Nita + Zita

by angeliska on August 26, 2010


I promised I would write about my deep love for Nita and Zita
a while back
, and as these mysterious ladies have been
haunting my dreams and acting as my muses lately, I
reckon I had better share their story here. I remember
first discovering the magic of these bohemian legends
at Judy’s Collage, an amazing junk-haven that used to
be on Chartres and Frenchmen. Man, I miss that place!
It was so packed with the most incredible stuff, you could
barely move around. Stalactites of flotsam hung from the
ceiling in a dimly lit mermaid’s cavern crammed with
jettisoned treasures. There was an odd little corner with
some of Nita and Zita’s costumes stuck on old mannequins
in kind of a chicken wire shrine. There were so many
fascinating characters in the Marigny and Bywater,
burlesque dancers and faded old queens with creole
cottages brimming with old photos and stories – I was
very blessed to meet and become friends with some of
them, and hear their stories. But oh! What I wouldn’t have
given to have been able to meet Nita and Zita! How
wonderful to have visited them in their amazing polka-dot
house
, and taken dance and exercise classes from them!
It hurts my heart to think of them being buried in pauper’s
graves with only the Rabbi and a neighbor come to pay
their respects! It kills me to think of them so friendless,
when now their old neighborhood is full of people who
revere their memories, write plays based on their lives,
and fight over their tattered belongings and who loved
them best. Flora and Piroska Gellért were born in the
Jewish shtetl of Nagybánya, Hungary – which apparently
is close to Szatmárnémeti
(now you know!) They immigrated
to America in 1922 to become Nita and Zita, exotic dancers
and acrobats of international renown. They traveled and
performed all over the world, their passports a patchwork
of stamps from Shanghai, Panama, Paris and Egypt.

“Nita and Zita were sisters. They were also exotic
or interpretive dancers (‘Hawaiian, Oriental, waltz,
veil dances,’ reads one of their old cards), and they
spent their last years in a small shotgun
house on Dauphine Street.
Nita and Zita had come originally from Romania (Hungary!)
and were often referred to in their old New Orleans neighborhood
as ‘The Gypsy Ladies.’ They danced on Bourbon Street toward the
end of their careers and gave dance and fitness lessons in one room
of their home: ‘Nita and Zita International Dancers. Health exercise
studio for 25 years till 60 years old persons for body and mind
improvment. Everybody need to exercise but persons in their
middle years need mild and slow exercises to have normal
blood circulation.’ How true. How very true.”

From VOICES, The annual report of the North Carolina
Folk Art Society, Vol. 1: 1992. By Howard Campbell


This is Piroska (Zita) Gellért. Piroska (Pir-osh-ka) is the Hungarian name for Little Red Riding Hood.
While I was in the midst of writing this, I received an email from my
dear friend in New Orleans, the inimitable Marquis Déjà Dû, which
included this amazing video from 1922 (the year the sisters came
to America!) showing the belles of the day posing and preening
in glorious color! I was just conversing with my sweetheart on how
odd it is to see these rare images the pre-technicolor era – we were
amazed by the photos from Russia in Color, a Century Ago. We
were musing on about how strangely shocking it is to
see color photographs from that time. It makes it all seem
so much closer, more real somehow, and – although
we know better, it’s easy to think of the world as being all
black and white back then. How odd, to see the blue of
an eye, the blush of a cheek. It shouldn’t be, but it is!


(Photograph from FLY)
Sort of unrelated, but still – my friend Masha Yakovenko is a model
in New York, and I just stumbled across this photo of her that I think
is just so exquisite. Doesn’t she look like a Louise Brooks sort of girl?
I think she would look amazing in one of Nita + Zita’s dresses like
this one that was being sold by Paisley Babylon a while back:

I love the hand stitching on these. I remember seeing the
famous portraits of Nita and Zita decorating Paisley
Babylon, which was such fabulous vintage store that
used to be on Decatur Street, but now exists only online
I wonder if she’ll ever put up any more of Nita and Zita’s
fabulous wardrobe? I can only wish and dream!

Not that I could have filled this frock out! Va-va-va-voom! Bazongas!
“I don’t know all the facts of Nita & Zita’s life (nobody does, really;
they have become mythic), but have pieced together a history
from the designs that they left behind. They were real bohemians:
they lived art, did everything in an artistic manner. They even repaired
their ramshackle Marigny home with needle and thread, sewing up
holes in the walls! Same with their clothing: they made and mended
them. In fact, it seems like they made nearly all of their dresses by
hand, or redesigned store-bought dresses, and would continue to
work on them until they were perfect! Sort of like those crafty hippies
did with their jeans! Embroidery is very Hungarian!
Dancers, contortionists, folk artists, above all Nita and Zita were seamstresses!”

Paisley Babylon
Brings to mind the new project from the lovely trans-continental
ladies, Drucilla & Mathyld, who are debuting Ragtime Seance,
“Part e-course, part secret club”, joining their forces to teach us
about embroidery and sewing! They are drawing inspiration
from the flappers of the 1920’s, so hopefully Saints Nita + Zita
will bless and inspire their endeavors! Sok szerencsét kivánok!
(A légpárnás hajóm tele van angolnákkal!)

