Received
several emugs from people asking me what i though of the remake of The Great
Gatsby starring Leo DiCaprio. Mr.
DiCaprio before he became a matinee idol was my teenage neighbour in the Los
Feliz Village section of Los Angeles over 20 years ago. Also living in this neighbourhood was
writer Dennis Cooper and punk/metal star Glenn Danzig who owned a spooky
looking house on Franklin Avenue between Hillhurst and Vermont. Little Leo as I use to call him back then would be one
of the skateboarding teens hanging out on Vermont at the old Amok Bookstore
where Mrs. Michael Glass held court.
Next door was the Beastie Boys and Kim Gordon boutiques. The director Spike Jonze who is the heir to
the Spiegel Catalogue fortune also spent
a lot of time in the area with his then hunky boyfriend who was an aspiring
singer/songwriter. Yes you heard it
here Spike Jonze before he married
Sophia Coppolla was a trendy queer boy on the scene going to underground
parties like Fuck,SissyClub USA, Sin-a-matic, Sit n Spin,Trade and Hai Karate. But getting back to my thoughts on The Great
Gatsby. I was surprised that I actually
liked the first hour of the film. Toby
McGuire made a good Nick Carraway, and was definitely better then Sam Waterston
who played the role in the 1974 Paramount film starring Mia Farrow and Robert
Redford. Leo was certainly better then
Redford and now that Mr. DiCaprio is in early middle age he is much handsomer
then when he was a pretty youth. His age
lines give him texture. Mia Farrow was
a much better Daisy Buchanan then the
blondine actress who plays her in this version whose name I can’t recall . .
.oh and Bruce Dern as Tom Buchanan still can’t be beat as well as Karen Black
in the role of the doomed Myrtle. I hate
modern day 3-D movies-they turn every flick into a cheese corn
animated film.
As a movie buff I am
embarrassed to admit that I have never seen the silent film version of Gatsby
or the 1949 Paramount remake starring Alan Ladd with Shelly Winters as Myrtle.
Had a
nice interview at the Cheese Endique Trifecta with a sweet young American writer
and artist Ali Fitzgerald for a US arts publication.
She also wants to do a graphic novel presentation with me for Bitch Magazine. The next morning I had a power photo shoot
with a German based arts and culture magazine called Manipulate, Monogomy or something with
an M. The stylist was only able to find caftans and dashikis for me to wear and
the gay overblown hair queen make-up artist was a bit clueless with his plucked eyebrows so I had to just
tell him to do me simple glamour. His first attempt I wound up looking like one
of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.
Been
feeling a little under the weather but was cheered up by being invited to breakfast by a handsome visiting
curator who shall remain un-named as he doesn't want anyone stealing his ideas for an upcoming project. Floating on a cloud on my way back home I saw a sight that you can only see in Berlin,
namely a German new age looking man the
kind that you would see leading a drum circle walking a rangy mutt of a medium
sized dog with dreadlocks. I kid you
not.
Was
thinking about the LA Creole Mafia the other day. I started to wonder what ever
happened to Michael Duet? Michael was a blue eyed blondine haired Creole boy
who I went to school with from elementary to high school. Michael’s family and my Creole mother’s clan
The Duplantier’s are related. I think
all of the Louisiana Creole’s who moved to Southern California during the great
migration are all related in some way. The Duet Family all looked very white
with decidedly caucasion features, and hair you could run a fine tooth comb through. What
gave them away is when they opened their mouth and nothing but the ghetto came
clanging out, sort of like Beyonce Knowles. Michael Duet was born
hunky and got more manly as he got older.
We were never friends growing up, but were friendly with each
other. He was a smart boy but choose to
act like he was dumb, and by middle school he was a complete stoner, so
although I found him quite attractive I never liked hanging around people who
smoked weed. Another Creole family of note was the Guinvere’s. Roger Guinvere
Smith became a somewhat well known character actor with a feature role on the
HBO series OZ. Roger also hung out a bit
in the punk and underground LA scene and was pals with Lawrence Fishbourne when
he use to be the doorguy at Contemporary Artist Space in Hollywood, which was a
tiny art space on North Cahuenga in Hollywood in the early 1980s run by Janet
Cunningham who was a white Louisiana transplant who later became a casting
agent for punk rockers and other weird bohemian types in TV and movies. Janet cast all the punkers in the famous
Quincy TV episode starring Jack Klugman.
The Aubrey’s were the most famous LA Creole family with all its members
being either journalists or city politicians.
Erin Aubrey was one of my wonderful colleages at the LA Weekly and
received a lot of attention for a cover story she wrote about the politics of
having a voluptuous rear end.