Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
#132 Rice Ride
Monday, November 20, 2006
#131 Soy Cuba
We went to see Soy Cuba.
It's a Russian film, made in Cuba, in 1964.
It's a bit triste but the cinematography is terrific. One long tracking shot starts with a party and a roof top 'beauty parade', then goes down the outside of the building, passes through sunbathers sipping cocktails and finishes underwater in the swimming pool.
In the story the Castro revolution is just beginning and in one scene a sympathiser's home is bombed. You don't actually see the plane, I imagine they didn't have enough in the budget, but it sounded real enough!
The film is rather long at 2:20 - but, if you like, you can find just the party sequence on YouTube.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
#130 I want to live like common people
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College - that's where I caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said in that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola,
She said fine (and in thirty seconds time) she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you".
Well what else could I do - I said "I'll see what I can do".
Words by Pulp. Miss Olympia by Claude Monet.
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College - that's where I caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said in that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola,
She said fine (and in thirty seconds time) she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you".
Well what else could I do - I said "I'll see what I can do".
Words by Pulp. Miss Olympia by Claude Monet.
Friday, November 10, 2006
#129 Mirrorman
I'm sorry to have to admit, but we have half of Australia's Great Barrier Reef decorating one of our mirrors.
Like the pony skin chairs, the tigron and kimono-dragon fur shooting jacket and the ivory chopsticks that we might have in our house, we didn't know they were verboten.
Sorry - we're going to put them all back ;-)
Like the pony skin chairs, the tigron and kimono-dragon fur shooting jacket and the ivory chopsticks that we might have in our house, we didn't know they were verboten.
Sorry - we're going to put them all back ;-)
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
#126 Chairs, Chairs and More Chairs.
I'm just starting to recover our Josef Hoffmann dinning chairs. We tracked down some Hoffmann designed material (couldn't get the original design), bought foam rubber, felt, glue, staples, tape and got to work.
On the left is the first one recovered - only seven more to do!
I'm a bit worried about the condition of our two Le Corbusier Dossier Basculant easy chairs (they were designed in 1928 but ours are a bit newer). I think they are covered in pony skin, which is, apparently, not permitted these days - are ponies an endangered species?
MANYA: (Angry) When I was a little girl in Poland, we all had ponies. My sister had pony, my cousin had pony . . . . . So, what's wrong with that?
JERRY: Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just merely expressing. . . . . .
Our Charles Rennie Mackintosh Hill House chair seems to be all right - that's 'cos no one ever sits on it :-)
. . . . and finally, some bird - said her name was Venus - came round and said Diego Velázquez sent her, and could she lie on our Hoffmann sofa for a bit and look in the mirror.
On the left is the first one recovered - only seven more to do!
I'm a bit worried about the condition of our two Le Corbusier Dossier Basculant easy chairs (they were designed in 1928 but ours are a bit newer). I think they are covered in pony skin, which is, apparently, not permitted these days - are ponies an endangered species?
MANYA: (Angry) When I was a little girl in Poland, we all had ponies. My sister had pony, my cousin had pony . . . . . So, what's wrong with that?
JERRY: Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just merely expressing. . . . . .
Our Charles Rennie Mackintosh Hill House chair seems to be all right - that's 'cos no one ever sits on it :-)
. . . . and finally, some bird - said her name was Venus - came round and said Diego Velázquez sent her, and could she lie on our Hoffmann sofa for a bit and look in the mirror.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
#125 Luncheon
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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