Raintree County

Directed by Edward Dmytryk, 1957

Based on the novel by Ross Lockridge Jr.

A mentally unstable Southern belle (Oscar-nominated Taylor) captures the heart of Montgomery Clift’s abolitionist Northerner [student] in this underrated Civil War epic. Their relationship is complicated by her troubled past and the onset of the Civil War. After Drake deceives John into marriage and admits that she never was pregnant, the two move to her New Orleans household, where he discovers that mental illness runs in her family. He lvoes he so much that he goes to war just to find her and bring her home. Unfortunately, she suffers another illusion which costs her her life. Ironically, chasing after the mythical 'Rain Tree' in an attempt to return her husband's love and dedication to her. They both have everything they want.Alas, she is plagued by something inflicted upon her during childhood: a feeling of guilt for the murder of her father. But she was not responsible. And all the while John's childhood love continues to carry the flame knowing that one day he will be hers.

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Montgomery Clift - John Wickliff Shawnessy

Elizabeth Taylor - Susanna Drake Shawnessy

Eva Marie Saint - Nell Gaither
Nigel Patrick - Professor Jerusalem
Webster Stiles Lee Marvin - Orville 'Flash' Perkins
Rod Taylor - Garwood B. Jones
Agnes Moorehead - Ellen Shawnessy

 

The V.I.P.s

Directed by Anthony Asquith, 1963

Written by Terence Rattigan

Fog delays a group of travelers headed for New York. They wait at the V.I.P. lounge of London Airport, each at a moment of crisis in his or her life.

Elizabeth Taylor - Frances Andros

Richard Burton - Paul Andros

Louis Jourdan - Marc Champselle

Elsa Martinelli - Gloria Gritti

Margaret Rutherford - The Duchess of Brighton

Maggie Smith - Miss Mead

Rod Taylor - Les Mangrum

Orson Welles - Max Buda

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Richard Burton and Liz Taylor met on the set of Cleopatra in 1962

Chinese Black

The Neon Judgement, 1987

Mario Testino - UK Vogue, March 2013

hurt me now for I'm leaving

turn my love into hate

I'll shake off every sizzle

every promise I made

all my colours I've lost in your eyes

chinese black save the light of this morning

the sunrise, black, chinese black

hear the name that i'm calling

black,black, chinese black

chinese black won't you help me

tie a chain 'round my neck

I'll check in every corner

for I'm not coming back all my colours...

Fei Fei Sun photographed by Hedi Slimane for Vogue China, February 2012

 

 Orient Excess by Mario Testino for UK Vogue March 2013

Patrick Demarchelier Pirelli Calendar 2008 Pearls of the Orient

not again!

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” - Jim Morrison.

Dark Angel

'Synapse' by Linea Aspera

From the album 'Linea Aspera', released on Dark Entries Records.

dark sadness by LonelyPierot

A single moment was enough to create this:

A retinal distraction when a scatter of light

Hits and forms an image.

Perfection is the harshest term.

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me, it hurts.

The neurons have fired:

A torrential surge through the optic nerve...

I can't find the words.

The warmth of a body in an empty bed...

When only the scent is left, only dissent is left.

It's too late for rational sense, the neurons have fired.

A single moment was enough to create this:

A retinal distraction when a scatter of light

Hits and forms an image.

Perfection is the harshest term.

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me,

It hurts.

"sad people are sexy and brilliant. happiness Is for dogs." - Clair le Noir.

dark beauty by PleasantBullet

Eric Flemming

chagrin

 noun

cha·​grin | \shə-ˈgrin  \

Definition of chagrin (Entry 1 of 2)

: disquietude or distress of mind caused by humiliation, disappointment, or failure

chagrin

 verb

cha·​grin | \shə-ˈgrin  \

chagrined\ -​ˈgrind  \; chagrining\ -​ˈgri-​niŋ  \

Definition of chagrin (Entry 2 of 2)

transitive verb

: to vex or unsettle by disappointing or humiliating he was chagrined to learn that his help was not needed

www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/chagrin

The Mansion of Madness

Directed by Juan López Moctezuma, Mexico, 1973

A mysterious man is sent deep into the forest to investigate the bizarre behavior of the notorious Dr. Tarr. What he stumbles upon is the doctor's torture dungeon, a hellish asylum completely cut off from civilization and presided over by the ultimate madman. Innocent people have been savagely chained, tortured and stuck in glass cages, then forced to take part in gruesome games of ritual slaughter.

Loosely based on The System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Feather, a novel by Edgar Allan Poe.

Night Watch

Directed by Brian G. Hutton, 1973

Based on a play by Lucille Fletcher.

Ellen Wheeler, a rich woman, is recovering from a nervous breakdown with the help of her husband and a good friend. One day, while staring out the window, she witnesses a murder. But does anybody believe her?

~ Watch NIGHT WATCH (1973) ~

Sergeant Norris: [after digging in the garden] It seems this is as far as we can go sir. There's nothing here.
Appleby: [to Inspector Walker] Well, what did you expect to find down there, Sherlock Holmes? A wax dummy covered with tomato ketchup? An earthworm with a revolver? I told you, last night me being there was pure curiosity. If I came to you and told you that I was looking for a dead body in that old house, wouldn't you come to have a look?
Inspector Walker: You could have at least told us last night the reason for your curiosity. You had no business being in that house. However, under the circumstances, we are prepared to drop the trespassing charges against you.
Appleby: [sarcastic] How kind!
Sergeant Norris: We'll have a go and re-plant these trees if you'd like.
Appleby: You don't re-plant the dead Sergeant, you bury them! Now, get these dead plants out of my garden!

Ellen Wheeler: [into the phone] Inspector Walker? Why didn't you come? Yes... I know. I have something to tell... Yes... I'm leaving in a few minutes. Inspector... there are two dead bodies in that old building. A man and a woman sitting side by side with their throats... cut. Yes, I know... but you must believe me this time. Won't you inspect that house just once more? Well... then send someone else over...
[Ellen gasps as a loud click is heard and then a dial tone. She hangs up the phone]
Ellen Wheeler: [breaking character; sinister tone] Heh, I always thought you would say that.
[Appleby enters applauding]
Appleby: Bravo. Bravo! Superb! Superb performance. Well... that's it then. Your plan complete in every last detail. Pity you also had to include my Burhams.
Ellen Wheeler: Sorry about that.

Appleby:How nicely you've done the house. Did you know this was three rooms when I was a child? Beautiful, quite beautiful. I do love Indian art. Erotic, violent... your inspiration for this whole scheme, I assume. So charming. Oh... will you be away long?
Ellen Wheeler: At the moment, that seems to depend on... you Mr. Appleby.
Appleby: Oh, Mrs. Wheeler... Inspector Walker wouldn't believe me either. But I do admire you. How many 'abandoned wives,' or cuckholds for that matter, would have had your courage to pull off what you did? I myself, did nothing.
Ellen Wheeler: It's a great favour to ask you, but since you are so fond of this house...
Appleby: Yes?
Ellen Wheeler: Would it be possible for you to take care of it while I'm away?
Appleby: [flattered] Well... I don't know what to say.
Ellen Wheeler: The garden too of course. Here are the keys.
Appleby:  [takes the keys] It will be a pleasure. I'll see that nothing is disturbed.
Ellen Wheeler: Thank you, Mr. Appleby.
Appleby: No... thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.

Synopsis

www.imdb.com/title/tt0070444/plotsummary?ref_=tt_ov_pl