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"What’s it like to grow up working on the streets in a warzone, or to spend the first 15 years of your life pretending to be a boy? How does it feel to be one of the first skateboarders in a country, and at the same time a girl in a conservative Muslim society? In a nation divided along ethnic and gender lines, how do art, education and skateboarding create change?

This 320-page colour book features stunning, previously unpublished photographs accompanied by essays, interviews and personal stories from Skateistan’s founder Oliver Percovich and the young Afghans that have gone from being streetworking kids to teachers in the skatepark and classrooms. Full of hope, beauty, brutal honesty – and skateboards – this is a story about Afghanistan that you won’t find anywhere else.”

Not My Photo Or My Words. I Took This From A Facebook Page Skateistan.

Heres a link to there website

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Is there a classic movie bloopers fandom because there needs to be one


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Su JunkiePop c’è una specie di mia recensione di Only Lovers Left Alive, il nuovo film di Jim Jarmusch con Tilda Swinton e Tom Hiddleston, All’incirca un film di vampiri col dito medio ben alzato nella direzione generale di Bella & Edward. Dai, leggi.

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Anonymous said: Do you know where the Lubitsch sign that hung in Billy Wilder's office is today? Or who to ask? Thanks.


Hmm. Since the only photo I’ve seen of this sign (drawn by Saul Bass!) seems to be modern and museum-like, I want to say it’s hanging in the lobby of the Billy Wilder Theater at the Hammer Museum in Westwood Village in southern California. That’s my guess. I wouldn’t know who to ask except the executor of his estate or his relatives.

Any readers know the whereabouts of the Lubitsch sign?

If you are talking about the “how would Lubitsch do it?” sign, it’s in the Deutsche Kinematek Museum für Film und Fernsehen in Berlin > 

It’s my 2nd-favourite item in the permanent collection, number 1 being the vast array of Peter Lorre’s passports under different names/disguises from when he escaped Germany and subsequently moved to Hollywood. Also, Marlene Dietrich’s complete luggage set and the original backdrop art for Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari. A fabulous film museum.

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8 Films by Federico Fellini

8½, Amarcord, La Strada, Juliet of the Spirits, I Vitelloni, 

Nights of Cabiria, City of Women, La Dolce Vita

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This Halloween I’m going as a vampire - the right kind of vampire, this kind of vampire. (***Potential Film of the Year alert***)

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Outdoors festival, England style

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Irene is the city visible when you lean out from the edge of the plateau at the hour when the lights come on, and in the limpid air, the pink of the settlement can be discerned spread out in the distance below: where the windows are more concentrated, where it thins out in dimly lighted alleys, where it collects the shadows of gardens, where it raises towers with signal fires; and if the evening is misty, a hazy glow swells like a milky sponge at the foot of the gulleys. Travellers on the plateau, shepherds shifting their flocks, bird-catchers watching their nets, hermits gathering greens: all look down and speak of Irene. At times the wind brings a music of bass drums and trumpets, the bang of firecrackers in the light display of a festival; at times the rattle of guns, the explosion of a powder magazine in the sky yellow with the fires of civil war. Those who look down from the heights conjecture about what is happening in the city; they wonder if it would be pleasant or unpleasant to be in Irene that evening. Not that they have any intention of going there (in any case the roads winding down to the valley are bad), but Irene is a magnet for the eyes and thoughts of those who stay up above.

At this point Kublai Khan expects Marco to speak of Irene as it is seen from within. But Marco cannot do this: he has not succeeded in discovering which is the city that those of the plateau call Irene. For that matter, it is of slight importance: if you saw it, standing in its midst, it would be a different city; Irene is a name for a city in the distance, and if you approach, it changes.

For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is a city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

'Irene' - from Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino 

Calvino would have been 90 years old today. O, how we miss him.

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Five things I thought I would have by now AND five things I do have. Conclusions to be drawn by reader.

List I

1. A house, or a flat, or a room of my own.
2. A child, or maybe three (two boys and a girl preferably).
3. A job with a regular salary, and responsibilities, and the space to be creative and professional.
4. A dog (a pointer called Chekhov, or a Labrador called John Irving).
5. A sense of knowing what I’m doing and who I am and what tomorrow is going to bring.

List II

1. A husband who loves me, and whom I love (full range of emotions and small pleasures and unintended cruelties of intimacy included).
2. A handful of Really Good Friends I value above all else.
3. A terrifying sense of uncertainty towards the future.
4. A soft toy armadillo called Owen (after Owen Meany).
5. A dangerous tendency to swing wildly between putting myself down and picking myself up.