It all started with a guitar riff! I love this article in the Wall Street Journal, as Jimmy Page reminisces about the creation of that song. Led Zeppelin is reissuing their first three albums on Atlantic Records, and Jimmy tells all about the creation of the classic “Whole Lotta Love”. As Jimmy says about the unforgettable riff,
“I knew it was strong enough to drive the entire song, not just open it. When I played the riff for the band in my living room several weeks later during rehearsals for our first album, the excitement was immediate and collective. We felt the riff was addictive, like a forbidden thing.”
It turns out competition between Robert Plant and Jimmy Page was an important element behind so much of their great sound… Jimmy creating the riffs, Robert echoing the instruments with his voice. I’m not sure if they could know how long-lastingly awesome their music would become! And the photos from the article are retro heaven…
Visit the Wall Street Journal page for a quick link to the song!
Last night I watched the 1976 movie “Network”. I forgot what a good movie it was, with great cinematography and cool, creative lighting. And who wouldn’t work hard on lighting the shots if you were framing the face of the glorious Faye Dunaway? She won the Academy Award for her performance, and she is perfect as the hard-driving career-climbing 1970s television visionary. The movie still rings true about the evils chasing the beast of ratings, especially now with the endless parade of reality shows.
But it was the unique and extraordinary beauty of Faye that struck me… I went googleing to see more images of her, and she literally took my breath away! Oh my, could there have been anyone as beautiful? Particularly in Bonnie and Clyde… poor Warren Beatty, no slouch himself, he had to compete with such a fabulous thing of nature!
Here are some images of her, and once again I know why I am in love with all things retro! If my hair was straight, I would get a “Bonnie” bob straight away and pull out my berets! Now she is on my list to add to my shop… click on the “shop” link above to see my retro homages and perhaps soon she will be there!
If you get a chance make sure to watch (and record!) the Smithsonian Channel’s presentation of “Blondies New York.” So great to see Debbie and Chris Stein carousing down memory lane of New York in the late 1970′s and early 1980′s. She HAD to be the most beautiful Punk Princess ever… ripped up clothes and thrift store t-shirts never looked so good… They talk a lot about creating the music and building the tracks, the last thing to come was Debbie’s unique voice. Debbie was interviewed saying that in that era she had to point out that her name wasn’t “Blondie” and that it was a band! I can’t even think of the word without thinking of that face and those cheekbones. Rapture!
I made a collaged image of her to add to the shop. Click here or on the image to see it in the store! I want it super large over a fabulous turquoise love seat, like the one below. I guess it’s time to redecorate!
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“Terry was everywhere in the 60s – he knew everything and everyone that was happening” Keith Richards
Before the annual Academy Awards show each year here in Los Angeles, there are many nostalgia – themed shows and articles remembering stars and icons from previous eras. It’s almost as if the past is more glamorous and impossibly cool than the present, and the stars of today are just waiting for enough time to pass when they too, will immortalized by one or two memorable photographs. Arguably, there is no greater documenter of cool than the amazing Terry O’Neill. His snap of Brigitte Bardot with the wind whipping her hair is one of the most famous shots of one of the most famous icons. There is a new reprint out with hundreds of his mesmerizing photographs, “Terry O’Neill, Introduction by Dylan Jones” published by ACC Editions. I want it! I could look at his photos endlessly. He is 75 years old and still going strong. Oh, the stories he could tell… but he won’t…
“I’ve been repeatedly asked to write my autobiography – I have seen an awful lot of famous people at their best and worst – but I’m not interested in making money trading their secrets or mine. I want my pictures to tell a story not sell a story.” Terry O’Neill
I dearly love my blog… and there are always so many cool things I want to write about, but sadly I have been absent from posting. Well, this is a new year, and there are always those resolutions to keep
I went to see “American Hustle” and they played that great movie trailer for the Jean Luc-Godard film with Brigitte Bardot “Le Mepris” (“Contempt” in English) as an advertisement to the films 50th anniversary release (FIFTY years… can you believe it?) It is considered one of the greatest film trailers of all time, and I have to say, it does the film proud. It is as stark, modern, bizarre, beautiful, and confusing as the film itself. I LOVE that film, and I love Bardot in it. Some things just have their right place and time, some things don’t need to have a lot said for them, they stand for themselves.
Watch it here!
Some film stills (omg how great were the sets!)
