3.27.2009
3.26.2009
A Photostat of Jane March (1997)
Does anyone remember how beautiful Jane March was in The Lover?
A film of the Marguerite Duras story it was, and narrated by Jeanne Moreau even, I think.
Jean-Jacques Annaud was the director of it who described, "the din of the heat," so well for this.
I wish I had more to say about it.
I dont.
But this guy sure does.
A film of the Marguerite Duras story it was, and narrated by Jeanne Moreau even, I think.
Jean-Jacques Annaud was the director of it who described, "the din of the heat," so well for this.
I wish I had more to say about it.
I dont.
But this guy sure does.
3.25.2009
A Word from Our Sponsor
Generally, everything you’ll see here at PROOF is made especially for you by yours only,
but just now I was over at the grain edit feed and found these great, vintage ads from The Dharma Initiative.
So I’m posting them.
but just now I was over at the grain edit feed and found these great, vintage ads from The Dharma Initiative.
So I’m posting them.
These go out to Drew Johnson,
who was getting pretty into the LOST series the last time I saw him.
Now, a year or so later, it’s in regular syndication
Now, a year or so later, it’s in regular syndication
so I put it on from time to time and let me tell you, Mr. Johnson,
that shit don’t make a bit o’ sense!
I should probably be watching the episodes in order and all that, but still...
I should probably be watching the episodes in order and all that, but still...
Huh?
Anyhow, the designer responsible for these is one Adam Campbell who, as you see, spares nothing for the sake of authenticity.
Anyhow, the designer responsible for these is one Adam Campbell who, as you see, spares nothing for the sake of authenticity.
(I’m ’Oliver Twist’)
3.24.2009
Jerome Levin
Jerome is an old friend from art school.
We made a lotta stuff together.
He is one of a very few artists with whom I can collaborate.
He sent me this stuff a while ago.
I forget when.
Obviously, he is being extra French here.
Cool handwriting, though, right?
Well,
We made a lotta stuff together.
He is one of a very few artists with whom I can collaborate.
He sent me this stuff a while ago.
I forget when.
Obviously, he is being extra French here.
Cool handwriting, though, right?
Well,
Jerome eventually married a pretty girl,
moved to New York,
made some pretty children
and is currently living the dream.
Fucker.
moved to New York,
made some pretty children
and is currently living the dream.
Fucker.
3.23.2009
Miss You, Kirsty (1997)
Sadly, she's not alive anymore.
She was swimming in Cuban waters and got run over by a speedboat or something is what I heard.
A stupid shame, for sure.
Now she sings for the Choir Invisible (metaphorically) and they never sounded better!
Here's a photocopy I made of her in, like, 1997 or thereabouts.
If you wanna check out some Kirsty, there's a 'best of' album you can download by clicking this.
And there's more to be learnt here, too.
Added: Heres an accurate account of Kirsty's tragic/heroic passing (from Wikipedia)...
MacColl had a busy, successful year in 2000, with the success of Tropical Brainstorm, as well as her participation in the presentation of a radio programme she had done for the BBC on Cuba. MacColl decided to take a much needed holiday, and she, her partner, musician James Knight and her sons travelled to Cozumel, Mexico. She intended to introduce her sons during the trip to an activity she loved – scuba diving. On 18 December 2000, she and her sons went diving in Cozumel, in a specific diving area that watercraft were restricted from entering. With the group was a local veteran divemaster, Iván Díaz. As the group was surfacing from a dive, a speeding powerboat entered the restricted area. MacColl saw the boat coming before her sons. Louis was not in the boat's path, but Jamie was. She was able to push him out of the way (he sustained minor head and rib injuries) but in doing so, she was hit by the boat and killed instantly. MacColl's remains were repatriated to the United Kingdom and the subsequent funeral took place at Mortlake Crematorium in London.
The boat involved in the accident was owned by Mexican supermarket millionaire Guillermo González Nova, who was on board with several members of his family. An employee of González Nova's, boathand José Cen Yam, claimed to have been driving the boat at the time that the accident occurred. Several published reports have included accounts from eyewitnesses that have stated Cen Yam was not at the controls; eyewitnesses also indicate that the boat was travelling much faster than the speed of one knot that Nova had claimed. Cen Yam was found guilty of culpable homicide and was sentenced to 2 years 10 months in prison. However, he was allowed under Mexican law to pay a punitive fine of 1034 pesos (about £61 or US$90) in lieu of the prison sentence. He was also ordered to pay approximately US $2150 in restitution to MacColl's family, an amount based on his wages. Published reports have included statements from people who spoke to Cen Yam after the accident, claiming Cen Yam had received money for taking the blame for the incident.
MacColl had a busy, successful year in 2000, with the success of Tropical Brainstorm, as well as her participation in the presentation of a radio programme she had done for the BBC on Cuba. MacColl decided to take a much needed holiday, and she, her partner, musician James Knight and her sons travelled to Cozumel, Mexico. She intended to introduce her sons during the trip to an activity she loved – scuba diving. On 18 December 2000, she and her sons went diving in Cozumel, in a specific diving area that watercraft were restricted from entering. With the group was a local veteran divemaster, Iván Díaz. As the group was surfacing from a dive, a speeding powerboat entered the restricted area. MacColl saw the boat coming before her sons. Louis was not in the boat's path, but Jamie was. She was able to push him out of the way (he sustained minor head and rib injuries) but in doing so, she was hit by the boat and killed instantly. MacColl's remains were repatriated to the United Kingdom and the subsequent funeral took place at Mortlake Crematorium in London.
The boat involved in the accident was owned by Mexican supermarket millionaire Guillermo González Nova, who was on board with several members of his family. An employee of González Nova's, boathand José Cen Yam, claimed to have been driving the boat at the time that the accident occurred. Several published reports have included accounts from eyewitnesses that have stated Cen Yam was not at the controls; eyewitnesses also indicate that the boat was travelling much faster than the speed of one knot that Nova had claimed. Cen Yam was found guilty of culpable homicide and was sentenced to 2 years 10 months in prison. However, he was allowed under Mexican law to pay a punitive fine of 1034 pesos (about £61 or US$90) in lieu of the prison sentence. He was also ordered to pay approximately US $2150 in restitution to MacColl's family, an amount based on his wages. Published reports have included statements from people who spoke to Cen Yam after the accident, claiming Cen Yam had received money for taking the blame for the incident.
3.22.2009
3.21.2009
The View From The Ninth Floor (2000/2009)
Here are some views of Washington Avenue and surrounding area in downtown St. Louis from around the turn of the century.
Huh.
I'm just now noticing that the term 'turn of the century' doesn't mean what it used to and that its use here is even further confused by my application of that same distressing filter which I just cannot seem to get enough of.
It, furthermore, doesn't much help that everything I'm shooting here is, in fact, about a hundred years old.
I suppose I could tell you the story of the ninth floor but it's not really all that interesting and I've already taken up enough of your valuable time.
Excuse me, won't you?
Huh.
I'm just now noticing that the term 'turn of the century' doesn't mean what it used to and that its use here is even further confused by my application of that same distressing filter which I just cannot seem to get enough of.
It, furthermore, doesn't much help that everything I'm shooting here is, in fact, about a hundred years old.
I suppose I could tell you the story of the ninth floor but it's not really all that interesting and I've already taken up enough of your valuable time.
Excuse me, won't you?
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