Magic Windows #17

by angeliska on August 24, 2010

The other night, we were invited to dinner at our dear friend Annie’s house.
Annie is an extremely sweet lady, talented artist, and very good cook:
she made us squash and asparagus with pine nuts, polenta and venison
sausage from a deer her friend hunted and processed. It was very delicious,
and I would have taken a picture of it – but I’m afraid I gobbled it up far too
fast for that to happen! Instead I wandered around her tiny little abode,
and took pictures of her treasures. Her house is elf-sized, and filled with
dolls, dead-things and books. It is very peaceful and kept very tidy, with
meticulously organized and labeled boxes on shelves for art supplies
that make me very happy (and envious/inspired!). I have a dozen old
tins crammed with all sorts of flotsam in stacks on my floor instead, and
it’s hell to find an eraser, or sharpener when you need one. I lived for
many years in a one-room house, and living in an itty-bitty space really
does force you to be more organized and picky about what you choose
to keep. I’ve been getting rid of loads of clothes and things lately, and it
feels great. More to come! I’m going to sell some real treasures from my
wardrobe soon – if you’re a lady with a size 8-8.5 foot, you’re going to be
very happy, because I’ve got tons of shoes and boots that I must part with!
Etsy or Ebay though? I just can’t decide. Thoughts and opinions are welcome!
Annie
This is Annie. Isn’t she adorable? I love her a lot.
She is wearing a Metallica shirt and is covered in bees. This makes me love her even more.
Annie's Haus
A golden eagle, little puppet, and globe lamps.
Annie's Haus
I love this antler lady sculpture. I’m not sure who made it, though! An etsy-seller, I believe.
Annie's Dolls
Doll-babies and a skeleton hand that I’ve seen Annie wear on her head as a fascinator.
Annie's Dolls
More tinies.
Annie's Headdress
I am very covetous of this Balinese headdress that Annie found at the bins for a buck and quarter!
(If you are not a fan of North America’s only marsupial, please do not look at the last photo!)
Annie's Hat
This is the famous Halloween hat that I adore. I wish she’d wear it all the time.
See also:
Feral Honey
and
Nectarine Dream

Witchball Honey

by angeliska on August 18, 2010


(Photo by Nancy Chow.)

★ I love Arthur Magazinethey always turn me on to the best stuff, and write about a lot
of my favorite people, places and things that no one else seems to know about. Right now
I’m really loving this work from Mexico City artist Inés Estrada. How to find a witch in a ball
of yarn! I’ve always wondered how to do that. A very useful manual indeed! She is also
also co-editor of the bilingual comic anthology Gang Bang Bong, which looks super.
I’ve decided to commit (finally!) and stop flirting with the handful of languages that
I know enough of to be cute in. Spanish needs to get in my brain, and come out my
mouth, because I’m tired of feeling embarrassed that I can’t have a simple conversation
about dogs or the weather with my neighbors. Well, honestly, I can – but I sound like
a demented child. Not so good! What better way to learn a language than by reading
comics, or poetry? Nice to read Pablo Neruda aloud at night, and dance in front of the
mirror – or so I hear from a certain bruja who lives down the street! Cha-cha-cha!
Oh yes, and – check this great page out: Beyond Rosetta Stone – 20 free online
resources for learning a foreign language
– can’t wait to delve in! ¡Estoy listo!

★ I am so taken with the work of Trine Søndergaard. What an inspiration.
They are severe, yet elfin – archaic and very modern all at once. Love!
On and Off the Walls: Trine Søndergaard’s Fano Portraits
(Thanks to Mlle. Odette O. for this, and for the following!)
For a period of the three years Trine Søndergaard visited the Danish island of Fano
to take portraits of local women dressed up in their traditional costumes. On this northern
island, the costumes are somber, with only a dash of color. Søndergaard’s portraits are
luminous and of a simple beauty. Her subjects pose in their regalia, the background is
neutral, the light is pure, and the composition is classical.

Elisabeth Biondi

I once spent the 4th of July in a small village in Denmark called Skørping,
in the Rebild National Forest. Why? Well, my grandfather thought it was
interesting that they have celebrated America’s Independence Day since
1912. It’s the largest 4th of July celebration outside the U.S. and people
come from all over to sit on bleachers in the Danish summer drizzle and
listen to the Queen of Denmark. I instead went hiking in the forest, chased
some sheep, slid down a hill in the rain, and listened to the surreal sound
of the Maritime Band playing “In the Mood” and other swing hits reverberating
off of the pines. There is also a full-size reproduction of Abraham Lincoln’s
log cabin and a totem pole in the park. What? So bizarre. Anyhow, the very
best part for me was seeing the most adorable little old people in traditional
Danish folk-costumes. They look like elves! I want to dress like that when I
am old. Pointy hats with embroidered flowers and big red bows, please!

Ryan McGinley takes lots of pictures of androgynously beautiful young people,
cavorting naked in nature. Sounds kind of daft and done, but I really like what
he does. It’s spontaneous and mystic and makes you want to be there.
I especially like his series moonmilk, which is naked people in lovely caves.
10 Awesome Caves Of the World
★ I’ve been on a cave trip lately. There are so many I want to explore one day,
particularly this one in Croatia: “The Velebit Mountain is the home of a number
of caves named Lukina jama, Slovacka jama, Velebita and Meduza. These caves
have some of the world’s greatest subterranean spectacular vertical drops, sure to
bring a shudder in the spine. At the foot of Lukina jama there are ponds and streams
having the largest colonies of subterranean leeches.”

★ The Brooklyn based street art collective Faile has made this incredible temple
in Lisbon, that I want very badly to see in person. How wonderful it is! I love the
mish-mash of typefaces and cultural references, and it tickles me to imagine
the bewilderment of future archaeologists when they find this peculiar monument!

“Known for adapting its signature mass culture-driven iconography
to a wide array of media, from wooden boxes and window pallets
to more traditional canvas, prints, sculptures, stencils, multimedia
installation, and prayer wheels, Faile blurs the lines between commodity
and art, and ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture, demonstrating a emphasis on audience
participation, a sharpened critique of consumerism, and attempts to develop
new forms of religious artifact. Situated smack right in the middle of one of
the busiest streets of Lisbon and surrounded by classical buildings with
history of its own, the temple is a giant sculptural installation that has been
2 years in the making. Shaped somewhat like a dilapidated mausoleum,
the temple has everything you can imagine from a armed warrior horse,
to Indian themed graffitis, to columns and totems inspired by pop culture.”

– From Wicked Halo
More great photos at the great Portugeuse Street Art blog Stick 2 Target also!
★ My favorite theatre company in Austin is mounting a new show in October,
which I can’t wait to see: Rubber Repertory,
in association with Salvage Vanguard Theater,
proudly presents:
BIOGRAPHY OF PHYSICAL SENSATION

“In their first new show since The Casket of Passing Fancy,
Rubber Repertory pushes the limits of audience participation
to even more fateful extremes. Each night, an audience of 40
will be given the chance to experience a human life through
actual tastes, touches, smells, and sounds. This reinvention
of the traditional biography forgoes narrative in favor of pure
physical experience, placing audience members in the center
of over a hundred pivotal moments of perception.
Everyone who attends the show is invited to choose from seats
of three different sizes. The size of your seat dictates the intensity
of sensations you’re willing to receive. Those in the smallest seats
will receive low-intensity sensations–the smell of lavender and stale
cigarettes, for instance–while those in the larger seats expose
themselves to far livelier thrills.
Once the show begins, it’s a fast and feely ride through puberty
and pork chops, gunshots and tetherball, party whistles and old
pianos, tonsillectomies and lemon cake. In other words: life itself.”

