I just came across this picture of a very come-hither-ish Montgomery Clift while looking through an email from Phaidon Press. It’s from a new photography book, “Stanley Kubrick: Drama and Shadows,” a collection of images captured by the film director betwen 1945 and 1950, when he was still very young.
I know I may be one of the last people to discover Kubrick as photographer, but I still thought it worth broadcasting these images for those who might otherwise miss them.
I think we can safely assume that the equally adorable subject of the picture below is the photographer himself.
Category: Happy
heading for Florida and the Miami art fairs
okay, I saw these three in L.A., but they’ll have to do for now
If you’re in Miami next week for the art fairs* we may bump into each other, that is, if I can be pried out of our rental Beetle convertible.
We don’t schedule our travels around these events, but Barry and I decided I had to see Florida at least once in my lifetime. If I needed an excuse, Art Basel (more especially the five other, progressively more scrappy shows which have been scheduled for the same days) and a long-standing invitation from an old school friend who lives on South Beach, seemed to be the absolute best.
For those who don’t know my face, I’ll probably be the only one with a red button on whatever top I’m wearing [I’m from New York, so I almost wrote “or coat”].
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For a narrative, and some links, see Ed winkleman here and here, but don’t forget Frisbee
gotta love a boy with a little bicycle and a red scarf
especially if he’s part of a “Drive Out the Bush Regime” demo
marching up 8th Avenue this afternoon
led by some of the youngest revolutionaries I’ve ever seen
the youth in question looking particularly endearing stopped by a flat tire at 21st Street
sort of boo
crocdog sighted on Bedford Street
We ran into Larry Auerbach and his little friend yesterday afternoon in Williamsburg. The dog was very much into his costume, so any sign of affection was totally out of the question.
It just never seems like the right greeting for this dark holiday, but here’s a Happy Halloween to all of us!
but flowers are not always required
More autumn enthusiasts in our courtyard garden.
the flowers of October, into November
Just about the time the gardeners should be turning out the annuals and preparing our building’s courtyard garden for winter, these beauties [Salvia Leucantha] show up and ask for their time in the low sun.
living with Hans Poelzig
our Luft chimney
We’re in Berlin, where we are staying in a friend’s apartment off Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz. The building was designed by Hans Poelzig in the late twenties, and the image above is that of the handsome small court within.
I thought, if I’m going to do posts while we’re here I have to start somewhere, and our domestic arrangements seemed like just the right spot.
life on the edge – of the reservoir
I was up by the Central Park reservoir (the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir) yesterday. It was one of the last days of summer and I was anxious to find some sign of color or life other than the green monotone of the brush surrounding a body of water deliberately kept pretty sterile. As I peered over the fence, hoping to spot a flower or a duck, I spotted this slightly ragged, yet still rather natty gentleman standing on the rocks below.
Incidently, a low, elegant black-painted steel and iron fence now separates the reservoir from the busy jogging path which surrounds it. I checked when I got home and was surprised to find that it’s been there two years, a huge improvement over the seven-foot chain-link horror most of us always associated with this underappreciated pond.
handsome, running fence
do birds drink?
I was walking with Barry and some friends along 11th Avenue just above 24th Street when I spotted a birdhouse shape on the far side of a tree [by coincidence one of my most favorite trees in the entire city]. I went to investigate and discovered the entrance hole blocked by something constructed of wood and painted black. Concerned for any potential occupants, I poked the obstruction with the end of my umbrella and what looked like water flowed out of the perch/spigot below. The “water” turned out to be vodka.
I don’t know this fairytale at all.