As we got to the Convention Center yesterday to shoot the second half of the show, we walked into the Cartier Dôme in the Botanical Garden to check out some bling and pop 4pm champagne (tic toc tic toc).
This year, the geodesic dome hosts ‘Diamonds, Gold and Dreams,’ a dazzling 7-minute projection created by David Lynch around the theme of floating diamond – in his words ‘a kozmik diamond show.’
We stated that this is the closest you will get to a free acid trip during Art Basel.
Our movie guru and Splendora mate Heidi Atwal literally dictactes my theater attendance every weekend, and she’s left me speechless with her review of the new Woody Allen movie, Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona, today on ArtistDirect. As per her article, “it’s sexy, yes, but there isn’t a lot of sex in the film, quite honestly. It excels as Allen’s best films do, as a study of relationships in all their awkward and honest glory. The movie is wont to fumble at times; it doesn’t satisfyingly flesh out the Bardem-Johansson-Cruz situation, wrapping up this story thread with some clumsiness. Luckily the film is compact, unfolding with the economic grace of a novella. It’s more thoughtful and intelligent than a frivolous beach read, but still a lighthearted summer romp.”
No steamy sex scene? Anyhow, I’m obsessed with this luscious pic of Scarlett and always psyched to see a filmmaker step outside of his comfort zone. Here goes my Sunday afternoon!
Existing on a plateau of his own creation, few American writers in the 20th Century have had such a profound, yet underrated, quiet impact on modern literature and journalism as Hunter S. Thompson.
Not a review, I’ll see the film myself this weekend… just a quick tip-of-the-hat to one of the most intriguing, intelligent, versatile writers I’ve had the pleasure of absorbing over the years. Politics, pop-culture, sports, music, absurd fantastical musings. Truly one-of-kind.
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