Doesn’t that sound great? I love what they do. Oh, and if you
buy tickets now, you’ll get a special prize! It will probably be smelly!
Candied Corpses, And 87 Other Ancient Innovations
I desperately need Vicki Leon’s new book, How to Mellify a Corpse:
And Other Human Stories of Ancient Science & Superstition.
★ I’m also craving Cockney Visionary
lavishly illustrated monograph to accompany
the Austin Osman Spare exhibition in London.
Quite beyond my range at £160, alas!

★ I did treat myself recently, when I decided
that I couldn’t live without The Fantastic Menagerie
Tarot
published by The Magic Realist Press.
Lively, humorous and utterly engaging,
The Fantastic Menagerie Tarot is based
on the illustrations of 19th century French illustrator,
J.J. Grandville. Known as the “Father of Surrealism”.
Grandville was a huge influence on artists such as
Tenniel, the first illustrator of Alice in Wonderland.
His pictures are cynical, funny, bitter and sweet –
and make for a deck that manages to be both timeless and true.

★ I’m really adoring this very sweet and generous blog
from collectors of Western Swing 78s
– they share
a lot of this really hard-to-find music, which is the
perfect soundtrack to cooking lima beans on a
hot August night. Believe me, because I know.
★ Did anyone catch the Perseid Meteor Shower the
other night? We watched a bit, though we were still
too close to civilization for it to be very dark. Still, it
was divine: we drank scotch and homemade ginger
soda and listened to the Cocteau Twins singles on
a cassette tape made from the box set, which I still
somehow do not have. Perfect celestial soundtrack!
In case you missed it, here’s a great set of images:
Perseid Meteor Shower
★ This flickr collection is just the best: Le Cirque
Advertisements for circus and theatrical acts, primarily French, circa 1885-1925.
★ Oh, and one of my favorite recent reads from this past winter,
The Crimson Petal And The White (which is about Victorian
prostitutes, hooray) is going to be made into a BBC production
,
and Gillian Anderson is cast as the evil madam Mrs Castaway!
Richard E Grant (a favorite of mine ever since Withnail + I)
will play “the invasive physician” Doctor Curlew, and Romola
Garai, who I know nothing about, will play Sugar. I hope it’s good!

3 Women

by angeliska on August 17, 2010


I had tried, on multiple occasions, to watch 3 Women – knowing instinctively
that I would love it, though I hadn’t yet seen many of Robert Altman’s films.
Something always went wrong. The disc had a flaw, and froze up, or everyone
had already seen it too many times. Finally, I gave it another try, and watched
it by myself one sweltering afternoon a couple weeks ago. I knew even watching
the opening credits, with the strange and watery montage of monstrous murals
that it would be one of my all-time favorite films. It really is incredible. I think I
need to own my own copy! I’ve never sat through the entire director’s commentary
on a film before, but this was that sensation when you finish an amazing book,
and just have the urge to turn it over and start reading it again, from the beginning.
The story of how the idea for the film came to Altman in a dream, fully formed and
cast, is so fascinating. I admire both Shelley Duvall and Sissy Spacek utterly – as
immensely talented actresses, outrageously beautiful women, and as fellow Texans!


They both put so much into their roles as Millie Lammoreaux and Pinky Rose, both characters
feel absolutely authentic in their oddness. Their accents are as familiar and sweet as milk
to me, and Sissy has always secretly reminded me of my mom (who was a red-headed
Texan also nicknamed Cissie). I was watching Inside the Actor’s Studio with Sissy Spacek
today, and I love how she says, “You know, being from Texas is like being a member of a
very exclusive club.” She’s right, too! We always seem to find each other, and have a very
particular understanding for one another, and also – an innate friendliness. We’re not earnest
like Canadians, but just very open, somehow. I love being from here, I must say. If I had a pair
of Texas-shaped sunglasses, I’d wear ’em every day. I know they exist out there, somewhere!
What other state has sunglasses made in the shape of it, I ask you? None! Texas rules, man.

Janice Rule, who plays Willie Hart, also fascinates me. Witch-blue eyes staring ruefully, silent
in long skirts and straw hat. Always painting these bizarrely gorgeous murals on the walls of
drained swimming pools. Heavily pregnant, crouched with her brushes and pots in the hot sun.
She knows things, ancient mysteries, but she’s not saying. She watches, and paints, and carries
a deep sadness. The sorrow of the mother of the world. She’s a primordial crone-queen.

Bodhi Wind was the actual artist who painted the strange and savage murals,
and unfortunately, very little is known about him. He was incredibly talented artist,
a symbolist visionary, and something of a babe! Sadly, I discovered that four or
five years after 3 Women was made, he stepped off a curb in London and was
struck and killed by an oncoming car. I’ve found myself wondering about who
Bodhi Wind was, and where the inspiration for his beautiful beasts came from.
What wonders might he have created had he lived? I’ve also been thinking a
lot about the 1970’s – and all the brilliant drifters that simply wandered off the
horizon into oblivion. What did they leave behind? In an era before people
could simply be googled and found, you could just disappear, and leave no
trace. I wonder about the murals in the desert. Did they flake away, or get
painted over? Are they still out there, preserved in the pool of the Purple Sage
apartment complex, or hacked off the walls to grace the dining room of some
Hollywood luminary? I wish I knew. It seems he also did the cover art for the
album Elevation from jazz great Pharoah Sanders
. That’s all I could dig up,
alas. But who knows? There’s got to be some people out there who knew him,
who worked with him, who knew what his name was before he became Bodhi Wind.

Altman said it was so hot in the desert, that they couldn’t paint during the day –
the paint would literally boil and bubble. They had to wait until evening, and
drag lights down into the empty pools to paint by. Can you imagine?

