Negroni's Technicolor Extravaganza

Old stuff, some new stuff and some stuff borrowed. Music, Art, Film, Writings, Criterion Collection, Classic Films, Old Vhs Tapes, New Friends, Old Friends, Cool People, Rock and Roll.


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La Chinoise (1967). Dir. Jean-Luc Godard.

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dariuswhiteplume:

Celine et Julie vont en bateau

dariuswhiteplume:

Celine et Julie vont en bateau

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da-ghetto-booteh:

Me entering any church

da-ghetto-booteh:

Me entering any church

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Little Billy. (He kinda looks like a 1950’s drawing)

Bill dreamt, he dreamt a lot. And ever
since he had that accident, he dreams, very
clearly indeed. He believes his dreams, he
thinks Jasmine is his princess, he believes
E.T. will call home and he even thinks unicorns
exist. Fifteen years old and he seems to have
no interest in girls, he eats in the lunchroom
alone in a corner, he rarely speaks in class and
the other kids give him a hard time. Everything
bad that happens to Bill is a reflection of his
attitude, an attitude problem that was caused
by the accident and by the way he looks.

I hate television. I hate it as much as I hate peanuts. But I can’t stop eating peanuts. Orson Welles