Uno de los mejores besos de cine

An affaire to remember (Leo McCarey, 1957)

Al cajón

Entrevista a Isabella Rossellini en la Esquire de verano 2013

La primera vez que en la peluquería me LEO una revista de pe a pa

las hermanas Bronte

 Charlotte Bronte, 1816-1855.
The Love Letters of Charlotte Bronte to Constantin Heger. London: Printed for Private Circulation Only, 1914.

This collection of Charlotte Bronte's letters is an unauthorized piracy which Wise published in an edition of thirty copies.

  

Making memories

"Mira", le digo a mi santo, "mirame, mira esta escena" le digo mientras abrazo
 y doy besos a mi hijo recién nacido, " lo ves? Te has quedado con ello??pues cuando el niño tenga 17, 24, 42 años, me acordare de estos momentos y de cuando le podía coger así"
(Y mi santo: " cuando tenga 42 años a lo mejor tu ya no puedes recordar nada")

Vale.


Cuando mi hija de dos años y medio me abraza mientras le pongo el pijama después del baño en mi dormitorio, suelo  mirar de reojillo nuestro reflejo en el espejo del armario.


Les cojo, les abrazo y les doy besos, y lo estoy haciendo y ya lo estoy echando de menos.

la familia Addams en color

Fuente: http://m.curbed.com/archives/2013/11/07/these-photos-of-the-addams-family-set-look-awfully-cheery.php

Jonathan Rosembaud Sobre Playtime de Jacques TAti.

http://www.jonathanrosenbaum.net/2013/11/lines-and-circles-tk/

Originally posted online in Moving Image Source, December 3, 2010. — J.R.

 Interesantísima ésta web

"When they meet by chance again a couple of years later, at a screening of Nikita Mikhalkov’s Urga, they’re both living in Ferrara, and they come much closer to having sex. She lets him into her apartment; but when he tries to kiss her she pulls away, and he leaves. Lingering outside, he looks back at her flat, returns, and she lets him in again. There’s a cut to them both nearly undressed on her bed exchanging shy caresses; he moves his hand over her entire body without touching it, then does the same thing with his lips — a scene that paradoxically makes one more acutely aware of the warmth of both their bodies than any conventional coupling would. Finally he pulls away from her, dresses, and leaves. She looks out her bathroom window at him as he walks away, and he looks back. Malkovich says, “He went on being in love with that girl whom he never possessed. Either out of stupid pride, or from folly. That quiet folly of his city.”

(http://www.jonathanrosenbaum.net/2013/10/return-to-beauty/)

A veces, es mejor cómo te lo cuentan, que verlo.