This was his assistant, his friend, maze-painter. Who was he? Where is he these days?

I would have loved to have seen books of Bodhi’s paintings, galleries filled
with his mystic monsters. How would he have evolved as an artist? Mysteries.
I’ve been devouring Joan Didion’s collection Slouching Towards Bethelehem,
and the first passage in the first essay “Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream”
seemed so apt, seemed to perfectly describe the setting, and the rootlessness
of 3 Women. I’d never read Didion before, but I’ve got a stack I’m working through.
“This is a story about love and death in the golden land, and begins with the country.
The San Bernardino Valley lies only an hour east of Los Angeles by way of the San
Bernardino Freeway but is in certain ways an alien place: not the coastal California
of subtropical twilights and the soft westerlies off the Pacific but a harsher California,
haunted by the Mohave just beyond the mountains, devastated by the hot dry Santa Ana
wind that comes down through the passes at 100 miles an hour and whines through the
Eucalypts windbreaks and works on the nerves. October is the bad month for the wind,
the month when breathing is difficult and the hills blaze up spontaneously.
There has been no rain since April. Every voice seems a scream.
It is the season of suicide and divorce and prickly dread, wherever the wind blows.
The Mormons settled this ominous country, and then they abandoned it but by the time they
left the first orange tree had been planted and for the next hundred years the San Bernardino
Valley would draw a kind of people who imagined they might live among the talismanic fruit
and prosper in die dry air, people who brought with them Mid-western ways of building and
cooking and praying and who tried to graft those ways upon the land. The graft took incurious
ways. This is the California where it is possible to live and die without ever eating an artichoke,
without ever meeting a Catholic or a Jew. This is the California where it is easy to Dial-A-Devotion,
but hard to buy a book. This is the country in which a belief in the literal interpretation of Genesis
has slipped imperceptibly into a belief in the literal interpretation of Double Indemnity, the country
of the teased hair and the Capris and the girls for whom all life’s promise comes down to a waltz-length
white wedding dress and the birth of a Kimberly or a Sherry or a Debbi and a Tijuana divorce and
return to hairdressers’ school. “We were just crazy kids” they say without regret, and look to the future.
The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.
Here is where the hot wind blows and the old ways do not seem relevant, where the divorce
rate is double the national average and where one person in every thirty-eight lives in a trailer.
Here is the last stop for all those who come from somewhere else,
for all those who drifted away from the cold and the past and the old ways.
Here is where they are trying to find a new life style, trying to find it in the
only places they know to look: the movies and the newspapers.”

– From the essay “Some Dreamers of the Golden Dream”
Also, do please check out Going Home – a great essay by Kari Amick
for Wundkammer Magazine on Joan Didion, cranes, and the difficulty of going home.

“Whooping cranes are white birds, five feet tall, and graceful where they should be ungainly.
Like loons, cranes raise only one or two chicks per year. Unlike loons, cranes are endangered
enough to merit captive rearing to supplement their numbers. The trick to raising birds in captivity
is to look and sound like them, to stay silent and play crane calls through an mp3 player, to swaddle
one’s self in a white sheet with one gloved hand marked to look like a crane’s head: red forehead patch,
yellow eye, long black beak. Then when the cranes are introduced to other cranes they will migrate with
them, they will mate with them, they will not know that the difference between the misshapen thing that
raised them and the real bird they see now. They will follow the crane flock home.”


Man, I need to watch Coal Miner’s Daughter again! Badlands, also which
3 Women joins at the very tip-top of my all-time favorite films canon.

Sissy Spacek Interviewed for 3 Women at Cannes – she’s so elfin and perfect!
Look at her corn-flax hair, and that crisp blazer and her enthusiastic ease.
I grabbed all the best stills I could find for this post, with many thanks to
Miss Moodboard, Mister Ron’s Log, and John Waterson for making them available!
Also, check out Corbu’s Cave – The Painted Wall: From Cave Painting
to Le Corbusier and Beyond
for a nice piece on Bodhi.
Unrelated, save for their hues and beauty – some dewy sweet peas from Ecstaticist:
Wet Kiss
Sweet

The Museum of Ephemerata – Underground

by angeliska on August 12, 2010

We recently took a trip deep into the bowels of the earth to visit our dear
friends Scott and Jen Webel at their amazing new exhibit of cthonic mysteries.
I remember back when I was still living in New Orleans, someone told me about
this strange museum that had opened up in East Austin. While curiously perusing
The Museum of Ephemerata’s website, I had a premonition that I get sometimes
when seeing (or reading, or listening to) someone’s work for the first time – that sure
feeling, or spark of intuition that we will one day meet and become friends. Katrina blew
me back here, and it wasn’t long after that that I visited the Museum for the first time.
It was for the opening of their Machines exhibit, and looking around at all the assorted
oddlings congregated in their front yard turned foyer, I knew that I’d found some kin.
Fairy lights flickered in the tall reeds growing out of a clawfoot bathtub, and the fig trees
made a ersatz screen for found footage from abandoned science reels. A theremin warbled,
and the first tour filed out, and the next group of us prepared to enter the mysterious museum.
The number of strange objects the curators manage to cram into the tiny half of their house that
they’ve converted into the museum is impressive. Even more impressive is their dedication to
creating these wonderful rotating shows, and the enormously entertaining personal tours that
they provide to the public. If you’re in Austin, and you’ve not seen it for yourself, go check out their latest
show Underground while it’s still up – I promised you will leave very charmed and informed!
Underground booklet
From the Ephemerata site:
This Museum exhibition is an earthquake that rends the ground to expose the UNDERGROUND.
A hole opens up, and we are walking down into the damp dark unknown. Descend into our show-cave
through normally hidden strata! Beneath our city is a crowded metropolis of graves, pipes, cables, tunnels,
sewers, and landfills, and as we travel down past the aquifer, a glowing lake of magma! The mysterious
corridors of our subterranean journey branch off into political undergrounds, the subconscious, and the
Underworld — lair of monsters, land of the dead. By spelunking through these passages, we come to learn
that humans are strange creatures like earthworms, ceaselessly dedicated to the circulation of vast undergrounds!
The earthquake of industrialized humans has reversed the strata of land and sky such that what was underground
has become our atmosphere. Please watch your head for low-hanging rocks.
UNDERGROUND will be open for tours through November.
Learn about the body as ambulatory geological formation,
explore a Crystal Cavern, and see things dug up in our yard!
The Museum is open Thursdays (4-7pm) and Saturdays (1-4pm).
We are also open for appointments — call 320-0566
or email mnae@mnae.org for availability.
$4 suggested donation

