March 24th, 2013

Music recommendation: The Postal Service

Just when I thought Death Cab For Cutie frontman Ben Gibbard couldn’t get any more awesome, I stumbled upon his side project, The Postal Service. For this new band, Gibbard teamed up with electronic artist Jimmy Tamborello. The result is indie electropop, softened by Gibbard’s vocals. I’m late to the party though. The Postal Service released their debut album, Give Up, in 2003, and never released a second one. This year, they’re releasing a deluxe edition of Give Up. In the lesser tracks, they just sound like a Death Cab For Cutie remix. But more often than not, The Postal Service has a charm of its own. 

March 10th, 2013

Music recommendation: The Lumineers

I heard The Lumineer’s Ho Hey on the radio, and I loved it so much that I had to listen to their whole album. Their sound is stripped down indie folk, with amazing lyrics. My favorite songs from their self-titled debut album are Classy Girls, Charlie Boy, and the aptly titled Stubborn Love. But as much as I wanted to upload one of those, for the sake of sharing something you probably haven’t heard on the radio already, I can’t help it: Ho Hey is the one that steals my heart and stays with me every time I listen to it. 

March 8th, 2013

I first saw Nina Nolte’s paintings in an exhibition in Guatemala in 2002 and fell in love with her work. She seems to me like the happy, colorful response to Edward Hooper. 

March 4th, 2013
pretty in white

pretty in white

oldhollywood:

Cary Grant receiving an Academy Honorary Award in 1970 (online here)
“Years ago, when Cary Grant and Dyan Cannon were getting divorced, a perhaps apocryphal story appeared in the scandal sheets: As an example of Grant’s supposed irrationality, Cannon cited to the judge Cary’s yearly habit of sitting in front of his television and sardonically abusing all the participants. This item, true or not, must have amused nearly everyone in Hollywood, since nearly everyone in Hollywood does pretty much the same thing. 
The funny thing is that from all accounts, when the Academy Awards began in 1939, they were conducted in a similar spirit of irreverence, something that has practically disappeared from the event itself. “They used to have it down at the old Coconut Grove,” Jimmy Stewart told me in the late 70s. “You’d have dinner and alawta drinks - the whole thing was…it was just…it was a party. Nobody took it all that seriously. I mean, it was swell if ya won because your friends were givin’ it to you, but it didn’t mean anything at the bawx office or anything. It was just alawta friends gettin’ together and tellin’ some jokes and gettin’ loaded and givin’ out some little prizes. My gawsh, it was..there was no pressure or anything like that.”
Cary Grant corroborated this to me: ”It was a private affair, you see - no television, no radio, even - just a group of friends giving each other a party. Because, you know, there is something a little embarrassing about all these wealthy people publicly congratulating each other. When it began, we kidded ourselves: ‘All right, Freddie March,’ we’d say, ‘we know you’re making a million dollars - now come up and get your little medal for it!’”
-excerpted from Peter Bogdanovich’s Who the Hell’s In It

oldhollywood:

Cary Grant receiving an Academy Honorary Award in 1970 (online here)

“Years ago, when Cary Grant and Dyan Cannon were getting divorced, a perhaps apocryphal story appeared in the scandal sheets: As an example of Grant’s supposed irrationality, Cannon cited to the judge Cary’s yearly habit of sitting in front of his television and sardonically abusing all the participants. This item, true or not, must have amused nearly everyone in Hollywood, since nearly everyone in Hollywood does pretty much the same thing. 

The funny thing is that from all accounts, when the Academy Awards began in 1939, they were conducted in a similar spirit of irreverence, something that has practically disappeared from the event itself. “They used to have it down at the old Coconut Grove,” Jimmy Stewart told me in the late 70s. “You’d have dinner and alawta drinks - the whole thing was…it was just…it was a party. Nobody took it all that seriously. I mean, it was swell if ya won because your friends were givin’ it to you, but it didn’t mean anything at the bawx office or anything. It was just alawta friends gettin’ together and tellin’ some jokes and gettin’ loaded and givin’ out some little prizes. My gawsh, it was..there was no pressure or anything like that.”

Cary Grant corroborated this to me: ”It was a private affair, you see - no television, no radio, even - just a group of friends giving each other a party. Because, you know, there is something a little embarrassing about all these wealthy people publicly congratulating each other. When it began, we kidded ourselves: ‘All right, Freddie March,’ we’d say, ‘we know you’re making a million dollars - now come up and get your little medal for it!’”

-excerpted from Peter Bogdanovich’s Who the Hell’s In It