Showing posts with label our so-called life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our so-called life. Show all posts

Monday, April 1, 2013

it's time to drink champagne and dance on the table

We did a little prep work for the upcoming festivities this weekend. Can you guess the theme? 



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

redrum

Sometimes you just need a little inspiration. And sometimes that inspiration happens by accident. Today I went to the hotel rumored to have inspired Stephen King's novel The Shining which in turn inspired Stanley Kubrick's film by the same name. 

Enter The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado.

The story goes that King was looking for a change of location to write his next novel so he opened up an atlas and the next thing he knew he was living with his wife Tabitha in Boulder, Colorado. At the end of tourist season the King's found themselves the only guests of the hotel. They were served dinner in the dining room. Alone. Creepy? A little. Kick ass inspiration/setting for a psychological horror story? Absolutely.

Although the film wasn't actually shot here on location I could see The Shining all over this place.






Monday, December 26, 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011

aniseh is a poser

Our friend Hilde (who also went with us to USC and now lives in Norway) came back for a visit. So the natural thing to do was throw a party in her honor. Here are a few select shots (mostly just showing how awkward Aniseh gets when a camera is pointed on her). Enjoy!

Sorry Aniseh. You're welcome everybody else.






Sunday, December 11, 2011

wright stuff iii


Last night we went to a triple billing at the New Beverly Cinema. It was programmed by Edgar Wright (Director of such films as Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead). He showed us three movies he'd never seen before and brought along his friends Greg Mottola (Director of Superbad) and Robert B. Weide (Producer for Curb Your Enthusiasm) for a little Q & A.  We got to see Steamboat Bill Jr. (with Buster Keaton), Modern Times (with Charlie Chaplin) and The Bank Dick (with W.C. Fields). 

I'm a little ashamed to say I'd never seen a full film with any of these comedy greats, but in a little over 5 hours I was able to check off three from my list. Modern Times was by far my favorite. I totally get the fuss about Charlie Chaplin now. His physical comedy -- bad ass. Seinfeld's Kramer has nothing on Chaplin.