Hey all... just a quick round-up of things that have been buzzing in my brain of late. Please enjoy.
Maybe my favorite story of the week, the month, the year, fuck it ...OF ALL TIME? Apparently, there's a gentleman in rural Switzerland who has been striking fear in the hearts of many by walking around the woods in a gas mask and a cloak (that's him up top) for about a decade. They call this mysterious wanderer "Le Loyon," and the authorities are now after him. Read his awesome story here.
Next up, another wilderness mystery: "Into the Wild" author Jon Krakauer examines new evidence about the death of woodsy wannabe Chris McCandless (who probably could have learned a few things from Le Loyon, by the sound of it).
Here's a bitchy one. If you don't already harbor palpable disdain for Anne Hathaway, ponder this: The Oscar-winning actress is selling her apartment in Brooklyn. Thing is, though, she didn't actually spend any time living in it.... she just used it "as a closet." Evidently, the 2,592-square-foot, 3-bedroom abode was too confining for her.
On the western side of the Washington Square Arch, there's a little door that my kids cannot resist knocking on absolutely every time we walk by (which is fairly often). Thanks to Gothamist, here's a look at what's behind that door.
Here's a cool piece from the always excellent Scouting New York on the back history and travails of the Players Club on Gramercy Park.
Courtesy of Dangerous Minds, I bring you great news about the long-awaited release of the original, uncut version of British horror classic, "The Wicker Man."
It wouldn't be Flaming Pablum if there weren't a bit of music shit. Herewith some visceral performance footage from 1983 of Black Flag decimating in the Suicidal Tendencies' garage. The iconic image above was taken by the great Glen E. Friedman, of course.
Lastly, a Facebook friend of mine named Richard recently put up a still from a film that immediately caught my eye. “What is that from?” I asked. The image looked like a surreal collision of the gatefold art of The Plasmatics’ Beyond the Valley of 1984 and that old TV ad for The Ritz Thrift Shop, where snooty ladies procured second-hand furs.
It turns out that it’s a still from the 1978 film “The Eyes of Laura Mars,” starring Faye Dunaway as a fashion photographer with an odd gift for crime-scene premonition. I’m honestly not sure if the rest of the film lives up the arresting image above, but for those – like me – who haven’t seen the film, I’ve unearthed the scene in question below.
According to my friend, the director of photography was one Victor Kemper, also responsible for the visuals in such films as “Dog Day Afternoon” and “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.”
In any case, enjoy the late 70’s vibe of chaos in Columbus Circle below…