fuckyeahstephensondheim:

On the third day of Perpetual Anticipation, we received the blessing of The Lord to go forth and celebrate Sondheimas in its fullness.

"PLEASE SEND MY HOLY GREETINGS TO MS. SHUKERT." 
Sometimes in life, there are no words.

fuckyeahstephensondheim:

On the third day of Perpetual Anticipation, we received the blessing of The Lord to go forth and celebrate Sondheimas in its fullness.

"PLEASE SEND MY HOLY GREETINGS TO MS. SHUKERT."

Sometimes in life, there are no words.


I HAVE NOT COLLAPSED!

I HAVE NOT COLLAPSED!


POEM (LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED)

by Frank O’Hara

Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up


Black Book loves Starstruck. I love this incredible photo.

bbook:

But in a more general sense, I think the ’30s are my favorite era. You can kind of see most of the 20th century as series of reactions to various disasters. The frivolity and the decadence of the ’20s was a direct reaction to World War I and the Spanish flu and all this death and destruction; it was like, honey badgers no longer gave a shit. And then you can also look at the kind of proscribed suburbanism and conformity of the ’50s and early ’60s as this direct response to the horrors of World War II, where the world looked straight into the heart of darkness and responded by regressing into this weird, repressed, idealized kind of childhood where nothing bad could ever happen again as long as you had the right vacuum cleaner and Mother didn’t work and everybody forgot that sexual intercourse of any sort existed (or at least never acknowledged so verbally.) But in the ’30s, everyone was dealing with the Depression, and just didn’t have the time for self-delusion, so everything was very self-consciously sophisticated and witty and cynical and hard-boiled. There was a frankness in the culture that appeals to me. Unless, of course, you were one of the increasing number of people seeking refuge in one of the ascendant ‘isms’—you know, like fascism. Which is also one of my favorite things about this period, as you know, and as I’ve written about. I never get tired of Nazi stuff. Hollywood and Hitler were my two favorite things to read about/think about when I was a kid. They remain so to this day. I don’t think the fact that they were both ascendant at the same time is exactly incidental to my interest in either. 
Rachel Shukert’s Blissful ‘Starstruck’ Brings Back the Golden Age of Hollywood

Black Book loves Starstruck. I love this incredible photo.

bbook:

But in a more general sense, I think the ’30s are my favorite era. You can kind of see most of the 20th century as series of reactions to various disasters. The frivolity and the decadence of the ’20s was a direct reaction to World War I and the Spanish flu and all this death and destruction; it was like, honey badgers no longer gave a shit. And then you can also look at the kind of proscribed suburbanism and conformity of the ’50s and early ’60s as this direct response to the horrors of World War II, where the world looked straight into the heart of darkness and responded by regressing into this weird, repressed, idealized kind of childhood where nothing bad could ever happen again as long as you had the right vacuum cleaner and Mother didn’t work and everybody forgot that sexual intercourse of any sort existed (or at least never acknowledged so verbally.) But in the ’30s, everyone was dealing with the Depression, and just didn’t have the time for self-delusion, so everything was very self-consciously sophisticated and witty and cynical and hard-boiled. There was a frankness in the culture that appeals to me. Unless, of course, you were one of the increasing number of people seeking refuge in one of the ascendant ‘isms’—you know, like fascism. Which is also one of my favorite things about this period, as you know, and as I’ve written about. I never get tired of Nazi stuff. Hollywood and Hitler were my two favorite things to read about/think about when I was a kid. They remain so to this day. I don’t think the fact that they were both ascendant at the same time is exactly incidental to my interest in either. 

Rachel Shukert’s Blissful ‘Starstruck’ Brings Back the Golden Age of Hollywood


punkryuki:


no one twerks like gaston
makes it work like gaston
no one drops down dat booty and jerks like gaston
He be up in the club with that ass gyrating,
My, he so fly, dat Gaston

This speaks to me on a personal level.

punkryuki:

no one twerks like gaston

makes it work like gaston

no one drops down dat booty and jerks like gaston

He be up in the club with that ass gyrating,

My, he so fly, dat Gaston

This speaks to me on a personal level.


Name the fictional Italian New Wave film this is a still from. Via Bob Morris.

Name the fictional Italian New Wave film this is a still from. Via Bob Morris.


Brooks the sheep-shaped throw pillow (what I knitted) with Starstruck the book (what I wrote.) On the bed of Jesse Oxfeld, where you would like to be.

Brooks the sheep-shaped throw pillow (what I knitted) with Starstruck the book (what I wrote.) On the bed of Jesse Oxfeld, where you would like to be.