
Kirsten Dunst in The Virgin Suicides. Sofia Coppola. 1999.
Posted in book by its cover, context, we are the dead

Thomas L Talley‘s phonograph and picture parlor in Los Angeles, 1897-8— At left the Edison peep-show Kinetoscopes, in the center Mutoscopes, at the extreme rear, center, are the eyeholes through which patrons, timid of the darkness of the projection room, could view a picture thrown on a screen, eartube phonograph customers at right.
Posted in context, cute band alert, music, years after the event

Claude and Susan Miller (as a young woman who has never seen a man before) in Never Give a Sucker an Even Break. Edward F. Cline. 1941.
Posted in cinema, context, f for fields

Ann-Margret and Tuesday Weld in The Cincinnati Kid. Norman Jewison. 1965.
Posted in cinema, context, decorative sex

Director, performer, genius, childhood hero and life-long smoker, Buster Keaton.

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Also, I’ve begun a chained and perfumed tumblr to give some new life to this site’s archive which has just been sitting around collecting dust. So you can follow that if you’re so inclined. Thanks and please enjoy.
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In news that might not be entirely surprising but is devastating nonetheless to anyone old enough to have owned Licensed to Ill on cassette, the great Adam Yauch aka MCA aka Nathanial Hörnblowér has died. He left behind a wife, a daughter and at least one truly stone-cold classic album. I fucking hate cancer.

Goddamnit. RIP MCA
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