The inventor of the swimfin.
Death mask of Ben Franklin.
Now usually I don’t do this, but here’s a pretty groovy site that I’d like to call to your attention. It’s called A Patchwork of Flesh and encourages readers to create Frankenstein’s Monster-related artwork and send them in. Once received, the Frankenstein creations are posted on the site. Brilliant!
I might break out some markers or some shit to make a Frankenstein this weekend. If the results are not terrible I’ll post them here before mailing them to Patchwork of Flesh headquarters. Watch this space—maybe.
As long as I’m namechecking sites that I dig, I’d be remiss to not mention Popcorn and Sticky Floors who were kind enough to add me to their roll and while doing so give me a far-too-kind write up. They do good things so check them out.
They must have just been being polite. There is no Keaton film called The Baseball Player.
Ernst Lubitsch, Mary Pickford and cameraman Charles Rosher on the set of Rosita (1923).
Pickford: “Oh, I detested that picture! I disliked the director, Ernst Lubitsch, as much as he disliked me…it was a very unhappy and very costly experience.”
Now you know how many holes it takes. Albert Hall Archemical Wedding bag performance by John and Yoko.