Category Archives: Velvet Goldmine

Hippy Barfday, Sofia Coppola

Hippy Barfday, Sofia Coppola.  You’re officially over the hill, but your films sure aren’t .

And those Miss Dior “Cherie” commercials – Hot Cha Cha, Mama!

Let’s take a brief look…

Lick the Star

Her first film, black and white, irresistibly bad acting.  Any young filmmaker that can combine teenage girls in black lipstick, sinister plots involving arsenic, and a soundtrack featuring Kim Gordon is way okay. Check the blatant references to Flowers in the Attic, a book/movie that Miss Coppola draws influence from in almost all of her screen work.

The Virgin Suicides

I watched this movie when I was much too young, and I blame it for most of my teenage angst.  That’s how dreamy this movie is, that it made me wish for stricter curfews, a suicidal younger sister, and Bible homeschooling, just so I could rebel in a mischievous and seductive way.  Watch their eyes, they know what they’re doing to those poor neighbor boys, the young sirens.

Lost in Translation

I’m skipping this one. It hardly needs another review.

Marie Antoinette

Fabulous.  No other words.  Weak plot, simple characters, but DAMN luxurious. It makes you think you can pull off 18th century fashion everyday, and after this movie, I’d give up all modern appliances AND wear a corset for Marie’s castle.  Andddd there’s a shoe and pastry montage to Siouxsie & the Banshees – reason numero uno why all girls should love Miss Coppola.

Somewhere

I haven’t seen this one yet, but I DO plan to.  I simply can’t sit in a movie theatre, because I have a horrid case of the wiggles.  So when that movie hits redbox, I’ll be there, waiting.

Besides her illustrious career as a screen writer, director, and film maker, she also created a Japanese clothing line,

Milk Fed

with Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth.  It puts scrawny

Schmerican Apparel to shame.

Marie Antoinette Fanatic? Click Me!


Adele Bertei: Composer & Contortionist

First in the Punkettes series (because alphabetization is easily organized), is

Adele Bertei

“Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted.”

She escaped to New York from Cleveland, OH (a Midwesterner!!)  in 1977, probably the best time ever to be in New York.

Joining James Chance & the Contortions, she wailed on the organ like a madwoman, thus founding  New York No Wave, a group of musical deconstructionalists including DNA and Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.

She worked as Brian Eno’s assistant (jealous!) and through her oh so lucrative connections, The Contortions recorded their “No New York.”

Adele Bertei & James Chance

A songwriter for many artists, including Lydia Lunch, she became a center of New York counter-culture.

She also acted in an underground film: Born in Flames by Lizzie Borden.  After leaving New York with

her brand new all-girl punk band,  Bloods, she toured across Europe and the UK before finally settling in LA.

[BLOODS]


Punkettes: Predators, Poets, and Pandemonium

Even if punk isn’t your “thang,” you still know of the Boy Kings of the Seventies Punk scene – Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, Tommy Ramone, etc…

…but what about the ladies?

 They were just as angry, as rabid, as noisy, and maybe a bit more fascinating.  What happens when you mix an androgynous sex appeal, unmatched young fury, a talent for destructive aesthetics, and a penchant for mayhem?

Punkettes

The Definitive List

[Over the next few weeks, each of these lovely, venomous felines will have their stories, images, and anecdotes recorded here]

(!!plus some interviews!!)

{stay tuned}

Adele Bertei

Alice Bag

Caroline Coon

Cherie Currie

Cherry Vanilla

China Burg

Chrissie Hynde

Crystal & Sarah

Debbie Harry

Debbie Juvenile

Debbie Wilson

Elle – Stinky Toys

Exene Cervenka

Faye Fife – the Rezillos

Gaye Advert – the Adverts

Gem Weston – the Killjoys

Girlschool

Helen of Troy

Ikue Mori

Ivy Rorschach

Jan Parker – Security Risk

Jane Suck

Jayne Casey – Big in Japan

Joan Jett

Jordan

Julie Burchill

Kleenex/Lilliput

Lene Lovich

Linda Ashby

Lora Logic

Lydia Lunch

Marion Fudger – the Art Attacks

Marion Valentino – the Doll/ Beggars Banquet

Nancy Arlen

Nancy Spungen

Nicole Panter

Pat Place

Patti Smith

Pauline – Bodies

Pauline Murray – Penetration

Penelope Houston – the Avengers

Penelope Spheeris

Poly Styrene – X Ray Specs

Shanne Skratch

Sharon Hayman

Simone Stenfors

Siouxsie Sioux

Soo Catwoman

Sophie Richmond

Susan Czezowski

Susan Springfield – Erasers

The Innocents

The Molestors

The Sick Things – Charlie

The Slits

Tina Weymouth

Tracie O’Keefe

Vermilion

Vivienne Westwood

{The Slits}

 


Carmen Miranda

Ayyyyy Caramba!

Cinco de Mayo = salsa dancing and tequila.

So I bought a cha-cha aerobic video that was on sale yesterday.

Someday I will dance like Carmen Miranda.

Until then, soak up her fruit-laden goodness.

Hot Cha Cha!


Velvet Goldmine: Audrey Hepburn

It’s Miss Hepburn’s Birthday today.

