Okay, well now
I'm going to have to go back to New York City for sure. From November 2009 through April 2010, MoMA will have a retrospective of Tim Burton's career. In addition to screening all his films:
"Included are little-known drawings, paintings, and sculptures created in the spirit of contemporary Pop Surrealism, as well as work generated during the conception and production of his films, such as original “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and “The Corpse Bride” puppets; “Edward Scissorhands,” “Batman Returns,” and “Sleepy Hollow costumes;” and even severed-head props from “Mars Attacks!” Also featured are the first public display of his student art and earliest nonprofessional films; examples of his work for the flash animation internet series “The World of Stainboy” (2000); a selection of the artist’s oversized Polaroid prints; graphic art and texts for non-film projects, like “The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories” (1997) and “Tim Burton’s Tragic Toys for Girls and Boys” (2003) collectible figure series; and art from a number of early unrealized projects. Additionally, a selection of international posters from Burton’s films will be on display in the theater lobby galleries." (The complete article is here at IndieWire)
In terms of American filmmakers, he is hands down my favorite. And how fitting (for me, anyway) that he's at MoMA, since that's where I was working when I saw his first four films. Wow, I was there a long time; from when I was 24 to 33. (I don't miss it at all but what an amazing era in my life that was, gang.) These days, I probably can't even afford the admission fee to MoMA!
Anyway. I'm going to try to get back to NYC for that. But I'm still trying to get to Chicago for a few days (with Mark Pritchard -- well, we keep talking about doing that, anyway -- we're going to go to museums, or maybe just hang out in a hotel. hmmm.). And of course Paris, then back to L.A. again...
Sold "Baby, It's Cold Outside" to Maxim J. today for his upcoming Best Erotica antho for 2009, which totally shocked me. In a good way, obviously. I have such mixed feelings about that story, but I won't find fault with you if you decide to like it, or anything.
(And yes, I do name my stories after Dean Martin songs! Why wouldn't I? I am so freakin' corny. I love Dean Martin -- always have, always will. Ever since I was a little girl. And he's an Ohio boy, as well -- so are Paul Newman, Jonathan Winters, Paul Lynde, Doris Day (not a boy, though; I realize that), and of course everyone's favorite serial killers, Charles Manson and Jeffery Dahmer (the latter was not born here, but grew up here), as did Bob Hope (sorry, shouldn't have put him in with the serial killers). I also named an entire anthology after the song "That's Amore!" in 2004, much to the chagrin of my publisher -- he kept trying to get me to change the title, but I stubbornly refused. I don't know, I'm weird that way. I really seriously wanted a picture of martinis on the cover but they gave me a daisy instead. A daisy. I was flabbergasted. I guess they would have given me martinis if I would have been willing to change the title... Maybe if I'd changed it to "Please Don't Eat the Daisies" they would have given me martinis; such is publishing. Oh well, onward.)
"Included are little-known drawings, paintings, and sculptures created in the spirit of contemporary Pop Surrealism, as well as work generated during the conception and production of his films, such as original “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and “The Corpse Bride” puppets; “Edward Scissorhands,” “Batman Returns,” and “Sleepy Hollow costumes;” and even severed-head props from “Mars Attacks!” Also featured are the first public display of his student art and earliest nonprofessional films; examples of his work for the flash animation internet series “The World of Stainboy” (2000); a selection of the artist’s oversized Polaroid prints; graphic art and texts for non-film projects, like “The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories” (1997) and “Tim Burton’s Tragic Toys for Girls and Boys” (2003) collectible figure series; and art from a number of early unrealized projects. Additionally, a selection of international posters from Burton’s films will be on display in the theater lobby galleries." (The complete article is here at IndieWire)
In terms of American filmmakers, he is hands down my favorite. And how fitting (for me, anyway) that he's at MoMA, since that's where I was working when I saw his first four films. Wow, I was there a long time; from when I was 24 to 33. (I don't miss it at all but what an amazing era in my life that was, gang.) These days, I probably can't even afford the admission fee to MoMA!
Anyway. I'm going to try to get back to NYC for that. But I'm still trying to get to Chicago for a few days (with Mark Pritchard -- well, we keep talking about doing that, anyway -- we're going to go to museums, or maybe just hang out in a hotel. hmmm.). And of course Paris, then back to L.A. again...
Sold "Baby, It's Cold Outside" to Maxim J. today for his upcoming Best Erotica antho for 2009, which totally shocked me. In a good way, obviously. I have such mixed feelings about that story, but I won't find fault with you if you decide to like it, or anything.
(And yes, I do name my stories after Dean Martin songs! Why wouldn't I? I am so freakin' corny. I love Dean Martin -- always have, always will. Ever since I was a little girl. And he's an Ohio boy, as well -- so are Paul Newman, Jonathan Winters, Paul Lynde, Doris Day (not a boy, though; I realize that), and of course everyone's favorite serial killers, Charles Manson and Jeffery Dahmer (the latter was not born here, but grew up here), as did Bob Hope (sorry, shouldn't have put him in with the serial killers). I also named an entire anthology after the song "That's Amore!" in 2004, much to the chagrin of my publisher -- he kept trying to get me to change the title, but I stubbornly refused. I don't know, I'm weird that way. I really seriously wanted a picture of martinis on the cover but they gave me a daisy instead. A daisy. I was flabbergasted. I guess they would have given me martinis if I would have been willing to change the title... Maybe if I'd changed it to "Please Don't Eat the Daisies" they would have given me martinis; such is publishing. Oh well, onward.)
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