Have you ever considered that fate may have done you wrong? Ever ponder why you weren't cast in the role opposite your favorite lead? Sometimes I like to daydream what it would be like to cohabitate with the best of my list of quirky faces. Or maybe lay on a couch and play a board game with one of my crushes. Perhaps utilizing the aid of a time machine, and a lot of fantasy- I can imagine what it could be like. I think this idea has recently come to me because I've spent the past few nights watching CONTROL and JOY DIVISION. I have a sort of peculiar crush on ian curtis. I want to go back in time and rescue him. I think of it often. I've never seen a man dance better in my life. Music seemed to put him in a trance, and without the aid of drugs- made him appear spastic and wild. That intensity in his eyes when he was singing, struck such power. I get a tense throbbing emotional response in my gut when I hear that heavy sound. He's been described as being from another world, shy and yet when the light was upon him on stage...very much like he was plugged into huge electrical voltage. I am drawn to this sensitive soul and I nearly cave in- when I hear New Order sing : Walk in silence, Don't walk away, in silence. See the danger, Always danger, Endless talking, Life rebuilding, Don't walk away. --------------- Here's my odd list of fantasy folks- and the time period I wish I could pluck them out of so we could hang out (or make out): They are not in any order of preference: 1. Griffin Dunne : circa AFTER DARK. (to die for dark hair and eyes-plus neurotic energy) 2. Sam Riley : As his character playing Ian Curtis in CONTROL 3. Rob Lowe: circa St. Elmos Fire (eyeliner-prep school blazers, and a sax) who am I kidding I'd take him circa CLASS, or About Last Night too. Although my favorite lines in St. Elmo's Fire are always his- like the scene where he approaches a girl at the bar and asks if she wants to get outta there and she replies :"But I'm here with some girlfriends..." and he says "That's ok, this face seats 5" 4. Elliot Gould: Circa- The Long Goodbye. Ah, those curls- that sass 5. Ewan McGregor:circa Trainspotting and or Velvet Goldmine (ahhhh) 6.John Taylor circa Planet Earth 7. Adam Ant: circa Stand and Deliver 8. River Phoenix: Circa My Own Private Idaho or I LOVE YOU to DEATH 9. Christopher Walken The Deer Hunter or Annie Hall 10. Johnny Depp (anytime, anyplace, any era, wearing anything, or nothing) 11. Aidan Quinn: circa Reckless (OMG sex scenes never looked so good in H.S.) also a keeper in Desperately Seeking Susan. WATCH this til the spaz dance scene-way cool 12. Nicholas Cage **ONLY as Randy -- the only good time for him- VALLEY GIRL circa '82 (you've seen enough of these images lately) 13. Matt Dillon: circa OVER THE EDGE (or Little DArlings): quote from his first movie: "A kid who tells on another kid, is a dead kid." classic Of course wouldn't turn him away in Outsiders, Rumblefish or Drugstore Cowboy 14. Jeremy Davies :Spanking the Monkey- (I know it's a sketchy one) 15. Malcolm McClaren : CLOCKWORK ORANGE 16. James Franco- the Freaks and Geeks era 15 Robert Downey Jr. : Weird Science 16 James Spader: the early years- TUFF TURF 17. James Dean : Rebel without a Cause (or East of Eden) When he screams- "I've got the bullets" or "You're tearing me apart!" My best friend and I in high school were obsessed with him. We celebrated his birthday, honored his death day, and decorated our rooms with poster of him. 18. Mark Ruffalo: You Can Count on Me, or of course XX/XY. He has that boy next door appeal. I like the way his acting doesn't seem like acting. 19. Leonardo Dicaprio (I know, I know...the surprise on the list?) I can't help it. It's something about the Scorpio/Italian thing. I liked him in This Boy's Life/ and Basketball Diaries. The lean years. Look at them side by side... 20. the best for last: George Harrison- the psychedelic years
As I was sitting here posting that last blog, I felt my bed slightly sway. Sometimes when Georgie is scratching himself or playing it moves like that, but it got stronger and then I noticed my t.v. almost falling off it's stand, and then heard something glass fall in the kitchen. Georgie Boy came bolting in the room with a look of panic. I was trying to hold my mirror and my t.v. at the same time. The news says it was a 5.6 magnitude. Being on the 4th floor of a 1920's building makes me pretty optimistic, my room sways when a big truck goes down the block. Definitely a wake-up call to secure the valuables and get rid of more knick knacks. Nothing worse than being killed by a creepy owl or glass knick knack huh?
