noir at its dark destroyer best, the woman driven mad by the fact that her love does not feel the same for her. From the opening shots of her walking the streets, to her catatonic arrival at the hospital and her relaying of her story, the reasons why she lays staring up at hospital lights. her story plays out in true fatal attraction style, embittered, thrilling, BAM BAM.
What I love about this film, what I love about a lot of film noir is the build, the way the camera lingers on a sot of a building, landscape, like a pause as they set up the next scene and then action. The use of flashback and memory is classic film-noir, so the line between her reality and fantasy is blurred.
This was posted by standbyme on the 9th of October, 2012
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Now the weather has turned and winter is approaching and the autumn winds are rattling through my bones and its that dreamy time of year when you can strat wearing long johns and layering clothes into ritzy colour stories, so I have been researching new jumpers to add to the other jumpers being pulled from their back of the cupboard hibernation, these are my favourites:
From S.N.S. Herning the LIMBO which fullfills all my usual coastal wants and wet dream needs
Another one called PORT from S.N.S. Herning, this is like a damp blueberry in shade and I like that fishing Guernsey raised up kint stitch reference.
This is a sweatshirt, this is like all my SUPER loVERS sweatshirts that I treasure and wash so carefully.
This was posted by standbyme on the 8th of October, 2012
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If you know me, then you'll know I am a big fan of Peanuts and on the LIFE magazine website they have a whole photoessay of Charles M.Schulz, one day I would like to visit the Peanuts museum, I would like that.
This was posted by standbyme on the 3rd of October, 2012
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I am crazy for these three looks from the return of Veronique Branquinho
This was posted by standbyme on the 27th of September, 2012
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Sharon is an addict, Sharon goes to meetings and stands under a single spotlight, her wide-set jaw casting shadows across the room, adding to the drama, Sharon locks her addiction away in a metal filing cabinet, asking Joey to swallow the key and to keep swallowing it out of her sight even when he defecates it out, poor Joey with his coffee training on Broadway Market and his fondness for carrying a half-empty ring-binder, who is really a soft soul at heart, who even when hit by Tyler, walks away and makes an amazing macchiato. Poor Sharon who struggles to walk up the stairs at the Vic because of all the memories, who refused Phil's offer to manage the pub, she is happy at the club, the club she owned when her fireman boyfriend died…at least she has her painkillers locked in the cabinet, I think a few slams from her wide-set jaw would open it and where is Denny? Is he trapped in some Groundhog-Power-Ben10-Mighty-Morphin Day with Oscar? Or is he playing hide and seek under his mothers jawline? Anyway Sharon is battling her demons, much like Tyler, who seems to have bulked up to INCREDIBLE proportions whilst away from the square – is this the arrival of JOey-effect? And where is Whitney? Since Kat and Alfie drove off to sort out their love, Jean has turned into Kat and her version of a landlady, just cuter and with a range of clothes from Dorothy Perkins, she favours a sequinned shoulder with half-baked smoky eye, it was cute when she got tough with the locals and Derek – proper cute. Cuter then a burping Roxy going at it with AJ whilst daddy Jack leers and sneers at anything in a skirt whose hem is 20cm's above the knee. His sneer isn't as proficient as Michael's, who is left desolate and almost ready for the workhouse since Janine left in her shiny red fast car and slowly destroyed Michael's skinny suited life from a distance, I cannot wait for her return, for the a battle royale of epic epic proportions, JUST CAN'T WAIT…like I can't wait for Said to leave, because he winds the bee-jesus out of me, all this cleaning product, fleecing the restaurant out of cheques and cleaning products and weddings and lock-ups full of cleaning products and that cranberry hooded top he wears…he winds the shite out of me…the sooner he goes the better for all, because I am dreading Roxy as a bridesmaid at their wedding dressed like a transvestite BO-PeeP, pollution for the soul, the stuff that nightmares are made of…It is nice that the get-along-gang are back together, that Abbie's tan has washed-off, that Lola's get more reactive every episode, her face more mixed breed small dog like and jay if he is not careful will end up with a middle-aged hump, loved only by a couple of homeless people who take sanctuary in the library he'll work in when he is older, he'll shuffle through the shelves in a drip-dry shirt/trouser combination in a biscuit shade from BHS, lamenting his hunched youth…
This was posted by standbyme on the 26th of September, 2012
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paris in 9pictures
I was just in Paris, I listened to lots of New Yorker podcasts as I walked around in the September sun, listening to the discussions about stories, I had a super voodoo moment when your friend comes in front of your face unexpected in a Marais basement at 01:30am, a nice voodoo surprise. Below are a tonne of instagrams I took. I was also thinking that my friends take dead good instagrams (these are their instagram names to follow): muxipuxi, river_of_daisies, sammccoach, stephaniemast, hop91 and mine is daveyhop. Also, I didn't care too much for the selection in Colette, I liked the crockery upstairs at Merci, 7L had some wet-dreamy books, plus I am crazy for that street, it is sort of like Cork Street in London, I think I fell a little bit more in love with the other side of the river this time, more then usual.