Boys will be boys

Glamour UK did a photo shoot with bright British actors for its February issue.

Spielberg: "This is gonna be the biggest hit of all time"

Lucas Looks Back On Movie-Making



As creator of the Star Wars universe, George Lucas launched a franchise whose impact on pop culture — and on Hollywood — has been immeasurable. His special-effects house has pioneered one cinematic revolution after another.



His latest project, though, is a book. George Lucas' Blockbusting is a go-to blueprint for the aspiring filmmaker, a behind-the-scenes history of movies that looks back over 100 years through the lens of 300 major hits: their creative genesis, why they stood out, how they became lasting icons. But mainly, it strips away the glitz and glamour of the movie-making biz and gets down to the nitty-gritty of how a movie is made, including everything from advertising expenses to production budgets to shooting schedules.

Of course, it all begins with the love of the movie. And with breaking into the business. Back in the '60s, when Lucas was getting started, there was "zero chance" of finding a way in, he says. In that notoriously nepotistic age, "you had to be related to somebody," he says.

Lucas and a small cadre of film-school friends, including the then-unknown Steven Spielberg and Francis Ford Coppola, set out to make their own way in.

"We loved movies, we loved making movies, and we cooperated with each other and were helping each other," Lucas says. "We were like, you know, rebels trying to work our way in somehow."

They screened their movies for each other, offering frank feedback and sharing advice. For years, even after the men had made names for themselves — Coppola with 1972's The Godfather, Lucas with American Graffiti in 1973, Spielberg with 1975's Jaws and 1977's Close Encounters of the Third Kind — they kept up the practice.

"When I did that with Star Wars, it was in really rough shape," Lucas says. The special effects weren't in yet. John Williams's score, either. And not everyone got it.

"Some friends, like Brian de Palma, said, you know, 'What's this crazy Force stuff, and why isn't there more blood?' ... I mean, the great thing about having friends watch your movie is they give it to you, which is what you want."

But one friend saw the promise, Lucas remembers.
"Some of them didn't understand it. ... [But] some of them, like Steve Spielberg, said, 'This is going to be the biggest hit of all time.'"

New Skins!

The Jazz Loft

The Jazz Loft Project is the most amazing thing I heard about recently. The book was published months ago. But I have just found their web site.

White Rose bar sign from the fourth floor of Sixth Avenue 821

From 1957 to 1965 legendary photographer W. Eugene Smith made approximately 4,000 hours of recordings on 1,741 reel-to-reel tapes and nearly 40,000 photographs in a loft building in Manhattan's wholesale flower district where major jazz musicians of the day gathered and played their music. Smith's work has remained in archives until now. The Jazz Loft Project is dedicated to uncovering the stories behind this legendary moment in American cultural history.

Eugene Smith at the loft.

The exhibition starts on February 17th, NY Public Library of Performing Arts.

Childhood Fierceness

I've been following Maxigumee's blog for about 4 years now. It's been a while since I last checked. Came across this sweet photoshoot today.
All about a childhood fantasy where you dream about having the whole hotel room to yourself and trashing it all down!

best first lines

26.org has a sweet project called the "best first lines"
here;
http://www.26.org.uk/essays.asp?id=10

some are really brilliant, like:
“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”Samuel Beckett, ‘Murphy’
Along with “Call me Ishmael”, from Moby Dick, this is actually the only first line I can quote from memory, but it’s a classic. There’s wit, world weariness and poetic rhythm all in there, and a huge sense of anticipation. You have to read on, and you’re not disappointed.
Martin Lee

Forget everything.”Bob Gill, ‘Logo Mania’
Bob gave me a copy after a long talkative lunch in New York last month. I hadn’t seen him since he taught me at the RCA 25 years ago, but he’s lost none of his steam, wit and scathing contempt for sloppy graphic design. A sprightly 76, Bob is still thinking radically about how ideas happen. This particular thesis – amongst many we chomped our way through – was that design solutions are increasingly meaningless and driven by style, and to find something truly interesting to say about anything we have to start from scratch. So throw out your software programmes, abandon your image banks, junk your brand onions, burn to your mood boards, donate your D&AD annuals to the Oxfam shop, stick all that lorem and ipsum through the shredder, and buy yourself a nice new pointy pencil. Tom Lynham

The Cheat Loop

Cheating, along with lying is wrapped around a tricky vicious circle. a cursed loop i might say. it reminds me of having class skipping as a habbit you can't break. it gradually grows, expands, spreads its roots to every extent of your life, tangles it up and you end up with a broken china in hand, trying to glue the precious pieces of your life. how pathetic is that.



in a way, it is a way of self destruction. if the biggest concern behind your tainted intention to cheat is not revenge - i'm talking about a real hunger for revenge - then, i can't find a reason to do so, if again you're not a freakin self destructor.



Because, all the cheaters around the world (a.t.c.a.t.w), (you should form a guild, organize group theraphy meetings, or make evil plans to rule the world and eventually end life on earth by cheating away) would agree that, after the act, you stop and stare for ridicilous amounts of hours with the curl in your stomach, with hunched down shoulders, head between your hands, thinking "why?", "was it worth it?", "what have i done?", "what will happen next?".



again, a.t.c.a.t.w would probably agree that, there's no fun in it at all. i'm excluding the exception of an evil revenge fuck and the demonic laughter comes right after it. if you're not a human being purely equiped with ammunation of evil, you don't say "that was fun!" after shagging the night away with a stranger or an ex, while your all-loving and trusting significant other is waiting for you to come home.



so, what's the point? maybe some would suggest that it is the "thrill of the moment",the excitement you sickly get from doing something forbidden. bullshit. first of all, there's no thrill in that act itself. most of the part you spend absorbed with the thoughts of "what am i doing? what am i doing? what am i doing?!" obviously, it is hard to be thrilled with the poisonous guilt rushing through your veins, but again, a self-destructor can easily enter an orgasmic mode, with all the guilt, the sadness, the frightening insecurity of the wrong side of the road.



excitement? not so much. if we're talking about the forbidden fruit fixation, then i might suggest public sex. the cheating scene is usually falls short, when it comes to satisfy the expectations. you think it would be the best you've ever had, a magical moment you could not resist, fireworks, a moment so thrilling that you would be excused when you say "how was i to resist something like that?"



but no. it usually goes wrong. i'm not just talking about the sex. if you go out for dinner, to talk, to get intimate about some question marks digging up your mind, maybe to feel romantic and flirty. that goes wrong too. because you always sit on that table, or lie in that bed with a split mind. half of you is somewhere far away strugling with your conscience. concentration, full intimacy, truthfulness, warmth, compassion is out of question. the dinner is cold, so as the bed.



ok, so a.t.c.a.t.w understand that this is bad. you feel like shit. but they keep on doing it. "no satisfaction."



simple as that, really. most of them are hopeless attention cravers, they are incapable of love most of the time, but in desperate need to be loved no matter what, they are strangers to their inner-self, don't know what they want, don't know how to find... so they find themselves trapped in this cheat loop every time.





so a piece of advice for a.t.c.a.t.w: take a u turn, or watch U Turn the movie, see how j.lo handles relationships, or her ass for that matter.





life is peachy.