waspnest
Beware the wasps at the entrance! Behold their marvelous architecture!
gnomes
A panoply of stone gnomes are there to greet you when you arrive. I think they might bite.
Kai plays the player piano
A new addition to the Ephemerata family has been created this year: baby Kai, who is a player piano virtuoso!
We loaned them the piano a while back for their Wondrous Instruments show, and they’ve very kindly kept it
for us. I fear we’re going to have to figure out what to do with it soon! In keeping with the them for the show,
it plays “There’s a Goldmine in the Sky” – “Take your old time mule / I know you’re growing lame /
You’ll pasture in the stars / When we make that claim”
Sad songs for desperate miners!
crystal cavern
Enter the crystal cavern – but watch out for the troglodytes!
mineral specimens
Some excellent mineral specimens – including the “dubious minerals” – Pyrite, Citrine, and Chrysocolla.
old bones
Some Civil War relics, old bones and blood-stained dice. Flotsam buried in ancient battlefields.
whipscorpion
We also lent a Tailless whip scorpions from our collection, though I have no photo of the actual article,
the beautifully done guidebook illustrates the beastie. I’m not disturbed by spiders at all, but these guys
are actually quite horrifying to behold! They are extremely intelligent, and have developed brain stems.
viewmaster
The plastic descendent of stereoscopic viewers – a 3-D viewmaster depicting Carlsbad Caverns
flaming hoop
In the Impermanent Collection you can view this death-defying feat rendered in ceramic!
Ephemerata Gardens
Ephemerata Gardens out back are lush and overgrown with sunflowers and fig-trees. A bunny lives there.
spider
As well as some very impressive spiders! Arachnophobes, I apologize for the spider-surplus:
they just seem to keep popping up everywhere I look, and I’ve always seen them as very good omens.

I want to go here very badly! I love caves and their beautiful stone formations so much.
We are lucky to have some really excellent ones here in Texas. Imagine how many are
undiscovered, or on private property? It’s our fantasy to have a subterranean nightclub
one day. We have dreams of excavating under our house and digging down. Oddly enough,
a guy in our neighborhood did just that – this 70 year old man dug 30 feet down below
his house, by hand! Just brought out buckets of dirt, one by one until he had created
three underground levels! Pretty impressive. Now the City is filling it all up with concrete.
“The magnificent underground cave system traditionally called Reed Flute Cave
and known today as the Palace of Natural Art lies beneath the city of Guilin, China,
and is over 750 feet (240 meters) long. The first recorded visits to the cave took place
over 1,000 years ago during China’s Tang Dynasty. Artificial lighting is used to enhance
the stunning rock formations in the cave, which has been officially open for visitors since
1962. One of the largest parts of the cave system is the Crystal Palace of the Dragon King,
which can hold up to 1,000 people and was used as an air raid shelter during World War II.
The grotto features a solitary stalagmite that resembles a human being –
it’s said that a visiting poet attempted to write about the beauty that
greeted his eyes but took so long to find the right words he turned to stone.”

The full set of photos from our Underground tour are up on Flickr: have a look…

Suprises + Suchlike

by angeliska on August 10, 2010

Surprises of all sorts are abounding in this scorching season.
The heat has gotten so intense that the minute you step outside,
all the air is sucked out of your lungs. I retreat into the cool, dark
cave of my studio and endeavor to respond in kind to some of the
very wonderful things I’ve received in the mail recently. What better
occasion to craft some thank you letters than while taking refuge from the sun?
I’ve sadly fallen out of practice in being a good mail correspondent.
I think it’s a muscle you have to keep taut, the reflexive stretch for
stationary and stamps. I have an impressive collection of accoutrements
for the most elaborate letters, and now it’s time to put them to good use!
To those who’ve sent me sweet things, know that a response is on the
way, with apologies enclosed for the length at which it may arrive…
Slowly but surely, I’m working my way through a long list – and really
trying to be better about responding swiftly to calls, emails and letters.
Little goals, climbing the mountain! I’ve been thinking a lot about this
thing Gala posted about recently, a very simple secret to success that
really gave me pause. It’s just this: Do what you say you’re going to do.
Oh man. Living hard by that rule really changes things. Now that my time
is more my own, and I am my own task-master, I have no excuses for not
doing everything I promise, even in passing. My to-do lists are epic lately,
and I’m learning a whole new array of tricks to get everything done. Have
I mentioned ever how much I adore Teux Deux? It’s such a useful tool for me –
a satisfyingly simple and attractive online to-do list designed by Tina Roth Eisenberg
(aka swissmiss)
. I cannot wait for the iPhone app version to come out! Compulsive
list makers unite! I feel lost without a list, and crossing things off it can be so sublime.
Once again, I’ve wandered out in spiral – onward to the treasures!
* EDIT: D’oh! The Teux Deux app is out, and apparently has been for a bit now!
Why wasn’t I informed? My plans for world domination through obsessive
list-making were delayed only momentarily – now I am an unstoppable force!

