Monday, September 11, 2017

The Fury

directed by Brian De Palma 
written by John Farris 
starring Amy Irving & John Cassavetes
Century City, Los Angeles CA 1978




In honor of his seventy seventh birthday I thought it appropriate to present some images from the film by Brian De Palm that I admire most.  When I first saw it, I was understandably appalled, but found that despite my best efforts to rid my memory of it, the images and the ideas behind them had found a permanent place in my mind.  I began to see a connection between what De Palma was doing and the literary experiments of Isidore Ducasse in the late eighteen sixties.  I remain of more than one mind regarding De Palma’s approach to film making, but I can’t help admiring his best efforts and above all this remarkable and very serious and bloody parody of the ending of Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point.













Sunday, September 10, 2017

Albert J Abajian

(7 September 1926 - 11 December 2016) 
photographed by Bruce Bellas 
(Bruce of Los Angeles) 
for the Male Figure 
circa 1955 Los Angeles CA



A native Los Angelean of Armenian ancestry, Al Abajian had a distinguished college football career at the University of Southern California (where he received his Masters degree in 1953.)  He also played rugby, and of course he was well known as a body builder, which is how Bruce Bellas knew him.  There is a lovely series of wrestling photos of Al with Bob Poling that I’ll post soon, also by Bruce of LA.  I was surprised to find Mr Albajian’s obituary so easily and of such recent date.  I shouldn’t have been surprised, as he looks to have kept himself in fine shape.  He made his living in education as a high school principal and was a life long gym rat, but I suspect that Bruce managed to capture him at the best time of his life, or at least the peak of his physical perfection.  Though he was married and fathered four children, the obituary also says that he most enjoyed spending time at the gym with his buddies.









Saturday, September 9, 2017

How do we do this?

Twin Peaks: the Return part 18 
What is your Name?  
David Lynch & Mark Frost
Anaheim & Los Angeles CA 
& environs 2017







After meeting up in Glastonbury Grove near the red curtained entrance to the Lodge, after his definitive release, Dale Cooper and Diane Evans journey by car some 430 miles from one designated spot to another (some say its the 430 miles from Los Alamos NM to Odessa TX) and at that specific point pass through another magical portal to a parallel reality, changing abruptly from day to night.  After speeding along a dark highway they stop at a Motel where they perform a sex magick ritual. After this draining session (it seems especially traumatic for Diane) Cooper wakes the next morning alone with only a farewell note from her and stranger still it is addressed to Richard from Linda (just as the Fireman foretold in the very first scene of part 1.)  Though it is clearly the same room as the night before, when he exits into the Motel parking lot it’s an entirely different building (it has, at least, grown another story) and place.  Even his car is no longer the same.

















Friday, September 8, 2017

Preston fucks Joey

in Profiles of Passion 
starring Joey Rico & Preston Phillips 
San Diego Boy Productions 
San Diego CA 2014




Joey Rico has done a lot of work for this particular studio and from the very beginning of his career.  They may have even given him his start.  From the first they paired him with older tops. A couple of times the cameramen watched him prepare himself with a dildo and then took over at Joey’s invitation.  Though he occasionally plays the top, Joey most often bottoms, and he’s well suited to the role.  I find his pairing with this somewhat flabby red haired daddy, called Preston (a US Marine who had previously performed a masturbation duo with his brother Justin Phillips,) much more exciting than it has any right to be.  With his calm, soft spoken, air of confidence and gentle enthusiasm Joey always appears to enjoy performing without the need to exaggerate…  If it’s fake, it sure doesn’t seem so.