“Cookie looked like Janis Joplin-meets-Jayne Mansfield, a redneck hippie with a little bit of glamour drag thrown in. She never led a safe life, unsafe was her middle name. She lived on the edge, always.” John Waters on Cookie Mueller
“Cookie Mueller was a punk when it still meant someone who was raped in prison.” John Waters on Cookie Mueller
Died on this day 33 years ago: definitive Baltimore bad girl Cookie Mueller (2 March 1949 – 10 November 1989). The smoky-eyed and vivacious underground actress (most famously in the cinema of John Waters), go-go dancer, advice columnist, art critic, drug dealer, New York scene-maker, eyeliner role model and authoress of autobiographical volumes like Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black and Garden of Ash died of AIDS-related complications aged just 40. Portrait of Mueller by Kate Simon.
The town of Fairmount, Indiana, which we often drive through on our way to visit the kids, always has had a fair amount of signage touting its James Dean connection ...
This new sign - the most conspicuous one yet - looms over the north entrance to Dean's hometown. The movie actor spent his early years on a farm here and is buried in an assuming little cemetery on the edge of town.
Dean made three movies in his brief acting career: “Rebel Without a Cause” (1955); “East of Eden” (1955); and “Giant” (1956). I saw “Rebel’ when I was 12 or so and it was the first movie that grabbed me.
Dean died in 1955 at the age of 24 when he crashed his Porsche on a California highway. His early death, along with legendary coolness, made Dean a cult figure. Fans still leave bottles of whiskey, cigarettes, notes and various mementoes at his grave.
On 23 September 2022, German film diva Romy Schneider could have celebrated her 84th birthday.
On the morning of 29 May 1982 upon the discovery of Romy Schneider's death (aged forty-three) by her companion in their Parisian apartment, the police found a letter on her desk, with a long stroke of ink suggesting that she had collapsed from heart failure while writing, but also red wine and pills, which could suggest that she had, voluntarily or not, overdosed. Yet, public prosecutor Laurent Davenas closed the case and Schneider's body was not autopsied for he did not want `to destroy the myth' as he later explained. `Sissi was not supposed to embark on her last voyage to the Forensic Institute in Paris. I could not bring myself [...] to turn her into a carcass' .
The corpus of German film diva Romy Schneider's films consists of complete filmography, that is sixty-three films released from 1953 to 1982. Schneider was, however, propelled into stardom with the role of Empress Elisabeth of Austria — also known as Sissi — in the Sissi trilogy (Ernst Marischka, 1955, 1956, 1957), the popularity of which firmly and lastingly established her star image.
Romy Schneider was a flashy example of an unhappy woman and a brilliant actress. Michel Piccoli, a French actor and her partner in several films, once said about her: “This is an actress, peeling off her skin”. She played on the verge of a nervous breakdown, sacrificed herself for each role. Her personal life was somewhere behind, not keeping up with a woman who spoiled her health with everything she could, as if knowing that for a long time it would not last. She lived roles. There, on the screen, she felt more needed, more important, more loved.
Schneider’s image on screen and her characters within her films construct different ideologies of womanhood at particular historical moments. She was indeed a tragic screen goddess and stayed 'untouchable' woman in a real life. Her film roles during this last phase were increasingly perceived as echoing her personal life, at the time and ever since.
Today, Schneider continues to be one of the most popular stars in the history of European cinema and she is still widely celebrated by fans, cinephiles and members of the film industry alike.
sources: www.dw.com, Marion Hallet: Romy Schneider: A Star Across Europe
"I've made a routine of coming down to the bay to come visit my dear friend. Fish is plentiful here and the angler seems to charm the crayfish with the innards of our bounty, truly a master of the trade, to add, even a storyteller. Keeps me company with tall tales of how he once came from the sea itself until he himself fought with a fellow giller.
"Put up a good fight, he did! Torn me face, me gullet in two! Damn harpy gave me an offer I couldn't refuse! The plunders of flesh that last forever, scavenger no more, he taught me to be a hunter! Taught me everything, ye see? I was swimming in everlasting bounty!"
Hard to say if I believe him however, I wouldn't have believed I if I told the shepherd what I've become. He's generous to feed many mouths, and I cannot thank him enough when he spares a bit of fish for just a measly few coins for the tougher winter days. I almost feel as though...we somewhat understand each other, as farmer and fisher."
[this is kind of a messy ramble, sorry about that]
Demon Twins AU, except Danny is loyal to the League.
The League of Assassins is a “cult” for a reason. They know what they’re doing. Ra’s has been around for a very long time; he’s seen every trick in the book and then some.
So when his daughter Talia gave him two, near-identical twin grandsons, he had already planned out their lives by the time the sun had set on their first day living. He knew the plans weren’t perfect. Nothing ever went exactly how he wanted it to. But that was the joy of being absolutely fucking ancient. Ra’s adapted better than anyone. If something went wrong, Ra’s will simply work around the issue and live to see another day.
So the boys were raised as he wished. Ruthless, with sharp blades and even sharper wit. They matched each other in every way, blow for blow. Neither won more than the other, and Ra’s encouraged the competition between the twins. Eventually, the battle for title of Heir came, and Damian won that particular match.
Danny was fine with this. Thrilled, even, for his brother to earn the title of Heir. The boys were very close, and worked well to take down targets twice their size. Ra’s approved this, and granted Danny title of Shadow. He was to be Damian’s eternal shadow, a guard. Both Talia and the boys were pleased with this.
But then came the time for the boys to learn how to live without each other. They’d gotten too used to someone guarding their back. Too complacent and too confident in their roles. Ra’s knew it would happen, and so sent Danny off at a very young age to live with some sleeper agents in America.
The Fentons.
Damian would stay here, with Talia, to learn how to be the perfect Heir. He needed to learn how to fight without the assistance of his brother.
Danny would go to Amity Park, and be fostered by the Fentons. He needed to put his skills to practical use and learn how to live without constant orders.
This was their Test.
Damian did quite well, for a while. Until Talia sent him off to his birth father, The Bat. Reports on his behavior declined in quality after that, and Ra’s couldn’t help but feel dissatisfaction with how the Heir had been corrupted.
Danny’s reports were always immaculate, however. His mask never slipped, and he’d worked himself into the hearts of the townspeople. The sleeper agents, Jack and Maddie, had a daughter who was quite enthusiastic about the properties of the mind, and accept Ra’s instructions to teach Danny with ease. It was the ideal situation.
In Ra’s eyes, Danny was thriving. Damian was not.
And then Ra’s died. The League was in shambles. Damian was at peace with his family, away from the cult he grew up in. He assumed Danny had defected years ago, since their mother stopped giving him reports about his twin.
Then Danny showed up at the Wayne’s doorstep, decked out in full League attire, angry and hostile.
“Tell me, dear brother,” he spat. “Why did you not inform me that Grandfather had died? I had to find out through his spirit when it came to visit from the afterlife!”