Carey Mulligan
Just saw An Education (2009) by Lone Scherfig (adapted for the screen by Nick Hornby) and the film is all about Mulligan. And it’s a good thing. It’s a very good thing, in fact. She is absolutely fantastic in it. She’s amazing. She’s radiant, luminescent, incandescent…She’s everything to do with light, fire, stars and all those things… Someone needs to start a fuckyeahcareymulligan tumblr this instant.
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The Joy Formidable @ Koko, London, 27 Oct 09
I had never heard of them until I saw them open for Passion Pit at a recent gig. That was a very nice surprise. Particularly because I was in the mood for that type of music that night. Ritzy Bryan is such a good poser; I don’t know how much of a rock chick she truly is, but man does she play the part well.
They’ve made a few tracks downloadable for free on last.fm. Good stuff but their sound and attitude translate better on stage; they’re just more enjoyable live and loud.
The Joy Formidable - Austere
The Joy Formidable - Whirring
Flick set: The Joy Formidable @ Koko
The Dream House, Rutland, Vermont
Philip Seymour Hoffman
Tilda Swinton
Dylan Baker
Dylan Baker
Jullianne Moore
William H Macy
Tilda Swinton
William H Macy
Gregory Crewdson’s Dream House portfolio for the New York Times, 2002.
“The catalyst for these pictures was an empty ranch-style house in Rutland Vermont. The furniture, lamps, even the hand-towels in the bathrooms, were exactly as the owners had left them ten years earlier when they passed away. It was an eerie and beautiful place, painted with memories. Absence was one of the furnishings.”
— Kathy Ryan, photo editor of The New York Times Magazine.
“…I just brought two unrelated ideas to the table. One was that I had always wanted to photograph Tilda Swinton and the other was that I also wanted to make a series of photographs in a particular uninhabited ranch house in Vermont. […] We amassed an additional list of actors, who I felt could inhabit the world of my pictures. […] We had mapped out a concept: to spend the entire month of August, with a production crew, in the house, separately photographing these actors. My parameters were that I would have complete artistic control and that the actors must come alone, unaccompanied by assistants or entourage. What ensued was a magical adventure, strange, enchanting and totally unique magical adventure.
— Gregory Crewdson
“I said no photos, you little shit!” — angry Michael Angelakos bashes a fan’s camera with his mic at a recent Passion Pit gig.
….Ok, so, that’s not exactly what happened. Angelakos is too sweet a guy to be doing that. But his mic did collide with my camera. The collision was very minor and totally accidental, I am sure of it. Now, I wish I could say the same of the tiny girl standing next to me: she suddenly disappeared under Michael’s weight and when she resurfaced a minute later she looked somewhat damaged by that unexpected encounter. Ouch.
Flickr set: Passion Pit at Koko, London, 27 Oct 09
My Private Screening with Pauline Kael — by Wes Anderson (via thisrecording)
“Her Parkinson’s makes it difficult for her to write. That’s why she quit The New Yorker. I asked her if she’d ever dictated a review, and she said, ‘I think I wrote more with my hand than with my brain.’ She said she would never write again.” — Wes Anderson
I find the piece rather moving, I must say.
Just got back from the IMF/World Bank Annual Meetings in Istanbul. Phil, one of our reporters, and Scott, one of our photographers, covered the riots on our last day there. Going through a bunch of invoices today, I’ve just come across Phil’s expenses; one of his entries reads “Coffee with Scott after riot: TL10”. That made me laugh.
Photos by Scott McGale
Loney, Dear @ Union Chapel, London, 10 Sep 09
When I come out of a live gig, my first thought is pretty much to compare the live renditions with the recordings. Grizzly Bear, for instance, sound as sleek, multi-layered and sophisticated on stage as they do on their albums, Deerhunter, well, not so much…Loney, Dear? So so, so much better. Simply put, there is not one song from his live set that didn’t sound ten times as good as their studio versions (big credit to his accompanying band, particularly his back-up singer and his drummer). So much so, that it’s now rather frustrating going back to the Dear John album and not being able to feel it the same way I did two nights ago.
Two highlights of the show: “Under A Silent Sea“ for its rich instrumentation and electro effects, and “The Meter Marks OK” for the goosebump inducing audience participation (there were some seriously good singers among us…I, for one, was wise enough to keep my mouth shut).
Kassel & Bellucci (via none00: Soldout Design Blog)
You’ll never see a Brad&Angelina reblog on here. Just FYI.
Wildbirds & Peacedrums @ Union Chapel, London, 10 Sep 09
I like Loney, Dear (his second album even more than his first) but what drove me to go see him live was that he was getting support from fellow Swedes, Wildbirds & Peacedrums. I anticipated great things from their live performance and couldn’t wait to witness their mad drumming and haunting vocals combo on stage. I wasn’t disappointed one bit. The venue being a church, the acoustic was perfect for this sort of percussion-heavy act and Mariam Wallentin’s voice carried beautifully well across the room. It got very close to a religious experience — not so much the meditating sort but more of the epileptic trance kind.
The hell with Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. It started rather well, I have to say, with the long nose descriptions and all that fun nonsense, but it quickly… dragged on. And on. Half way through and I couldn’t wait for the fucking Indian partition to happen, for our hero to finally be born, die, and be done with the whole thing. But I didn’t wait for that. Instead, I ditched the book and considered joining Illiterates Anonymous - seriously, that’s four books in a row I started but couldn’t finish… it’s either that or I take pills against ADD. Well, actually, what I did was take comfort in the cosy world of PG Wodehouse. I picked up an old favourite of mine, “Heavy Weather”, gulped it down in one go and felt instantly better about myself. I might indulge in some more Wodehouse (or David Lodge, why not) until I feel strong enough to handle the heavy literary fuckers. Or maybe I’ll just watch Buffy.
Rossy de Palma
What a striking Picassoesque face that woman has. She’s always brilliantly cast by Almodóvar (I particulalry remember her as the lesbian maid in Kika). Her cameo in Los Abrazos Rotos is very short but memorable.
Deerhunter @ Koko, London 24 August 09
Well, I wasn’t particularly blown away by Deerhunter live, nor was I particularly disappointed. They mostly performed songs from Microcastle, which I’m not complaining about since it’s got plenty of great tracks and I’m not familiar with the rest of their discography anyway. Thing is, they hadn’t really reworked any of their songs for the stage, some of them sounding like pale copies of their studio versions. One thing I really found annoying was how Bradford Cox’s vocals were completely drowned out by the chords and drums, except for “Microcastle”, which for that precise reason was the highlight of the evening for me.
Sidenote: Deerhunter brought along two Californian bands for support. I found Crystal Antlers rather cool the first couple of songs but then I swiftly moved on and proceeded to go to my happy place and watch a movie there. It was however impossible to mentally block out Health, but I’m not sure if it’s because I found them impressive or if it’s simply due to the fact that their noise rock was so loud that it caused internal bleeding.