Here's some part 2 Photos from NYC. I extended my trip to stay til Monday. Sort of crazy, but necessary. I ended up dancing more in the last two days then I have here in L.A in the past 5 months. My legs are covered in bruises and every inch of my toes is decorated with blisters. Walking for miles in heels and then prancing around the dance floor will get you plenty. Sweating in a crowd of Italians and kicking your heels up in the air while dancing in a circle won't help either. I am proud to say that I managed to function on 9 hours of sleep in 4 days. We all had some good city boy "crushes" too. There's nothing like some summer fun flirting and barely getting home before the sun shows its face. Lots of good drinks went down the hatch while in the Big Apple. Check out this lovely chai latte with pretty layers.
met some boys at a place called DADDY's around 3:30 a.m. We started the evening watching Apes and Androids in Williamsburg and A Place to Bury Strangers So much cool Street ART here. Jeaneen and I spied some cool Judith Supine art plastered on walls around the city. Jeaneen's gradeschool pal Tara was DJing at Union Pool, so we headed to location dance spot #2
After Enid's, Jeaneen and I wandered to find 4:30 a.m. pizza slices. It was sort of funny to stumble upon an entire Brooklyn block with zombie like people clutching their pizza, sitting on stairs eating slices. As we found the only cab around, we invited a cute young shaggy hair guy to ride with us. He was wearing the same uniform that Adam Ant may have had on circa 1984. He said he was "new" to NYC. If we weren't so tired, perhaps we would have taken him home. IT was daylight when we hit home. Promptly at 10 a.m., Jo woke us up for the Sunday flea market. We decided to check out the Williamsburg Italian Carnival! Lots of colorful rides and sausage stands. My people, all sweaty singing and dancing in the streets ran into Derin and his lady Ellie there we found out that Fran's new friend who hung out with us a few days was born the same day and year as her! Scorpio power check out that lower ab tattoo: that's right it says "SUCK HERE"
There's nothing like zero sleep in NYC most of your stay, then partying for 12 hours before getting straight on a plane, finally finding your bed and crashing...only to wake up to THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN. The movie that made me want to cut off all my hair, reconsider my sexuality, and want to drive around like an outlaw. This movie is summer 80's style for me. I want to put on my thrashed boots and baggy high waisted shorts with four belts and march through my neighborhood looking for fun. There are crazy scenes where she has on those 85' style baggy pants like Bananarama street urchin. Cool bolero ties and denim torn vests. Skimpy and yet strong.
"The film was expected to be a big hit, especially with the MTV crowd, as evidenced by the immediate heavy rotation of its theme song, "Invincible" by Pat Benatar, which peaked at number four on America's Top Forty; however, its reviews were poor, and it only grossed approximately US$3.5 million.
The film's only home video release as of 2007 was on pan & scan VHS in 1985 and has yet to be released on DVD." (wikipedia)
When you're seventeen, people think they can do anything to you. Billie Jean is about to prove them wrong.
The last thing she ever expected was to be a hero.
