los angeles slack: faye dunnaway photographed by terry oneill


if im not mistaken this is at the hollywood hotel pool. we may have posted this before but in researching material i came upon it and its quite a feeling. you can imagine faye having her morning coffee after receiving her oscar the night before and reading the papers and the hollywood trash reporters with all the phoney accolades and her thinking to herself what is greatness after all… ok maybe i’m over thinking it, im sure terry  just set up this shot and asked faye to sit her butt down and after the click of the shutter they exchanged cordial goodbyes, but het it does sound romantically dark and beautiful none-the-less. by dd

Nobuyoshi Araki: gaga polaroids


aaaah how i cant stand this girl, i ran into her oneday at the milk studios in LA while shooting another one of my ‘favorite’ girls (wont mention names now). i stepped out to grab some air and inhale some smoke and out came gaga out of her obnoxious SUV – engin running and all. she was shooting a story for vanity fair (hello graydon? i know… you too have to sell mags) it was with nick knight in the next studio and i thought if the studio blew up now the world could be a better place… well maybe if only nick would get out clean. for one it would get rid of me not to mention the two debutant gals. in any case this girl is worse than madona in my book, in her savvy and blatant theft of creativity. even araki is not off limits apparently. i must admit though, its the best way i wish to see gaga. all tied up with a fag  stuffed in her chords… i just cant stand another song with such uninspired garbage lyrics as “i’m too fabulous i’m so, fierce that it’s so nuts i live” packaged with a completely unrelated video done by the cream-of-the-crop of the industry who is so desperate for the cash and the glamor that pop brings. oh puke! bring back the pistols at least they were entertaining for a minute or two! by dd

alphaville birds


i don’t quite recall this frame from the film but it made me want to see it again. was this where he meets with the prostitutes? leave it to godard to shove in the pretty birds one way or another. if only we were as good as him on TS ; ) by dd

madame gres as sculptor, musee bourdelle

if you happen to be in paris sometime, you should definitely go to musee bourdelle which is one of the cutest museum in paris but if you happen to be there before the 28th of august then you can’t afford to miss the madame gres exhibition. the lady was married to a painter and thought of her work as a designer as sculpting. that’s why putting up this show at the musee bourdelle, is so nice and make so much sense. far from any kind of dusty fashion exhibition that we’re all used to, it seems a must go! interesting article here by pp.