Fare thee well

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 30/05/2010

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Adele – Hometown Glory [High Contrast rmx]

Bye Bye Paris – The Ray Collins Hot Club


party tyme

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 29/05/2010

Gare Du Nord – Carte Blanche

The King of Cheeses

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 28/05/2010

The origins of this distinctly mouldy cheese vary…
Either it is the man who stole a wheel of cheese and, in the process of fleeing, hid it in a cave. Upon his return, he found that the cheese had gone all green…
a young man left his lunch in a cave after being distracted by a beautiful girl, and upon returned a few months later found it had gone all green…

Either way, what a fortuitous accident!
The first recorded mention of Roquefort cheese was in 1070. And in 1411 the caves of Roquefort-sur-Soulzon were granted a monopoly for its manufacture by Charles VI.

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 26/05/2010

Chapelier Fou – Darling Darling


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 24/05/2010


have a ride on the ROFLcopter with this bad boy;

play it on mute

Willy Ronis

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/05/2010

Born in 1910, Willy Ronis got his first camera at the age of 16 and took over the family portrait business in Montmartre at the age of 22. The business collapsed a few years later after his fathers death and Ronis went freelance, working for Regards, Plaisirs de France, Life and Vogue among other publications. Documenting primarily his home town of Paris, Ronis is also known for his portaits of his wife Marie-Anne Lansiaux and their son, and his nudes.

Very very beautiful images. Black and white has never looked so good.


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 22/05/2010

The Beatles – Here Comes the Sun


Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 21/05/2010

Happy Bread Day!

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 17/05/2010

…yesterday, but the Festival Du Pain lasts from the 13th-17th may here in Paris. Saint Honoratus of Amiens was the 7th bishop of Amiens circa 600AD, and is today the patron saint of bread. Said to have been born virtuous, his nursemaid declared she would only believe his proclamation of Bishophood if the crust of the bread which she was baking for his family turned into roots and sprouted a tree. The crust did indeed allegedly produce a miraculous blackberry tree. 




Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 11/05/2010

bonobo performed by a full live band is beaut, however it would be preferential if one could watch/listen to the music from the comfortable vantage point of hanging seats rather then standing up…the kunundrum of the live gig. 

not any more!

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 11/05/2010

La Comtesse

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 08/05/2010

The warped tale of Elizabeth Bathory is definately a cinematic one – unfortunately the film by Julie Delpy [in which she also plays the protagonist] falls short of the stories potential. Sado masochism, torture, insanity and murder could potentially make for the perfect medieval horror film, replete with shadowed stone castles and wolf ridden forests.

The first shortcoming is the script; “kissing you is like making love to you”…said with a bad hungarian accent does not exactly inspire you as the audience to fall head over heels into the story. Unfortunately, as with most films not made in the language of their setting there is a certain element of falsity, especially when teamed with feeble attempts to refer to the country in which they reside with a slight lilt to the otherwise french/american accents.

Numerous shots of Delpys haunted face start to get a bit repetitive, as does her discourse, and relationship with Dominic Vizakna, who is too slimy and predictable as the villainous masochist. Everything could be a little bit more elaborate, a little bit more gory, a little darker. It does seem that in directing the film herself, Delpy tends to concentrate on her character maybe a bit too much. Things could stray to the basement a bit more…

The costumes are beautiful, the setting is suitably bleak and Delpy does look great as the haunted, deranged and blood thirsty aristocrat. However, the most interesting part of the film is the fact that it is in fact based on the life of Elizabeth Bathory, a hungarian countess who lived at the turn of the 17th century. Officially convicted for the murder of 80 girls, and rumoured to have killed 650, Bathory was said to torture and eat her victims, their blood supposedly preventing her beauty from fading. She was, as the story tells, bricked up in her rooms in her castle until she died a few years after her imprisonment. There is no suggestion that her cruel fetishes were due to a broken heart as the film suggests, rather it is very very unlikely that her husband was unaware, let alone uninvolved, in her derangement. It is suggested that he was the one who introduced her to the sadistic rituals which she so enjoyed indulging in. Rumours circulate that she was psychotic, and practised black magic. Reports from the time suggest that she was caught red handed by a group of men who went to investigate which included the prime minister of Hungary. They allegedly came across scenes of an orgy, torture chambers and dungeons filled with victims waiting for sacrfice. Considering the unerliabilty of records from that time, it is hard to tell exactly how many girls she killed, why or even if it was really her, but considering that there were over 300 witnesses to the crimes, it is hard to deny her involvement.

– pretty shocking story, and one which could make for a truly horrific movie – so why the dumming down?

Empire Records

Posted in Uncategorized by lmass on 03/05/2010

Jokes 90s feel good comedy film, made in 1995 by Allan Moyle, with an impressive cast which includes the young Liv Tyler and Renee Zellweger as well as many more familiar faces. Pretty painfully cheesy ending, and the performances are quite amateur, but in context it is a pleasant hour and a half spent luxuriating in the glorious grunge that was the 90s, of which i am a fan.

The film tells the story of an eccentric little independant record store, and takes place over the course of one day when the ownership is precariously balanced between the well meaning father figure manager and the corporate owner who wants to turn it into a generic music town.

It is particularly poignant now as all these record stores have very unfortunately not survived the storm that is ilegal downloading, and so their demise is now inevitable, and imminent.