L'Artisan Parfumeur Coeur de Vétiver Sacré + Leone
So Miss Tamera Verhext is one of the best parcel-senders in the universe,
but this magic box of goodies procured on her recent trip to Paris really
was just beyond… I got so excited that I forgot to take pictures of the
beautifully wrapped cadeaux – Greedy Gretel, me! Well, they were
wrapped in rosy vintage wallpaper, and in the music for “Sur le pont
d’Avignon
“, which I have fond memories of singing in French class.
I about peed my britches when I saw what she had sent me:
a beautiful bottle of L’Artisan Parfumeur Coeur de Vétiver Sacré,
which is my new signature scent, and is not even available here in the
States until September! Double-fancy! It is truly glorious, and I feel like
the luckiest duck ever. Tamera spoils me rotten! Here’s the fragrance
breakdown: sparkling, peppery and vibrant-smoky. Notes include:
bergamot black tea, date, dried fruits, saffron, ginger, pink berries,
vanilla, incense, musks. Exquisite! Also, the Leone pastilles, in my
favorite color! I collect the tins, and I love the mint flavored ones
especially. It’s wonderful that the company has existed since 1857,
and has kept their distinctive art nouveau packaging intact! So good.
Kusmi tea, golden leaves, + an Earles girl
Inside the golden box was also my very favorite brand of tea, (Kusmi!) in a violet flavor
that I reckon would be divine iced, little gilt die-cut leaves and a postcard designed by
Miss Amy Earles with a little lady tumbling out of a hollow tree. She’s tacked up on my
wall now, with many of her sisters, all made by Amy. You’ll meet another one below!
MAMA
Miss Oola was visiting recently, and brought me a stack of wondrous gifts,
including this amazing film Ma-ma, a Soviet-French-Romanian musical film
from 1976 about a family of goats being persecuted by a heavy metal big bad
wolf-man with flowing lavender locks. It’s basically the best movie ever made.
books from kris, lady from amy
Oola also gifted me some books, which look very absorbing – Ashe of Rings by Mary Butts
and Asylum Piece by Anna Kavan. I’d never heard of either, so I’m excited to delve into
unknown waters at her recommendation. Apparently Miss Butts was a student of Aleister
Crowley’s and “about twelve weeks in mid-1921 at Crowley’s Abbey of Thelema in Sicily;
she found the practices there shocking, and came away with a drug habit.”
Oh dear!
Miss Earles also sent me this lovely lady, which you can see in greater detail here and here:
Cellophane over the ocean beds, seashells & glass eggs…
I need to find some nice vintage frames and put her under glass!
kitchen table friend
Another surprise: this rather large spider decided to make her web right over the kitchen table!
It was suspended from cut-out star streamers that I’ve left up since my birthday (ha!) and the entire
things was quite a work of art – spanning three feet high and two feet wide! The bottom anchor
thread went through a loop of ribbon on a little gift box. We managed not to disturb her too much
while going about our daily business, but at one point I forgot, and tossed some keys across the
table. The very irate spider had packed up every thread and vanished to another part of the
kitchen within the hour. Photographing her in such low light wasn’t easy, as you can see from
my blurry attempt. I also spritzed her web with some water to make it show up better. How rude!
Libby + Angel
Yesterday, I woke to find that the postman had left two parcels on my doorstep: one was from
our puppeteer friend Libby’s mama Sue. When all the Mudlarks were roosting in the backyard
and putting on puppetshows, Libby’s folks came down from Kansas to see her performances.
I love meeting my friends parents, and seeing where they came from, and where they got their
features. Sue sent me a lovely letter, and great picture of Libby and I, and a beautiful print of
a Victorian lady having tea with a flock of blackbirds. Sue is also the spokes-model for a brand
of goat-food! If you happen to raise goats, keep an eye out for her on you bag of goat chow!
confiscated
My dear friend Raven was down in Bolivia recently, having joined the circus there…
Years ago, she had brought me a mummified llama fetus back as a gift. It was one of my
most treasured possessions. I named her Galadriel, and loved her enormously until one day
she was stolen from my altar by a very bad someone. Raven had also given one to our
friend Francesca, who framed it in a domed glass frame with dried roses. She was much
chagrined to discover that her mother had tossed it out one day on a cleaning spree.
When I opened the box, and caught a whiff of something slightly rank, my heart soared!
Once again, I would have my very own little llamita! Alas, the box was empty. The two
tiny llamas Raven sent as replacements for the ones Francesca and I had taken from us
had been confiscated by the authorities! Bastards! They were destroyed, alas. I love how
the customs agents referred to them as “dried meat”. I suppose that’s fairly accurate.

(Photo by Christina Cooke)
In Bolivia, you can buy a mummifed llama fetus of your very own at the Witches’ Market.
They are used for house blessings. You burn them as offerings to Pachamama, or Mother
Earth, according to Inca tradition. It’s also traditional to bury them under the doorstep of your
home, and many construction workers will refuse to work on a building unless there is a
“sullus” buried under the front step. Maybe it’s okay to have them on your altar too.
There’s an interesting piece from Monique Mizrahi
on Inside Out, which I excerpted portions from below:
A visit to the Witches’ Market is a must for any curious explorer.
One finds all sorts of combinations of turtles, little frogs and serpents,
which respectively bring health, money and protection from the evil spirits.
These three elements can be found on the figurines of Pacha Mama,
as she is represented with three heads, a turtle on her front, a frog on
her back and a snake around her legs. These make wonderful blessed
gifts to bring home to family and friends. Not only are there Pacha Mama
figurines of all sizes at the Witches’ Market but there are also a wide selection
of dried llama fetuses, known as “sullus.” I had been forewarned about this
practice by my friend from La Paz yet I was taken aback when I saw so many
of them heaped into a pile, staring up at me. The llamas’ legs are tied together
and the smaller fetuses look strikingly like little birds, due to their undeveloped
jawbones resembling beaks. Before a fetus is sold, it is blessed by a witch and
wrapped with some dyed “lana de llama,” a multi-colored llama wool.
The impression I got was that the blessing was contained in the colored
wool and that it was not to be removed.
“Are you a witch?” I asked.
She and her friend laughed and she replied “No, I’m still training to become a witch.”
“Ah, and how do you get these llama fetuses? Are they killed?”
“No,” she said, “llamas often give birth to two babies at the same time,
often one lives and one dies … we don’t kill the babies.”
The answer left me a bit perplexed and to this day I have not discovered
exactly how the fetuses are acquired. Many of the fetuses sold still have their white hair intact
and you can choose the size you like. At New Year’s, special plates are made as offerings,
which include a dried llama fetus and sweets. They are to be buried to ensure a prosperous,
healthy and happy New Year. I bought one but did not bury it and what followed was a stream
of bad luck. Upon returning to Los Angeles, I lost my job, my upcoming photography exhibit
was indefinitely postponed and I nearly got married to Mr. Wrong. So take heed of what the
witches say and beware of their potent magical powers.