I think it is safe to say that blue is for many, their favorite color… and there is no better shade of it than “Yves Klein International Blue”. The intense and deeply pigmented cobalt blue became synonomous with it’s equally intense and eccentric creator, Yves Klein. I fell in love with Yves after watching a documentary on him. Many of his famous abstract paintings done in “Yves Klein Blue” were made by nude women, who rolled themselves in the heavy cobalt pigment and flung themselves wholeheartedly onto a life-sized canvas (all under Mr. Klein’s strict supervision, of course.) I thought perhaps Andy Warhol was influenced by him, as Andy continued to champion the idea of art being created by the “mind” of the artist, and not the “hand” of the artist. It didn’t matter who made the art, it mattered who thought of the idea. But then I saw the documentary, and I learned that Yves was so classy and well-dressed that he didn’t want his tuxedo to be sullied while painting. You can find many pictures of him dressed for high society while his nude female models act as paintbrushes, eagerly waiting to fling themselves onto his canvas! Tragically, he died too young, and we missed out on all that Yves had in store for us, in all that magical cobalt blue.
I was happy to read that Etnia Barcelona, the hip Spanish eyewear maker, is releasing a “Yves Klein International Blue” sunglass line this spring and summer. Their line of frames and sunglasses are as chic as Mr. Klein himself. Check out their website… wow, racy! And thanks to Mr. Klein for putting his “international blue” on our palette!
There is a new book out by Taschen Publishing, the amazing art book publishing house, on Emilio Pucci. Pucci, if you do not know already, was the absolute master of intricate kaleidoscope colors and prints. He liked to boast that no one with the surname of “Pucci” had held a working job for the last 1000 years! Hence, his first foray into business was called “Emilio of Capri” to hide the fact from the other Pucci family members that he was “working.”
By the early 1950s, Pucci was achieving international recognition for his bold and colorful prints, which were worn by the biggest celebrities of the era. His beautiful silk scarves are collectors items. I’m glad he decided to work!
We are in full summer swing, and I just happened to come across the surfing cult classic film “The Endless Summer.” I don’t even surf, but I do know that surfing for real surfers has become like the freeways in L.A… too crowded and not worth the hassle. It made me smile when Bruce Brown, the filmmaker, explained the “bikini” for those who were shocked by such flimsy beach attire. The film was released in 1966, and if you want a glimpse back in time to when your biggest life’s dream could be as simple as wearing a bikini all around the world and following the summer, waves, and surf music, then this is your ticket!
Of course, I have already 1960′d some of my favorite beach and surf images for my stores… the first image is available on Etsy printed on canvas! Just some happy colorful summer surf art
My continuing fascination with technology, fashion and art makes me really really want to design (and wear!) my own digital printed pencil skirt. The Wall Street Journal recently wrote an article on Spring’s current wardrobe staple, title “Pencil In Some Fun!” You can read it here.
From the article: “The pencil skirt has the perfect shape to highlight a print because it’s a really clean surface,” said designer Joseph Altuzarra of the high-waisted, nipped-in style to which he returns season after season. The skirt below by Zero Maria Cornejo was based on an iPhone photo of the metal fence at the DeYoung Museum in San Francisco!
Here are just a few others… search the web and you will definitely find one for you.
And below is a mock-up of a digital printed pencil skirt made from one of my altered photographs. I can wear my own sexy version of the Eiffel Tower!
And just to round it all out, a palette of “happy color” coffee cups in my favorite brights. Just in case you’d rather drink your bold color than wear it!
This weekend I drove up the beautiful California coast to San Simeon, in central Cali. It is always a pleasure to escape the city of Los Angeles and all of it’s hubbub. The Golden State is gorgeous, and although the weather forcast predicted rain, it was a rare, sunny weekend (lucky me!) It is easy to see why William Randolph Hearst purchased the land above San Simeon Bay to build his castle for himself and Marion… a more spectacular setting would be difficult to find. The castle is as awe inspiring as it must have been in it’s prime party days of the roaring ’20s.
I have always been fascinated by Marion Davies. According to Wikipedia, she was a much better actress/comedienne than history has claimed (due in a large part to a sad portrayal in Orson Welles movie “Citizen Kane”), but Hearst’s love, devotion and immense wealth did nothing at all to help Marion’s career. She was doomed to throwing lavish parites and drunken revelries, and never achieved the success as an actress that she so dearly wanted. In later life, she worked tirelessly for charities.
Still partially intact is Marion’s beach house in Santa Monica; I pass it often and think of her. It is now a private beach club. She is the ultimate story of someone who had it all, and at the same time, had nothing. Hearst’s wife would not divorce him so they never married, and her talent went unacknowledged. Though I rarely focus on this era for my art prints, the trip up north and the sad story of Marion inspired me to do a image of her. It is the Golden Age of Hollywood in the Golden State!