You see? It’s true: if we open this magazine it’s because of the articles.
tiff:
(via Kubrick’s “Why” - mlkshk)
Very Magrittesque, with a hint of Leonora Carrington. Love it.
Laura Palmer by Chris Buzelli.
What a magnificent ensemble of weirdos. It takes one to know one… right, Mr. Lynch?
David Lynch and his Wild at Heart ensemble at Cannes, May 1990
Today is the 45th anniversary of The Velvet Underground and Nico, my absolute favorite album of all time. Little I knew back in 1991 when I first listened to it (yes, that late, shame on me), impressed as I was to learn that beauty, horror, sweetness and despair could coexist in a collection of songs, that one day I would end up singing some of them to my daughters as part of their goodnight routine. A timeless masterpiece.
No, there was no hurricane that swept across the stage,
there were just … people performing
who moved differently then I knew
and who moved me as I had never been moved before.
After only a few moments I had a lump in my throat,
and after a few minutes of unbelieving amazement
I simply let go of my feelings
and cried unrestrainedly.
This had never happened to me before…
maybe in life, sometimes in the cinema,
but not when watching a rehearsed production,
let alone choreography.
This was not theatre, nor pantomime,
nor ballet and not at all opera.
Pina is, as you know,
the creator of a new art.
Dance theatre.
Wim Wenders
