Monday, September 17, 2007

cherubs in burgos




poseurs in burgos



house signs in vitoria



an elliptical bandstand on the avenue in san sebastian



san sebastian

playa de laga



















an acorn from guernica


cafe casino in santiago de compostela





an elegant bar/restaurant/cafe with carved panels all around that seem to be inspired by dante's visions of purgatory, appropriate for a place of pilgrimage where people hoped to reduce the time they might spend there


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Monday, August 20, 2007

prize eejit

almost the entire scene i described yesterday can be seen on youtube

sorry for wasting your time ... and mine !

however, you may notice that the ?americanised? subtitles have lost much in translation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TN8Mp3FXiUg

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Michel Serrault in La Cage Aux Folles



http://film.guardian.co.uk/obituaries/0,,2140865,00.html

I was watching yet another comedy last night; it was La Cage Aux Folles yet again, when I belatedly learned of the recent death of the actor Michel Serrault. The film must have been made nearly 30 years ago.



















Renato, the butch Italian manager of La Cage Aux Folles, a gay cabaret in St. Tropez, and his French partner of twenty years, Albin who is the club’s starring drag/drama queen, endeavour to pass themselves off for one evening as an Italian cultural attaché and his wife. This is because Renato has a son who wants to marry the daughter of a well-known right wing politician, a Deputy.




















As in many partnerships, when there is a disagreement, there follows a competition to be "right". Renato, it seems, likes to give good advice, but doesn't know when to stop. In this scene, they go into a working-class bar along the street to compose themselves after a tiff. They pass straight through the bar to sit alone in an empty back room and I have always loved the ensuing low-budget scene in which the butch Renato tells the effeminate Albin how to butter his toast like a real man. This quickly becomes a duet of stereotypical camp gestures and posturing.