A girl can dream, can’t she?
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THE WALLS HAVE EARS
Another bit of sublimely surreal cinema from Elvis — the film is Girls! Girls! Girls! With thanks to Tony D’Ambra.
THE SATURN BAR
A joint in the Bywater district of New Orleans, reportedly a hang-out for the Bohemian types who inhabit the neighborhood. A distinctly inviting place.
WHAT I’M SPINNING NOW
Dylan has created more important albums than this, more influential albums than this, but he’s never created a better album than this. It’s one of the greatest of all American works of art.
MAJESTIC MICRO MOVIE ESSAY ON CINEMA #4
Shot counter shot . . .
AN LP COVER FOR TODAY
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LLOYDZILLA
Between the two weekends of Jazz Fest there is, as I’ve mentioned, a vast amount of live music to be heard at various other venues around New Orleans. One is ChazFest, a one-day mini-festival in the Bywater district, a shabby old neighborhood which has been massively invaded of late by Bohemians, in part because it suffered little flooding during Katrina.
ChazFest takes place on two small stages set up in a large backyard in Bywater, and consists mostly of local groups not playing the big festival. Great acts, good food and drink are plentiful. One booth offered a selection of rare brands of saki. Only in New Orleans.
The ChazFest slogan this year was “BIg In Bywater”, it’s logo Godzilla looming over the place. Everyone was invited to put a face to Godzilla.
A GIL ELVGREN FOR TODAY
Come and Get It!
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¡MEXICO!
Elvis’s double bicycles through the streets of Acapulco, Elvis himself visits the fabled resort by means of backscreen projection. All, in short, is as it should be, and the song is delightful.
A DEAN CORNWELL FOR TODAY
Illustration for The Red Shawl by F. Britten Austin, from the February 1922 issue of Hearst’s International Magazine
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NOIR BARS #3
Snow shoes . . .
MARDA
Marda Burton in her lovely French Quarter home. She is a writer, co-author of the definitive history of Galatoire’s restaurant, which you can find here.
ON THE TOWN IN LAS VEGAS
My friend John, in town from New York for a few days, after a satisfying meal at Mon Ami Gabi, before a less than satisfying night at the gaming tables.
I came to grief over a seemingly invincible full house, head to head against a guy who made a better full house on the river, not before I had gone all-in, in full confidence that I was about to take down a monster pot. He had called my all-in with his two pair, had me covered and left me felted.
Heartbreaking stuff, folks.
LLOYD’S MODERN LIFE: TWINKLE #1
MARILYN POSES
. . . with gay abandon.
She seemed to enjoy being naked as much as men have enjoyed seeing her naked. Even when she tried to appear naughty and sly, she could rarely pull it off:
Most of the time she just looked like somebody having lots of fun.