Monique Mizrahi

Jadeite Chrysalis Honey

by angeliska on August 4, 2010


(Photo by Paul Beard)
Amazing photos of the privately owned Natural History
Cabinet of Alfred Russel Wallace, 19th Century

(via Morbid Anatomy)
✸ Holy cats, check out The Frantic Expressionist Art of Josef Fenneker,
a new post from my dear Mlle. S. Elizabeth (aka. Ghoul Next Door) she’s
been writing some exemplary blog posts for Coilhouse. I can always count
on her to turn me on to new and inspiring art and music! Cheers, sweet lady!
Oh man, and now I absolutely must see The Tragedy of Belladonna! Amazement.

Femme avec des fleurs by Romaine Brooks
Portraits from a Romanian Women’s Prison
(via Marina Galperina at ANIMAL New York)
✸ I’ve been hearing a lot about China Miéville’s new book,
“Kraken”, from the enthusiastic tweets of writer Maria
Dahvana Headley
and now I’m really itching to read it.
So far, I’ve only read King Rat and Perdido Street Station,
and enjoyed both immensely. The New York Times Book
Review article, Making Squid the Meat of a Story
makes it sound pretty damn tantalizing:
“‘Kraken’ fairly throbs with the fantastical: a squid-worshiping cult,
oppressed magical animals on picket lines, a very bad man who
is actually a tattoo on someone’s back, and a sorcerer who folds
people up like origami and puts them into tiny boxes for easier transport.”

and
“’The book is intended to be kind of a romp,’ Mr. Miéville said.
‘What happens if two apocalypses are scheduled to happen
at the same time? How cosmologically embarrassing!'”

luna moth
(Photo by myriorama, on Flickr)
✸ You can download a new School of Seven Bells song
over at RCRDLBL right now
, and listen to tracks from their
new album. I like them. They are absurdly pretty sisters, an
an also absurdly pretty boy, and they make floaty music
.
This is how they got their name, which makes me like them even more:
“While watching PBS at 3am, Alejandra caught a show about
the School of Seven Bells: a mythical South American pickpocket
academy that may or may not have existed in the ‘80s. The idea of
seven minds working as one appealed to her, as did the phrase’s
cryptic musicality, and a creative spark ignited.”

✸ This article from the literary journal Brick is totally fascinating:
The Lizard, the Catacombs, and the Clock:
The Story of Paris’s Most Secret Underground Society

by Sean Michaels (of killer music blog Said the Gramophone)
There’s a few more bits on the secret catacomb theatre here:
In a secret Paris cavern, the real underground cinema
and here:
Places: The Parisian Catacombs — Paris, France
✸ Also brings to mind this mysterious place:
Margate Shell Grotto – replete with mystical designs, all in glued shells
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(Photo by Working Rex, on Flickr)
The Reclusive Artitst: Joseph Cornell and Fernando Pessoa
from the great art blog Escape Into Life
(via A Journey Around My Skull)
A shocking map of libraries being dismantled across the US – so, so sad.
(via Miss Emma)
✸ I want to live here: In a Crumbling Estate, Creativity and History Meet
(via Odette O.)

(Source unknown, alas – I think it’s a Russian body-artist’s work, perhaps?)
It’s possible I’ve posted this image at some point before, but it’s one of my
favorites. I want this to be my desk. I want to be jade green, cool and mossy.

Magic Windows #16

by angeliska on August 2, 2010

Well, I’m sure it’s a bit cliché by now to be so thoroughly taken in
by an iPhone doo-dad like the Hipstamatic, but I must admit that
I like very much what it does to my everyday surroundings. My
studio has been my haven even more than usual, and I’ve been
slowly making it into more of a harmonious workspace for writing,
drawing, giving tarot readings, and general inspiration. I love this
room so much – and it’s getting even better, as I’m removing things
that aren’t beautiful or useful by the bucket-load, and gettin’ down to
business. Feels good. Finally, so many of the things I’ve been putting
off for months are getting scratched off that eternal, infernal list!
rooster
Reginald the rooster.
feathers
A bevy of peacock feathers from Lone Grove.
tarot table
This is where I do tarot readings. Would you like to make an appointment?
late afternoon
My favorite hour. I require this light. I arrange my day around it.
altar
Little altar.
Genie
Genie, the wild child – made for me by Pandora Gastelum.
fox bag
Fox bag.
garden god
This is who watches over the garden.

