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I always thought he bore a startling resemblance to Señor Wences’ Johnny in this shot.
“…the physical manifestation of the soul of this country: infantile, grandiose and body dysmorphic…”
“The public funeral for Jackson at LA’s Staples Center on Tuesday July 7th is going to be a huge Diane Arbus event, like nothing ever seen or imagined. A Multitude of Grotesques. If I could afford it I would fly the hell out of the country that day, just for the statement value.”
The rain has been coming down here more or less steadily for the last month. I’m hoping we’re at the tail end of all this, because we go back into production later this month, and a large part of the shooting will take place outdoors.
I’m presently out in the sticks, at the editing console with two wet dogs underfoot; yup, it’s still raining–the vegetable gardens have expanded until they look like something out of Jurassic Park. Here’s what it looked like in the city yesterday:
“I’m gay,” Ryan told us. “I’m a gold-star gay.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, so I asked.
“Gold star gay means I’ve never been with a girl or even considered it,” he explained. “It just never occurred to me.”
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