I’m assuming everyone in the world is writing about her today, so instead of the boring rundown of her extremely fascinating life and picture history you can find on Wikipedia, I’m going to write about my unhealthy obsession with the lovely Miss Hepburn.

It started the usual way, a poster of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”  I was hooked (duh).  I needed that dress, and that cigarette holder, and that cat, immediately.

And then I saw Funny Face >>>

…and Roman Holiday, My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Charade, Paris When It Sizzles, and even that one from the sixties when she’s kind of old, but still gorgeous.

For my birthday last year, a friend got me a Audrey Hepburn Famous Photos book, and I bought a jar of Modge Podge and went to work.  My room now (somehow) has this Audrey Hepburn creepy stalker thing going on now.  I have a large poster, two medium posters, a couple small posters, a “My Fair Lady” advertisement in my mirror, a couple wine bottles with her face glued to them, and my jewelry box has a tiny, tiny portrait of her on the inside of the lid.

I’m a creep.

But I don’t care.


Burroughs vs. Bowie

There’s two men in my life that I respect a lot.  They spoke to me when I was sad and young, they told me it was okay to be a weirdo, and they even really, really encouraged me to paint my face, wear outrageous clothes, and speak like a schizo. I love them.

But enough gushy stuff. Here they are in all their glory:

William S. Burroughs : beat writer, heroin addict, and shot his wife. 

David Bowie : musician, costume aficionado , and believed he was a spaceman.

Neither of these brief descriptions do these fabulous men justice.  Both are voices of sects of forgotten people; the outsiders, the underground, the subterraneans, the too-bright, and the all around weirdos.

They agreed to meet for a Rolling Stone Interview in 1974, mainly because they wanted to compare and contrast their magical abilities.

So, once upon a time, they collided.  I believe the atom bomb was created on this same day, and possibly the dinosaurs became extinct and scientists re-evaluate the Big Bang Theory.

The main points of this Interview are as follows:

-they agree they both like sexual liberation

-they agree the end of the world is coming soon

-they agree Chinese people possibly don’t have a soul

-they agree Andy Warhol is a lizard man

[read the whole Interview here]


Fan Bing Bing – a Ling

Spring Fashion Weeks = Lotsa Lotsa Asian Persuasion Inspired looks.

Check out any fashion magazine last month. Yellow Fever.

Let me explain the cause:

FAN BING BING; actress, model, sexy sexy superstar



Hippy Barfday, Maya Deren!

Because it’s her birthday soon… and I adore birthdays. And the word “juxtaposition” which I have deemed her unofficial mantra.

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Maya Deren : Gorgeous, Genius, Film Maker Extraordinaire,

Let me (and somebody else’s descriptions) brief

you on the beauty of two of my

favorite films.

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943)

A large flower, the silhouette of a figure briskly walking away, a house key, a bread knife, a telephone receiver resting off the hook, and a spinning phonographic turntable define the shifting functional elements in Meshes of the Afternoon from which the film’s evolving, malleable construct – the fragile and tenuously interconnected mesh of actual and perceived reality – is intriguingly (and ingenuously) mapped. A woman (Maya Deren) walking along the sidewalk near her home catches a momentary glimpse of a figure turning the corner, unlatches the front door and, after a cursory inspection of the empty household, proceeds upstairs to rest on an armchair situated by a front-view window. From this deceptively simple introductory premise, Maya Deren modulates the mise-en-scene of seemingly mundane objects to create overlapping, yet non-intersecting planes of existential reality, using permutations of recurring images – mirrored surfaces (the apparition’s face, polished metal spheres, a hand mirror), glass, duality and doppelgangers – to represent variably interlocking narrative fragments of observation, inference, deduction, and memory. Unfolding with the narrative discontinuity characteristic of nouvelle roman literature (creating an idiosyncratically dissociative filmic language that also characterizes Alain Resnais’ subsequent feature films, particularly Last Year at Marienbad and Je t’aime, je t’aime), the film posits a series of subtle structural, temporal, and logical mutations, creating a sublimely recursive, mind-bending meditation on the interaction between experience and memory, domestic banality and violence, imagination and causation.

At Land (1944)

At Land is another of Maya Deren’s dream like films. The message which it transmits to and its main subject rests on the idea of the mutability of a personality. Maya said once that this film was made to show people the struggle to maintain the personal identity. The whole film has only 15 minutes, in which a whole life is subjectively described. It was made in the year of 1944, and Deren was the one who wrote, directed and played, the featured role in it, just like in her first movie Meshes of the Afternoon. Maya Deren is laying on the sand, and the ocean’s waves are coming and going like if she had been spelled from it. This symbolic birth from the sea was particularly chosen to make us think of the role of education. She came from the sea, different from all the others who had influences and rules to follow since were born. Having the chance to find out by herself who she is and what she is doing there at that specific moment, like in a natural way Maya would say, make her run. The film is all about her world exploration, her curiosity to discover what is in there, criticizing the society at that time which was not curious to know if there was any truth besides television or Hollywood. At the end, she chooses to go back to the sea after her incessant odyssey at land to find an identity.

<<http://www.film-makerscoop.com/search/search.php?author=Maya+Deren>> (Because they’re better critics than I am)

You can rent her films at that link, too.

Or you can click my link to watch them FOR FREE on youtube.

Because Maya Deren’s kind of anti-establishment like that.




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