As Jonathan Lute in I’ll Never Forget What’s’isname. Michael Winner. 1967.
For some reason this pic reminds me of what Welles said at his AFI tribute: “As a director, I pay myself out of my acting jobs. I use my own work to subsidize my work—in other words, I’m crazy.”
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Side two of The Sound of Jazz on Columbia with the six eye label. The soundtrack to an episode of the CBS program Seven Lively Arts that aired on December 8, 1957, this served, more or less, as an introduction to jazz for TV-watching squares and features some excellent performances. But, as Levar Burton would say, don’t take my word for it, here is the album or check the video below.
I finally realized what this site needs: the glitz, glamour and near random celebrity pairings that only photos of and reports on the international film festivals of yesteryear can provide. First installment: Venice 1952.
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Roman Polanski directs Mia Farrow and Debbie Daley in Rosemary’s Baby. 1968.
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And McCartney’s enemies list continues to get shorter. The villain in the fabs’ saga (among others) died on Saturday at age seventy-seven. This comes only a week or so after the pictures below began making the rounds on the various beatles blogs. Anyway, Ringo looks cool as shit.
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chained and perfumed 