Lots of makeout couples in the city I didn't get a picture of her, but darling New Yorker Ginny Branch came out for the signing in a fab flapper frock. I also met awesome fan: Joey at the signing I sat next to genius artist Gary Panter for the signing. You may remember him for his PEE WEE's Playhouse art. He upped the standard "book signing" by not only asking each and every fan what their name was- but then he would write it down and ask them what animal they wanted him to draw. Pretty accommodating huh? Then he would sign his name and the date. How do I follow that? This cutie came by with the LULA mag I illustrated and wanted me to sign it. She also brought me a pair of earrings she made! Weirdly enough they perfectly matched every color in my kookoo dress After the signing I jetted over to my friend's place, to meet her beautiful new kid and see her dangle on her trapeze. She had the perfect summer one-sie on. Saw this rad wine store window with creepy Doll diorama. I had to show you guys. Lots of doll getting down with picnics and partying I love this crazy cat wall We saw this guy on Ludlow pee all over himself. It was pretty grim. Right after he did, he mumbled "How you doing?" We ended up out til 4:30. The only women (fresh meat) in a dingy bar on the lower east side. If I had a dollar for every guy who sat down with a bad line I may have enough to afford my cab fare while here. But there were some nice ones who bought us some shots and entertained us. The D.J. was playing Romeo Void when we entered the bar, and kept the good hits going- by Sonic Youth-, LUSH, Bowie, Richard Hell etc... Rachel, Fran and I ended up crashing in my hotel bed that night and sleeping til check-out at noon.
I thought I'd share this picture of my mother at age 17 (pictured with her younger sister and brother) She just found this and emailed it to me. This was taken in 1965, and she loved the BEATLES and was taking Beauty School Classes. She would tease her hair and roll it up into a bee-hive. She and my father were neighbors.
The night before I left town, Miss Jennifer Brandt Taylor (author and Vintage PRO) had her debut BOOK signing in Hollywood. We strolled up at the very end of event, and were lucky to score a copy and have it signed in GOLD. The amazing book features a collection of creative shops, eateries, landmarks and decor revolving around the excitement of Hollywood (and California). Mrs Brandt Taylor weaves together the charming vintage treasures, the incredible history, the major players and then sprinkles on a coating of glitter. As a true L.A. native with fashionable parents and a a darling sister, she has sought to surround herself with colorful individuals who further her love and appreciation for a town dazzled with stars. Best thing about this vintage hand guide? The lush photos are reminiscent of old postcards lovingly saved and the info reads more like a friend is spilling some good secrets. Did I mention the lovely Jeaneen Lund shot the book? Did I mention all of my fab friends and their shops featured in it? Like "Come to MAMA, Hung on YOU, MADLEY in Venice, Sirens and Sailors"? Mr. G. BOY thinks this book has a nice relaxing cover. Loves to spoon it. Here's the author and her husband at the debut signing Miss Lizzie (her fab sis) on left
About 6 days ago I wrote the following passage but never posted it... Well, I leave today. The past few months have sort of been a blur of activity. I am anxious to leave and yet in desperate need of time away. Poor Boo is not pleased with the situation and upon seeing suitcases chose to pout for the day in a nearby box. At the moment he is asleep on my suitcase, in some effort to not be left behind. Mr. Georgie Boy doesn't mind if Kutmah takes care of him, they are old pals. Here's where I will update my trip back home- to Ohio: Let's begin with my greeting at the Cleveland airport by my sister and niece. Awesome welcome, we ended up watching 16 Candles til we all fell asleep on my Mom's bed. 2 things I realized while watching 1.) that I could recite that movie word for word 2.) Jake Ryan is universally transcending all sense of time on the hotness scale. The next day we shopped in my old hometown. This is the point where I realized that having children under 4 is not only demanding but exhausting (and may I add expensive). My sister has a small army over at her place. A one and half year old, a 3 year old and a 12 year old in addition to her Alpaca animal farm (6+ alpaca, 2 bulldogs, 1 weiner dog, too many cats to count). Lucky for her there are 6 acres to get lost in. this is what having a lot of kids looks like: I am nervous whenever I go home. It has something to do with the overwhelming sense of nostalgia that hits in waves and causes me to lose my appetite. I think everything is stirring my thoughts in