Showing posts with label GRACE JONES. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GRACE JONES. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Amazing Grace

 


Grace Jones on the Pee Wee Herman Christmas Special from 1988


Jones clip via the fascinating, poignant HBO documentary on Pee Wee Herman, which shows how much he came out of the whole Andy Warhol / Theatre of the Ridiculous / Angels of Light / John Waters lineage

A fellow traveler with Club 52, B-52s, Klaus Nomi (some image cross over there), Devo et al


An ancestor (in his collecting of kooky Americana) of World of Wonder  


Paul Reubens was also an alumnus of Cal Arts, doing performance art and weird films and such... a trip to see shaky old super-8 footage of things performed in the corridors and halls that are now very familiar to me 




The Grace Jones appearance is almost like this


filtered through this 




Until the doc I never even heard of this big bump in the upward trajectory of his career 


For reasons best known to himself he wanted to have the longest kiss in cinema history




Sunday, August 20, 2023

mirror mirror mon amour


 







When I was modelling, I spent half my life staring at thousands of perfect reflections. It got to a stage where I was losing all sense of reality, so after I quit modeling, I took all the mirrors out of my house.

- Grace Jones, 1981, on sitting shiva for her media-ghostified self





































"Who can account for facial expressions made in a mirror of people?" - Iggy Pop



Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're what's happening
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're an ice machine

Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We walk like a ghost
We learn dances brand new dances
Like the nuclear bomb


Written by Sting, covered by Grace but could equally have done for Iggy - it's almost like a rewrite of "Search and Destroy" 















"it only takes a camera to change her mind"































Thursday, May 11, 2023

photophilia (Grace / Amanda)

 
























I am a glossy photograph
I am in color and softly lit
Overexposed and well blown up
Carefully printed and neatly cut
You can look at me for hours
I won't mind, I'll let you dream
From the page of a magazine

I am a glossy photograph
Of course I am a bit retouched
And my color has been processed
But cameras always erase
Fear lurking behind a face
I am a lie and I am gold
But I shall never grow old

My lips are parted
But they're not for kissing
My eyes are open
But I'm not listening
My breasts are round
But my heart is missing
I'm a photograph, I'm a photograph
I'm better than the real thing

I am a glossy photograph
I am appearing by the magic
Of a Nikon Automatic
Maybe I'm just a piece of paper
But some think that I am better
Cause photographs do not complain
Or cry, or love, or suffer
Or cry, or love, or suffer
Or cry, or love, or suffer





"I am a Photograph" is the title of a song by Amanda Lear (1977), which Sabranski is performing with 35 % accelerated speed playback and synchron. He is sitting in a close up in front of a wood structured wall paper and is wearing different eye masks, made of different photographs. In the beginning the masks change in time with the music and are accompanied by studio lightning. When the voice comes in till the end of the video Sabranski is wearing the same mask. The lyrics of the songs are telling from the perspective of the photograph, the different working steps in the developing process of a photograph and their different aspects.



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fame fame fatal fame

  Andrew Parker reminds me of this: " In the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen people ." - Momus I suspect the graffiti...