Hello, Mister Dylan; Happy Birthday Mister Cash.

 

Just James Dean

and how he breaks my heart every time. (East of Eden, 1955)

Let me kiss you.

Happy Birthday, my love.

I dreamed you came in the mail today.

Young Leonardo Dicaprio all wrapped in leather and pretty boy flesh. 

 

   

Music 101

Roxette is not a she. Roxette is a they. Get your facts or get on my nerves. On the contrary, no matter how hateful might seem the way I started this, I'm perfectly cool and I'm just off to sleep. Well maybe I was a bit hateful.

   
   

Mad Girl Lazarus

February eleventh of this year is Sylvia's 50th death anniversary. I will love her until I, too, rest.

Man In Black

September 12, 2012: Johnny Cash's ninth death anniversary.

Backstage 1959

October 1959

Janis Joplin 1969 mugshot for disorderly conduct.

I badly want to go.  As if it's as easy as not giving a fuck.

(c) Kenneth Cappello

My bust size is the same as Greta Garbo's.

Anita Page and the ‘ Ideal Screen Type ‘ 1928

Picasso

Oh Jim.

 I made this gif of Jim to give me good vibes. And because I miss Regina and I can't help but remember her face when I let her watch the docu. La la la. Stop it you.

Video clip from When you're Strange (2010)

Happy Birthday Ernest Hemingway.

“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”

- A Moveable Feast

“Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others…But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.”
- A Farewell to Arms

“I was so sentimental about you I’d break anyone’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believed in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I’m deaf with it. Love is that dirty aborting horror that you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up It’s half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I’m through with you and I’m through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer.” 

- To have And Have Not

“So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.”

- The Snows Of Kilimanjaro

"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake you know."

“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.”

Truffaut and Moreau

"We’re not too easy on each other, but we treat each other with great gentleness and tenderness, we’re a bit fearful of each other but not too much."
— François Truffaut (Truffaut: A Biography By Antoine de Baecque, Serge Toubiana)

Jeanne Moreau and François Truffaut had been friends since 1957 and had an on-and-off again relationship during the pre-production of Jules et Jim and the summer of 1964, which is when The Bride Wore Black was written as a tribute to Moreau, the woman he loved. They remained friends until Truffaut’s death in 1984.

I better go grind my grapes.

It was a really nice Friday and Saturday morning with you. Reading a book over coffee, discovering new places, watching an unexpected panoramic view of the lake, walking in the rain, singing old songs, the cold, the conversations, the silence in between, sleepiness and the breakfast hot chocolate. It was all good.

We don't have a photo (because it will just ruin moments), so here's Johnny Cash and June.

Oh George.

George Harrison (1943-2001). Favorite Beatle forever, if forever exists. 

You're burning out their eyes and burning down the lights, Sugar Kane.

Chloe Sevigny

It was electric kind of nice.

Rainbow Gathering

Rainbow Gatherings are temporary intentional communities, typically held in outdoor settings, and espousing and practicing ideals of peace, love, harmony, freedom and community, as a consciously expressed alternative to mainstream popular culture, consumerism, capitalism and mass media.

Winona Forever