Writing Stuff & a Great Documentary

Civilisations could rise and fall in the space between my blog posts, which actually seems quite the challenge… In the meantime, Versailles (if you’ve never watched it, DO) is playing, the Chevalier is being magnificently snarky with Madame de Montespan (he gets so many of the best lines!), and I’m taking time off from writing about a sexy artist, a hot Australian summer, and the man he’s determined to win over. Yeah, hot artist guy may have been a player once, but no more. There’s wine, great cooking, great painting, and great… you get where I’m going. It’s amazing how great food and great sex go so well together 😉

I love these two guys and the writing’s going very well, so here’s to turning the corner in what has not been a picnic of a year. That’s an understatement.

I am a total documentary junkie—I probably watch more doco’s than I do TV shows or film, and this one is brilliant, and about an artist I truly admire. Jean Michel Basquiat left the planet far, far too young, but left behind an incredible body of work.

Watch and enjoy.

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Legends & Losses

It’s Saturday here, and over the last week or so I wrote a number of posts for review sites, but never updated this one. My bad.

So this week… it started with the news of David Bowie’s death, and closed with Alan Rickman’s. One of the first people I spoke to about Bowie’s passing said it had shocked her because he always seemed so young, and he did.

Aside from sheer genius as a musician and great acting ability, he radiated an incredible, wonderful quality of curiosity about the world that apparently didn’t slow down with the years. I am sure that was a part of his agelessness.

I was going to link to one of my favorite Bowie songs, The Man Who Sold The World, but what the hell, I really love his sense of humor so here you are:

And Alan Rickman… well, I remember him first from Die Hard, then Sense & Sensibility among other movies, and natch, as Severus Snape. I loved his voice, his presence as an actor, and what came through the cameras as a fundamental decency.

Here is one very cool interview with the gentleman:

 

 

Conflicted

Hmm. Yes, I keep eyeing the swooning gentleman in the header image (glance towards the top of the screen, uh huh, there he is). One part of me loves him, because I do love art that’s more than a little operatic (there’s a Warhol doco playing, and it’s intriguing, so where does that leave me?) and another part is, well, contemplating changing it out for something else a little more contemporary.

Nah. The gentleman can stay. Gotta go baroque. Pun intended.

In the meantime, I’m reading Elmore Leonard together with Santino Hassell’s Five Boroughs and enjoying the incredible characters, dialogue and all round sensational writing abilities of both.

And naturally, between Warhol and Hassell, I’m being well and truly sold on New York. The sixties version and the contemporary one.

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photo credit: Chambers Special | vintage subway train new york city sign via photopin (license)