the direction of the past. I notice lovely green yards with 4th of July banners and white picket fences. My mother points to a small house with rows of little flags and lets me know that a young soldier has recently died there. Something about hearing this information and the long drive home makes me want to cry. I remember myself at age 11 eating pork and beans and deviled eggs in the backyard of our neighbors place, near my old house. The year that my dad ran directly into a pipe (that had positioned a bottle rocket) and ended up in an ambulance bleeding from a gashed kneecap. On fourth of July in Ohio it always seemed to rain and always seemed to be sort of a blur. There are funny little places in Ohio, where crafty ladies create Martha Stewart like home-wares. Were talking lots of felt flowers, paint markers and glitter. My niece was way into them. Too bad they cost a small fortune. We often end up in these generic diners where every man is dressed in baggy pleated Dockers and older ladies with grey hair faintly tinted pink huddle over soggy eggs. That doesn't freak me out as much as the haunting soundtrack to my youth pouring out of the speakers at these eateries. First there is Psychedelic Furs "Love my way" and then "Blue Monday" by new order. And no one notices it, these sounds that drag me back to high school glory days. Everyone continues to talk slow, or not at all all the while my heart sinking. I want to drive around at night looking for action and parties. I imagine all of the stolen kisses in closets and dance sequences in the basement. None of this will occur on my trip down memory lane. I meet later for dinner with my father...the staunch McCain supporter, who talks politics til his face is red. He rambles about the problems with left-coast ideals and as his words blur I notice that Echo and the Bunnymen is playing on the radio. "killing moon" is the soundtrack to his rant, and mysteriously on the sound system of a conservative upper class cafe. As if a reminder that at one time there was something slightly cool here. My father tells me the elaborate (perhaps exaggerated) story about my great great grandma who was a true matriarch and owner of much of the land in that town. Her Italian roots spread deep throughout much of this little Ohio township. She was Sopranos before the Sopranos. According to old family lore, she heard her 2nd husband married her for money and shot him in the leg. The next day my mom takes me to my High School where she has to pick up a paycheck. We enter in the art wing where I spent much of my teen angst years. I peered into the empty classroom and remembered mostly the stale stench of my teachers breath. She had this amazing stare, her eyes mostly dilated and pale pale blue. I heard she passed away some years back. She was pretty awesome and did much to encourage my art. On the wall in that school wing they still had my art awards framed. I couldn't believe it. The lockers seemed bigger to me now. The smell of dusty maps or something inside of old books present in the vacant rooms. there are strange things sometime in Ohio, like these crafts. We discovered them in a creepy swap meet flea marketThings I did while in Ohio? 1.) gazed at the alpaca family grazing in the yard: 2.) attend an antique doll show 3.) jumped on various Hotel beds like I can't do at home. This photo is from the worst of my hotel rooms. They declined daily. (did I mention that the biggest letdown is spending cash on a nice room only to barely use the posh features ie: hot tub, pool, game room, minibar or BIG T.V.) 4.) watching your young nephews get locked out, and freak out. Then see them entertained for hours and hours simply by leaping off furniture into a pile of pillows: I especially love this picture of my nephew Ryder in my big hat. He has a nice fashion fetish and the perfect accessory- Skittles. 5.) saw old pals from the days way back. Most happy to see my best friend from High School Liisa. We were pretty much inseparable in those days. And always getting into trouble together, so it's funny that she ended up marrying a cop. That should keep her in line. Now you know why I slather on the 70 sunblock? The days of Boleros and savage tans is over. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The best night ever was in my last hotel room. My niece and sister came over for a good old fashioned slumber party. We watched a dvd, ran to the border at midnight (Taco Bell) Did I mention we did it Britney S. style--barefoot in p.j.s? Then we laughed and laughed about the police officers everywhere, and how we could be taken in if they're fashion police. We stumbled upon a jeep covered front to back with thick mud. Super scary and lawless like a serial killer (or hunter?). I think I've seen a Law and Order episode start out this way.