Vertigo: Infinite regression

Johnny watches Madeleine (who is not Madeleine) watching the gravestone of Carlotta. The casting of Kim Novak, whose shoulders seem about twice as wide as Stewart's, in the part of someone who is presented as ethereal is certainly piquant. I have the experience while drawing things of understanding them differently, and it did seem that it was almost as if the suit were walking around by itself, silvery and exquisitely tasteful.

Two Alices

Here you see Alice in Graulhet, France. It was a few days before the weather cooled sufficiently for Alice to take a stroll in the fields. Alice's hostess talks about the writer's life (with stunning photgraphic accompaniment) in Graulhet on the blog A writer's notebook . 

And here is Alice again, in Cleveland Ohio, looking around at city life, given a tour by mouse at mousemedicine. There is a set of eight on Flickr. Mouse is one of the most generous bloggers  around, constantly striving to understand and show more of the world.

I am feeling much better today.

Protection from the elements

The ultimate red riding hood - meant to frighten off wolves so the basket gets safely to Grandma's. Also, isn't it funny how little kids fight putting on a coat to go outside, as if they were being asked to perform some terrible personal sacrifice? 

     I have a horrible flu, don't know if it's THAT flu, this is one of three drawings  I did in bed on on a scraps of paper left over from paper people. Vertigo resumes on Monday, Tomorrow I will post news of the travelling Alices.   

Vertigo

His rooftop experience made him shaky on heights (the illustration friday prompt is shaky). Vertigo, for me, is barely a suspense film at all, it is so much about disillusion and the folly of taking appearance over substance. It could almost be seen as the director's informing the audience of what is really behind Hollywood glamour (the original meaning of glamor was for a sort of enchantment the fairies threw over things to fool mortals).

Photographed at the bike rack at Grand Avenue and Lakeshore.

Le Reve/The Couches of Summer

This couch appeared on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. The figure is made of rice paper, however since I couldn't get it to disobey the laws of physics for purposes of being photographed, photoshop was involved in its placement.

A link to the original (not Manet)

Nature's Whispers

This Alice was placed in the Cotswolds by Jasmine of the Nature's Whispers blog . Jasmine took a couple of pictures in the field where her daughter is buried. Then she posed Alice (below) at The Rollright Stones, which have a number of natural holes which are supposed to be lucky. I think Alice looks as if she were listening. 

Jasmine writes about grief and creativity as a healer on her blog. She is just learning about felting and dyeing, and has some wonderful pictures of Stonehenge at the Solstice.

LOST: The Black Rock

Ninth grade science teacher Leslie Arzt lectures at length about the danger of handling dynamite, especially that which has been left exposed to the elements over the years.
Ninth grade science teacher Leslie Arzt demonstrates the danger of handling dynamite, especially that which has been left exposed to the elements over the years.

This is the LOST writers having fun with the situation in which one is trapped by a bore and wishes the person would just disappear.

Edit: Oh, forgot the link.

North Beach/Sugar Mountain

Photo taken around sunset in San Francisco's North Beach. Note the moon-faced barker at left, looking as if he just stepped out of a Damon Runyan story, and off in the distance on the right, the Bay Bridge.  The Hungry I Club is of course where Lenny Bruce performed, now dedicated like the rest of this block to places where you can see disrobed ladies (euphemism to deflect spam from comments). The anti-Sugar Mountain song, for me, is Ry Cooder's Down in Hollywood.

I've been spending a bit of time in San Francisco photographing the little people. Going back to the Filbert Street steps in the morning to photograph a few things in a different light. As well as being the site of Dark Passage, the Filbert Street steps are one block over from the street where the wild parrots of Telegraph Hill live.

The explosive conclusion of LOST tomorrow.

The Shadow of the Jabberwock

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

The "Beamish Boy" is only seen from the back in the Tenniel illustration, here I have pictured him as a youth of about 14. This was set to post originally yesterday morning before I got the Alice shadow picture from Laurie - interesting that we came up with similar themes - but the post-ahead feature on blogger does not appear to be working for me.

First Alice

Here is the first Alice I sent out, photographed  by another Oakland blogger, Laurie at Rule of Thirds. Laurie describes this as "Alice Lost in a Victorian Forest". See this blog for three generations of photographers experimenting with weekly themes.

Note: Alices for this month have been sent out, I will send out ten more next month. If you would like to sign up for that mailing, please email me with your street address (my email is in my profile).

Well worn: The Haunted Hat

The illustration Friday prompt this week is worn. I spent the end of the day in S.F. yesterday, through the Presidio, determining that as I couldn't see the Golden Gate Bridge I wouldn't shoot that scene there, to the Palace of Fine Arts, then to Coit Tower. This might have been about the distance Vincent Parry walked  in Dark Passage, although I have to admit I hadn't had ninety minutes of plastic surgery with a general anesthetic before starting out.