“And the genius of Chaplin is attested by the fact that he decided to end the movie in such a brusque, unexpected way, at the very moment of the tramp’s exposure the film does not answer the question “Will the girl accept him or not?” - The idea that she will and that the two of them will live happily ever after has no foundation whatsoever in the film … it is over at the moment of absolute uncertainty and openness when the girl - and, together with her, we the spectators - is confronted directly with the question of the “love for her neighbor”. Is this ridiculous, clumsy creature whose massive presence strikes us all of a sudden with an almost unbearable proximity really worthy of her love?”
-Žižek, Enjoy Your Symptom! (1992). On the ending of Chaplin’s film City Lights.
Uh-oh.
Clara Bow
A favorite photo of mine. I don’t know who took it or if there’s more in the set, but if someone knows, please let me know.
Dead Man’s Bones performing my favorite part of “Dead Hearts.” Shitty audio, but still - good song.
Sunday Best in Chicago’s South Side, 1941
Snazzy as fuck.
The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is
more than green and
throws up sharp and
cutting lights to
slice through the
plane tree leaves. And
on the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.
by Sally Mann.
by Sally Mann.
Aurélie Neyret
Dream State
Charlie Chaplin
The Kid
One of my best friends from childhood had a large print of this in her home. She used to have nightmares that Chaplin would emerge from the photo at night and wander around.