no means no

while we’re on this tangent, let’s remember no means no. ya? i actually didn’t know how obscure they were as my teen years were spent in a small town canadian bubble. i held them in the same regard as the dead kennedy’s, and kmfdm. luvs. oh my goodness, nostalgia over machine, when do we learn our lessons?  by kl

fugazi is for fake

no, not the f-ing amazing orson wells film ‘f is for fake’ exposed in an enlightening session with dd back in the day. but the definition.

according to my wiktionary…

Etymology

From Italian slang fugazi (“fake”); perhaps also slang version of fugacious derived from Latin fugac-, stem of fugāx (“ready to flee, flying”), hence, fleeting, transitory.

[edit] Adjective

fugazi (not generally comparable; )

  1. (slang) Artificial, fake, false. Can be in reference to a thing or a person. If a person it is usually in reference to a superficial person.
  2. (slang) Something that has no substance.

oh f.

by kl

Elvis Presley at 21


a great portrait of elvis presley by alfred wertheimer. crazy enough i’ve been listening to elvis these last few days. the man did have a incredible voice… the saddest part was his stint in hollywood where he reinvented what bad acting was all about and lost his southern kindness and defiant attitude to the bright lights. this picture shows a sadness that was well kept to himself. by dd

patti smith – polaroids

i remember the first time i saw patti smith polaroids in paris at “la fondation cartier” and the book published along with it. that was so great and so poetic, i guess people are nowadays a little more into those not so tech-ish thing but at the time that felt fresh (even if polaroids are not so fresh per say, i know) so i was happy to see another selection of her pictures this week end in the ny times. so from top to bottom, left to right we have: Pope Benedict XV’s slippers / a replica of William Blake’s life mask / Virginia Woolf’s bed /  Susan Sontag’s grave in Montparnasse Cemetery / Constantin Brancusi’s grave, also in Montparnasse / Robert Mapplethorpe’s slippers. more here. by pp.

cash, cash, cash, everywhere


we’ve been listening to johnny cash alll day, jackson, i’ve been everywhere, sue, ballad of a teenage queen, oney, and you name it. and you know what? we all do feel richer indeed. by xy

kisses from Camille Bidault Waddington

when life was colorful: camille bidault waddington kissing ex daddy jarvis cocker

camille bidault waddington kissing friend

camille bidault waddington kissing olivier zahn

camille bidault waddington kissing susanne deeken – mercer hotel

camille bidault waddington kissing yaz bukey

 

aaaah camille darling, you know we love you, but 1- how could you leave such an amazing man like jarvis and 2- what is this behavior and debauchery after jarvis? you should know there’s nothing really left to prove especially when you’re hanging out with mister cheese himself, olivier zahn. by dd