Showing posts with label humphrey bogart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humphrey bogart. Show all posts

Friday, August 27, 2010

Fade away never



The title is a pun - the song is not in fact about the European nomenclature of pencil leads or cigarettes, but actually dedicated to Hollywood film star Humphrey Bogart. ("2HB" = "to Humphrey Bogart".) In particular, it references the Bogart classic Casablanca.

The song is gentle and mellow in tone, evoking a smoky cabaret atmosphere and classic black and white films.

The instrumentation on the Roxy Music recording is dominated by Ferry's Hohner Pianet N electric piano, and features a saxophone solo in the middle where MacKay's playing is treated with tape echo effects by Brian Eno.

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Barefoot Contessa



Its a beautiful and sad story. How can you stop staring at Ava Gardner? And as always, my man Humphrey Bogart captivates.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Crushing on Humphrey....

Instead of socializing this evening, I opted to sing at home, watch Casablanca, and get some work done.

Bogart is so captivating. The crisp white jacket, those puppy dog eyes, his devil may care attitude, and that lover's heart..........

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Wholesome Hollywood Weekend

The Big Sleep. The chemistry between Bogart & Bacall....mesmerizing. 1940s. And such style.... I like this film better than the Maltese Falcon. Incredibly sharp dialogue with innuendo and more interesting female characters, including the always high sister.

Marlowe: Well, I can't tell till I've seen you over a distance of ground. You've got a touch of class, but, uh...I don't know how - how far you can go.
Vivian: A lot depends on who's in the saddle. Go ahead Marlowe, I like the way you work. In case you don't know it, you're doing all right.
Marlowe: There's one thing I can't figure out.
Vivian: What makes me run?
Marlowe: Uh-huh.
Vivian: I'll give you a little hint. Sugar won't work. It's been tried.


A weekend of classic films. From film noir Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall to the classic musical with John Travolta & Olivia Newton John.


Grease: The intro is great! Love Sandy. Stockard Channing has great legs and a sharp wit.

And in the midst of all of this:

- A friend who became engaged to himself. If you'd like to congratulate him on his newfound love, I'll tell you where he is registered.

- Grandma's grilled-cheese (buttery, crisp, and flat) done a new way--gruyere cheese, organic sourdough bread, and heirloom tomatoes. YUM.

- A funny fellow with the most amazing camera ever. If only I weren't feeling so shy.....so very Sandy.

- A dancing dog.

We're No Angels: Bogart in a fun little comedy which takes place on French-owned Devil's Island, the same location as one of my all-time favorite films, Papillon.

- INSPIRED: by Grease Pink Ladies meets Audrey Hepburn. A Sunday morning look--a black twill scooter skirt one-piece, a bright pink scarf in the hair, pink & silver ballet flats, and those Oliver People's glamorous black sunnies for a Sunday bike ride on a 1960's rickety bicycle with a basket to the Hollywood Farmer's Market. I laughed the entire ride, and for some time after.....

- NEW: Sorbet stand @ the Farmer's Market to check out: Cucumber sorbet! Lemon Basil sorbet! Intrigued as always by the young Albanian boys playing the accordian.

- BONDING: over the wonder of California, its unique offerings, and keeping it real. Eating as much delicious food as we possibly could in Studio City with Sanoe.