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Just off a long day at Milk Studios in Hollywood onset for Harper's Bazaar. Can't talk yet about who we shot--and I interviewed--for the October "Age" issue. But reclined on the ground much of the day, with his lens pointed at the well-known lovelies under the kleigs, was none other than Rakin .The Brit lensman was one half of the genius team behind Dazed & Confused, the influential magazine he founded with Jefferson Hack what seems like a million years ago, in 1991. He was absolutely lovely and not at all what I expected. And the work? Delivered as advertised. Loved what he got out of today's women.
Just caught an ad-free run of "Shampoo," Warren Beatty's 1975 classic, on TCM. As well as starring in the film, Beatty gets producing credits. And according to Peter Biskind's recent bio, he had a whole lot more to do with the film. But I digress. I actually have a VHS tape of it (and I still have the machine to run the tape!). Yet I can always sit through another, spontaneous viewing of it on TV--not in the least due to Anthea Sylbert's costumes for the film. The pièce de résistance, certainly, is this sequined backless turtleneck that the divinely looking Julie Christie turns up in at the Bistro in Beverly Hills. Of course, half the wow factor is Christie herself.
Morally disturbing and diabolically hilarious is "The Lieutenant of Inishmore," the black comedy in carnage about the twisted nature of terrorism, torture and cat fancy by Irish playwright Martin McDonagh and now live in all its bloody glory onstage at the Mark Taper Forum. We caught the two-act production this last Tuesday, in large part because Andy was still excited by the memory of seeing it nearly a decade ago when it first bowed in Stratford-upon-Avon with the Royal Shakespeare Company. It had a run on Broadway about four years ago, as well as turns on stages worldwide. I can only hope that its finally coming to L.A. might convince someone to take it to the big screen. We loved the 2008 film “In Bruges,” which McDonagh wrote and directed. And "Inishmore" would certainly have a built-in audience from the Tarantino-Rodriquez camp. Certainly, this production has a star in Chris Pine, a.k.a. the new Captain James Kirk in the resuscitated "Star Trek" film franchise. Some critics, official and not (including Andy), find his movie star looks a bit off putting for the role. But I personally found it more deliciously sinister than the idea of a thuggy-looking dude as is the type usually cast in the role.
The show closes August 8, so rearrange the schedule, cancel or bump plans...just get thyself to the theater in time.
"The Lieutenant of Inishmore," Mark Taper Forum, 135 N. Grand Ave., Los Angeles, 8 p.m. Tuesdays through Fridays, 2:30 and 8 p.m. Saturdays, 1 and 6:30 p.m. Sundays. Ends August 8. $20 to $65. (213) 628-2772 or www.centertheatregroup.org.
Photo: Craig Schwartz/Center Theater Group-Mark Taper Forum
Our pals at Resurrection Vintage in L.A. and N.Y.C. make us haute in so many ways... (And my last shopathon there is among them.)
We especially love the creative and insightful way they group their finds, whether its the patient amassing of Vivienne Westwood's clothes from her World's End period or the private collection of a Margiela maniac. 'Tis the season for maillots and Bain de Soleil, so a well-edited pool of designer suits were released this week in both the L.A. and N.Y.C. stores: YSL, Norma Kamali, Missoni, Thierry Mugler Body Glove and Pucci are among the trove of jewels, and ranging from $198 to $450. The promo image above is enough to get a gal in the mood. Pair it with a set of slingback stilettos, and that's (almost) all that's needed against a summer backdrop of fizzy G+T's and Roxy Music.
Love this snapshot of Nina Clemente, proof that the girl chefs in heels! In this case, Calleen Cordero's soles, in celebration and regard to her host, for whom she was cooking up a storm that night from the back of a mobile kitchen. A week later, Andy and I practically licked our plates after the delicious three-course meal she fixed us at her Hollywood bungalow.