Grackle Camp

by angeliska on July 28, 2010

Once again, our garden is overrun with pixies! A month ago, the sevenfold
incarnation of the Black Forest Fancies took up residence in our backyard,
their tent-village springing up like a fairy ring of mushrooms. Grackle Camp
was born, with the sweetest, most hard-working bunch of puppeteers you
ever did meet. We woke up every morning to the sound of laughter in our
kitchen, and found that a flurry of seven (not dwarves, but elves) had cleaned
the dishes, and made a big communal meal. For two weeks, our seven elves
stayed, and not once did we become overwhelmed by them, or wish to have
our house back to ourselves. To the contrary; it felt too quiet without Zibby’s
cackle, or Libby making salsa, or Otter lolling naked in the hammock,
or Jesse sleeping out under the stars in his sleeping bag. Nina Carolina
and Miss Pandora rounded out and led this wolfy pack, and together they
put on a series of amazing performances of The Pomology of Sweetness
and Light. With all of them being here, I think I finally got a sense of what
it might be like to grow up in a big family. It definitely felt like Swiss Family
Robinson Crusoe around here for those two weeks. Dinners under the dark
canopy of sycamores and pecans, red candlelight and vinho verde and
millions of mosquitoes. Half of them have returned for another go, two
new shows, which I really hope you can go see! Here’s all the info:
A new configuration from New Orleans’ own puppet darlings,
risen from the ashes of the Black Forest Fancies – The Mudlark Puppeteers
are back in Austin with two new shows. They will be performing The Six Swans
and The Nightingale at Center Stage Texas
2826 Real St. 78722
Thursday, July 29th and Friday, July 30 at 8:30 pm.
Admission $10 for adults, $5 for students, seniors and children.
MUDLARKS
We are hosting a very special party
on Saturday July 31st at 10pm
The Mudlarks present the
WORLD PREMIERE of
The Story of St Dymphna
Behold the making of the beloved martyr
and patron saint of madhouses, motherless children, and princesses in exile.
Told through rod and shadow puppetry – to a score of very black metal.
WARNING – MATURE CONTENT!
and The Six Swans – from the Brothers Grimm.
A princess braves an incredible trial to free her
brothers from a cruel witch’s curse.
Told in rod and shadow puppetry.
Also featuring the amazing Lex Land, chanteuse extraordinaire
and DJ Lina X spinning into the night for dancing under the trees!
1051 Springdale Rd – admission $6
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(Pandora and Nina, post-bloodwrestling…)
The last two parties we threw for the Fancies were great successes,
with money raised for the Mudlark Theatre in New Orleans, and from
the Fish Fry for the Gulf Coast Fishermen. We threw an underpants
party, with live bloodwrestling, which was quite a hit, as you might imagine.
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And before: as Dolly Parton
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…and J. Lo!
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Sick, as carny-barker presents the bloody spectacle, with Zibby, Frannie and Marrow wrasslin’ to the death!
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Analy and Rachel tipped the pool over with their exertions!
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Our donation bar was generously provided by the awesome folks at Tito’s Vodka,
with applejack cocktails that enabled and inspired much of the wrestling!
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The bartenders did double time at the kissing booth.
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Lovely Monika wielding sparklers in her fanciest underthings.
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The lovingly cradled PBR was merely a prop to display her talent for showcasing.
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Hans Christian Andersen’s story, The Nightingale was brought to life by the Mudlark Puppeteers,
as a fable told through shadow puppetry and marionettes. The Emperor’s palace and garden are
the most magnificent in the world, but of  the many wonders in his vast empire, the nightingale
is best of all. The emperor never leaves his throne, so heavy is he with his own importance,
so he has never heard the beloved voice of the little bird. The nightingale is summoned to the
palace, to please the Emperor, but can nature’s beauty thrive in a gilded cage at court?
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Waiting for Gumbo was hysterical. Beckett’s Godot performed by crawdads, mice and live cockroaches!
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Miss Amelia, radiant and lovely, and wearing only her unmentionables!
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I don’t remember this chicky’s name, but I like her Aeon Flux hair-do.
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Elves, I tell you! Amanda Stone is made of elves, and don’t let nobody tell you different.
See the full set of The Black Forest Fancies Underpants Party photos here!

Ménilmontant

by angeliska on July 26, 2010

Ménilmontant
Quite a while back, I happened across a very special film called Ménilmontant.
I wish I could remember now how I first heard of it – I think I recall someone whose
opinion I respect enormously (perhaps it was Joseph Cornell) refer to it as “the most
beautiful film ever made”. Or maybe I’m making that up. Either way, it is one of the
most beautiful films ever made, and the only film I’ve ever been inspired to attempt
to grab stills from. The process of nabbing screenshots seems to be a giant hassle,
or maybe I’m just doing it wrong! I managed to get these, though – only to forget
about them until I recently came across another collection of stills in one of my
favorite sources for inspiration: one of Livejournal’s very best Film Still Communities,
Nostalgia Party No. 2
– a veritable treasure trove, and the source of the majority of
transfixing images that cycle through when my computer goes idle. Beware, it is
addicting, and you are sure to end up with a fat folder of beautiful images from
films you adore, or have never even heard of. The lady who posted the stills,
Miss Sleep Sleeper, makes lovely collages, and has created some very nice
compilations of summer and morning music that I’ve been enjoying.
I love that she and I captured many of the same moments, and she
managed to get quite a few I didn’t have the patience to try for. Go
take a look at her collection – they’re really wonderful.
The film
itself is such a jewel. It’s silent, but with no intertitles. It’s all nuance
and emotion, presented in the perfect faces of its beautiful stars,
Nadia Sibirskaïa and Guy Belmont. Miss Sibirskaïa is one of the
loveliest and most mysterious of silent film actresses. Her face
is a wonder. The director, Dimitri Kirsanoff, married her – and
perhaps it was he that encouraged her change of identity, as
she had been born Jeanne Brunet in Redon in 1901. I haven’t
been able to discover anything much about her, unfortunately.
The only thing I can figure is that the French bohemians were
Russophiles in the 1920’s, just as the Russian aristocracy were
Francophiles in the 1700’s. Funny how things reverse themselves!
I won’t go into any spoilers regarding the plot,
but there’s a great breakdown here, if you like.
Ménilmontant
Miss Gala Darling mistook this picture for our dear Mlle. Meredith Yayanos at first,
and I can definitely see it, though Sibirskaïa also makes me think of Miss Violetta
at times, and in the scenes where she’s playing her child-self, with her long curls down –
she reminds me so much of Pandora. Yes, many of my favorite people have a marked
resemblance to silent film stars! Giant eyes, bowed lips and extraordinary features.
Ménilmontant
Back in October, I was very lucky to catch a rare concert from Miss Hope Sandoval,
(formerly of Mazzy Star) with my darling Chadling (Mon Petit Fantome!) we held hands
and shivered with joy, listening to her gorgeous voice and her tiny frame half obscured by
mysterious projections. Imagine my delight, when at one point I glimpsed Nadia’s face up there!
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What a fox. He’s so handsome here, but kind of odd looking later, without his hat.
At this angle, I am reminded so much of the cover of a David Bowie record I used to have –
the single for “John, I’m Only Dancing”.
Can you see it too? I wish men still looked like that.
Ménilmontant
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Ménilmontant
Ménilmontant
Mlle. Verhext went to Paris recently, and has been enchanting me
with her marvelous recountings of Parisian adventures (and amazing
parcels filled with fancy French treasure, mon dieu!) Go see, and see
if you get filled with an intense longing to go back to France – I know
I did! – Paris Walk No. 3: Left Bank and more…
Seul le Cinema – Films I Love #4: Ménilmontant
House of Mirth and Movies – Underrated Screen Beauties; Nadia Sibirskaïa
Oh, and – the film’s name comes from its setting – a neighbourhood of Paris,
situated in the city’s 20th arrondissement. It is affectionately known as “Ménilmuche”!
The name is said to derive from Mesnil Mautemps, meaning “bad weather house”.


The entire film is on YouTube, but I suggest renting it, if you can find it.

Charles Trenet, singing “Ménilmontant”