Behold! My plans.

Tonight: Dances of Vice “Enchanted Menagerie” at Desire: A Masquerade, hosted by Capitale

Saturday: The Bubble Battle in Times Square and after party in Brooklyn

Sunday: The Doctor Who New York Series 5 Finale Party1

...and somewhere in there I'm hoping to see Toy Story 3 in IMAX ( Read more... )

Tomorrow Friday night (March 19) is the Dances of Vice Wonderland in Spring Ball, and it's going to be a little tricky for me since I'm on the night shift this week, which means I'll be going to Galapagos Art Space straight from work, at midnight. Obviously, my usual routine of going home to change from day-wear to glad rags is not practical; ( Read more... )

From the New York Times, “In Polanski Case, ’70s Culture Collides With Today”:
At the end of “Manhattan,” the celebrated movie romance from 1979, a teenager played by Mariel Hemingway delivers some good news to the 42-year-old television writer, portrayed by Woody Allen, with whom she has had a long-running sexual affair ( Read more... )

Pictures under the cuts!

( From left to right: Kyle, Voon, Heidi, Matt, me. Taken at the Jazz Age Lawn Party, Sunday, October 4, 2009. )

• Ah, Friday night at the Film Forum for two helpings of Brit Noir.
  
  Did William Hartnell ever play a wholly sympathetic character? (As much as I love the First Doctor, he is not a particularly nice person.) If he did, it wasn’t in Hell Drivers (1957), in which he and Patrick McGoohan conspire against ex-con Stanley Baker (seeking redemption for the ( Read more... )

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• Have now seen the Star Trek reboot three times; still impressed. Yes, the Planet of Icy Coincidence is a bit much; on the other hand, Simon Pegg!!!
  
  
• Alas, Dances of Vice is on hiatus until autumn. The last event, “Les Secrets du Boudoir” was surprisingly low-key, but I had fun (and finally had an excuse to wear that silk nightie Aunt Mary-Lynn gave ( Read more... )

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Spring came this weekend, and things were busting out all over.

Friday night was the finale of Battlestar Galactica, in which four years of death and horror ended in reconciliation, peace, and hope. Although I have reservations (technophobia and the Chariots of the Gods thing: two of my pet peeves) I was able to set them aside while I was ( Read more... )

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