"While diving off the Miami coast seeking one of the eleven fabled Spanish Galleons sunk in 1591, private investigator Tony Rome discovers a dead blonde, her feet encased in cement, at the bottom of the ocean.Rome reports this to Lieutenant Dave Santini and thinks little more of the incident until man-mountain Waldo Gronski hires him to find a missing woman, Sandra Lomax. Gronski has little in the way of affluence, so allows Rome to pawn his ring to retain his services.
After investigating the local hot-spots and picking up on a few names, Rome soon comes across Kit Forrester, whose party Sandra Lomax was supposed to have attended. Rome’s talking to Forrester raises the ire of racketeer Al Mungar, a supposedly reformed gangster who looks after Kit’s interests.
Rome, thinking there may be a connection between Lomax, Forrester and Mungar, starts probing into their backgrounds and begins a romantic relationship with Kit. With both cops and crooks chasing him and the omnipresent Gronski breathing down his neck, Rome finds himself deep in a case that provides few answers. "
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The Lady in Cement
by Anthony Rome, pseudonym of author Marvin Albert
It was also made into a movie in 1968 starring Frank Sinatra and Raquel Welch:
Thursday, April 25, 2013
"Mademoiselle 1949 "Holiday"
"I desperate young wife is ordered by her doctor to get out of the house at least one day a week. She goes shopping, tries on dresses, looks in the mirror wondering which one her husband Sam will like. Always Sam, like a Greek chorus in the back of her head, as if she herself hadn't a definiteness, a clarity that was undisputedly hers. Suddenly she couldn't make the difference between pleated and gourd skirts of sufficient importance to fix her decision. She looked at her self in the full length glass, tall, getting thicker around the hips, the lines of her face beginning to slip, she was 29, but she felt middle aged, as if a great many years had passed and there wasn't very much yet to come. "
-The Feminine Mystique (1963) by Betty Friedan
Monday, April 15, 2013
I've been on a long journey, it feels, to find the perfect merge of my loves for free flowing watery paintings and line drawings and photography. I still haven't quite found the techniques that satisfy these faint, twinkling visions I keep chasing.
I suppose if you arrive at the end of your journey, victorious, you feel rocky mountain high for a short time until the boredom sets in and you start chasing a new dream. I try to remind myself of the mantra, Focus on the journey, not the destination. It is an awareness that I always treasure. When you put all your attention on the end goal, you lose wisdom and richness of the present moment that brought you to your destination. Sometimes the end goal is never met because full effort didn't go into the process; too much attention was diverted away, focused on success rather than the task at hand.
Every up, every down along the way is yours. Its your path, its your journey. Its all we really own.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Paintings, styling, photography by moi
Models: Leah Osnos, Melanie Blankenship, Oluwatoyin Pyne
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Friday, March 8, 2013
" You do not come
On this moonless night.
I wake wanting you.
My breasts heave and blaze.
My heart burns up. "
-Ono No Komachi 9th century
(Image Sources Unknown)
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Smith - Baby Its You (1969)
I love the gold headpiece on Smith's lead singer-- I'm hunting for one myself. All that She-ra socialization in my youth has convinced me I need one to harness my personal powers. If I was only wearing one while drinking my morning coffee and planning my creative endeavors everything would fall into place, me thinks.
This is certainly the ideal look for all those stunning pale yellow blondes out there, because the gold is fantastic on blonde blonde hair... very She-ra.
I love Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice (1969). Its been referenced by so many photoshoots (see the foursome with alternating facial expressions snuggled in bed) and TV shows and films and etc, its reputation precedes the film itself. Before I saw it I figured it was a typical 60s sex farce, filled with slapstick and sexual tension. Then, it came on Turner Classic Movies late one night and from the opening drive through the mountains of California with Natalie Wood & Robert Culp to the mushy group therapy session, I was hooked. It wasn't a lighthearted sex romp, but an honestly confusing look at 30-something couples reexamining their lives and the notions they hold to be true. There's a serious clash that occurs between the idealized free-love, open-arms spiritual worldview they experienced in the bubble of the retreat they attended, the safe cozy lives they life with their more traditional friends and family, and the fleshly, materialistic glitz of the Hollywood scene they frequent.
Documentary film-maker Bob Saunders and his wife Carol attend a group therapy session that inspires them to change their outlook on life. Tensions arise and opinions clash as Bob and Carol descend from their utopian therapy retreat high in the mountains, to reenter their day to day lives and share new outlooks with couple friends, Ted and Alice. There are no clear answers as the group questions career, drugs, monogamy, loyalty and their lifes' paths.
" Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice request the company of your pleasure. "