Saturday, August 30, 2008

Robert Bresson Film Posters

L'argent (Money) (1983)

Le diable probablement (The Devil Probably) (1977)

designer - Raymond Savignac

Lancelot du Lac (Lancelot of the Lake) (1974)

designer - Raymond Savignac

Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Four Nights of a Dreamer) (1971)

Une femme douce (A Gentle Woman) (1969)

designer - Raymond Savignac

designer - Neugebauer Jacek

Procès de Jeanne d'Arc (The Trial of Joan of Arc) (1962)

Pickpocket (1959)

designer - Hibner Maciej

Un condamné à mort s'est échappé ou Le vent souffle où il veut (A Man Escaped) (1956)

designer - Craig Fischer

Journal d'un curé de campagne (Diary of a Country Priest) (1951)

designer - Paul Colin

designer - Manfredo Tafuri

Les dames du Bois de Boulogne (The Ladies of the Bois de Boulogne) (1945)

Les Anges du péché (Angels of the Streets) (1943)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Other People's Memories

photos from my favorite flickr account (superbomba) [link]

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Convention Tickets

1960 - Democratic Convention

1960 - Republican Convention

1956 - Democratic Convention

1944 - Democratic Convention [thanks to cparmelee1]

1940 - Democratic Convention

1920 - Democratic Convention

1912 - Democratic Convention

1900 - Democratic Convention

1900 - Republican Convention

1896 - Democratic Convention

1892 - Republican Convention

1776 - Constitutional Convention - "Lottery" ticket

Potrait. Alfred Hitchcock

Hitch on a bike at Cannes (1972)

Monday, August 18, 2008

Reading Log. The First Third

The First Third (Neal Cassady)

Powell's books [link] [link]

Friday, August 15, 2008

Good Morning, Captain.

Slint's dark closing track from the great Spiderland has inspired a cute kids book. You can read it online [here], or buy it [here].

song lyrics -

Let me in, the voice cried softly,
from outside the wooden door.
Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance,
Blood stained the icy wall of the shore.

I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all,
He managed as he tried to stand.
The tears ran down his face.
Please, it's cold.

When he woke, there was no trace of the ship.
Only the dawn was left behind by the storm.
He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him.
That rose, from the sea, to the door.

There was a sound at the window then.
The captain started, his breath was still.
Slowly, he turned.

From behind the edge of the windowsill,
There appeared the delicate hand of a child.
His face was flush and timid.
He stared at the captain through frightened eyes.

The captain reached for something to hold on to,
Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet.
The boy's face went pale,
He recognized the sound.

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.

I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry...
...and I miss you.

I miss you.
I've grown taller now.
I want the police to be notified.
I'll make it up to you,
I swear, I'll make it up to you.

I miss you.

Slint @ Southern Records [link]
@ myspace [link]
*please cite or link when reposting*