Some Advantages to Casting an Effeminate Tattooed Guy with Long Hair in Vampire Roles for a Music Video

Tattooed guys don’t care about money; contracts can be fulfilled with manly handshakes.

Effeminate auras cut back on the need for set lighting.

Long hair cut back on the need for make up.

There will be a lot of free publicity in Chicago, New York, London, Copenhagen, Hamburg…

Countless scenario possibilities can be extracted from the bible.

Teeth & the possibility of biting create new prospects for food-catering for a in the middle of a forest.

People who don’t care about money are never in a hurry to finish.

No one expects convincing actors anyway.

Effeminate people know better than anyone that women are all-knowing, so once they get going they damn it all to hell — they’re already screwed!

each season, Paris menswear FW attendees wonder, “what the hell will Adam Kimmel’s presentation look like this time?”. f/w 2011–2012 was something between Twin Peaks, My Own Private Idaho and The Brown Bunny. With guest participation of Oscar Tuazon.

and here is something that has nothing to do with Adam Kimmel. Only Oscar Tuazon

I saw the film “The Wanderer” (1967) by Jean-Gabriel Albicocco (based on Henri-Alban Fournier’s only novel “Le Grand Meaulnes,” published in France in 1912) with a friend in 1999. We were alone in the theater. I loved the movie from the get go, my instant-fierce love. The film received terrible reviews though; everyone said how disappointing the film was compared to the book, and how bad Brigitte Fossey was as Yvonne De Galais.

I’ve seen the movie dozens of times. I own it. Brigitte is breathtaking every time. You know the poem by Robert Frost? The road not taken is never too far from the one you took. Brigitte was a somehow sad person, but she laid the mask on thick: heavy hairdo and opaque foundation. I identified with her anger mostly, all that defiance and glare. I was afraid of her too. The road not taken.

Yvonne spent a great deal of time in the film insisting, “I’m not angry.” Except she was.

My best italian friend’s name is Leo (careful to pronounce it Lay-Oh, not Lee-Ho). Anyway.

I recently discovered the works of Jiří Trnka (1912-1969), a Czech artist mostly known for his puppet animations films. In 1965, he created “The Hand” to denounce Soviet control over the arts and freedom of speech.
By association of ideas, it made me realize that one of my most lasting and vivid childhood memories is dated from December 25th 1989 when I watched on TV the execution Nicolae and Elena Ceauşescu.
Far be it from me to compare Czechoslovakia and Romania that goes without saying…