yesterday i went to lacma with my brother and our taiwanese sister. we geeked out to the stanley kubrick exhibit and on the hungered walk to the car, we saw these two older folks leaning against the truck of their car, passionately embracing and littering each other's faces with stray kisses.
i dedicate this song to them, the anonymous parking lot pimps.
james franco has his hands all over an assortment of things. actor, writer, producer, skyfall sleeper, artist, huffington post blogger. google him and there's a lot to see. what should also come up is one of his latest films, a tiny indie called "about cherry". set in san francisco, it's about the porn industry and features franco as a romancer of a teenage adult film star.
while i'm sure this new chromatics jam has nothing to do with franco or that little independent release, its lyrics seem to align themselves with that line of work quite nicely.
unfolding like a homemade wong kar wai film, the video for bayou's new single, "cherry cola" also shares the filmmaker's tendency for romance and sensuality, with an intricate display of emotion.
depending where you are or the squares that surround you, this may be a little NSFW.
i adore attending press days where the talent participating are not just charming, but display both intelligence and eloquence in discussing their inspirations, visions and preparations. the anna karenina press junket was only attended by keira knightley and director joe wright, but remains one of my favorite thanks in large part to their ability to really engage every question with deep insight, care and eye-contact.
knightley is absolutely gorgeous in person and i could listen to her talk for hours, especially when she enthusiastically drops f-bombs like a sailor. although problematic, anna karenina is so beautiful and fluid that it's worth a chance, even in this crowded holiday schedule.
the sky this month has been surprisingly more thoughful than usual. despite the rain that has been sporadically invading our usual cluster of clouds, i've enjoyed the peace and occasional isolation it's unveiled.
society claims that old habits die hard. but what if your habit was more of a personality trait that just couldn't be discouraged. is it an addiction or simply the inability to differentiate what's right? if you destroyed what mattered to you the most, is forgiveness a possibility or is it simply a series of compromise and suppressed hurt? wildness will always breed an insurmountable pile of questions that will only sometimes reveal answers.
nervousness breeds the unnecessary. the goal is to keep the embarrassment to a minimum while you're trying to calm down. however, if you're struggling to keep it together, then don't let your mind wander and certainly don't let your body go. plant those feet, cross your fingers and hold down the mind fort.
slow dripping and atmospheric in it's beginning stage, things really start to take off with an introduction of seductive vocals that beg and plead till you abide by the lyrics and promise a future injected with genuine feelings.
a few weeks ago i got to cover the wreck-it ralph junket at the historic beverly hills hotel. i scored individual interviews with director rich moore, screenwriter phil johnson, producer clark spencer and 30 rock's jack mcbrayer (aka fix-it felix jr!). on top of that, i sat in on roundtables with john c. reilly, jane lynch and sarah silverman (who hilariously told me i should dress up as mulan for halloween cause i'm asian). i also worked the red carpet premiere on monday.
in my humble opinion, wreck-it ralph is the best animated movie of the year and to learn about its journey to the big screen from the dedicated filmmakers and charming cast was an unparalleled treat.
if game recognizes game, then sadness is its most obvious form. when we're struggling to cope, verbalizing an issue often takes a back seat to unfiltered internet transmissions. occasionally disguised but not often misinterpreted, they allow our broken hearts the opportunity to speak to the universe, even if the message should never reach it's intended target.