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En Casilla Tumatae & Pauline Kael
Saturday, August 15, 2015



My mother was born in Manila so I have some smattering of Tagalog.

En casilla tumatae (variant in casillas tumatae) is how some Filipinos say in Tagalog, “donde el rey va solo”(where the king goes alone). In short tagalog borrows a Spanish word for little house, casilla , and tumatae means to poop. In our guest bathroom, one of the few bathrooms in our house where the toilet works I  have five books.

1. Recollections of Great Gardeners – Graham Stuart Thomas
2. The World’s Worst Aircraft – From Pioneering Failures to Multimillion Dollar Disasters by Jim Winchester.
3. Dogfight – Air Combat Adversaries – Head to Head – Robert Jackson & Jim Winchester.
4. A Guide for the Curious Film Lover – The New York Times – The Best DVDs You’ve Never Seen, Just Missed or Almost Forgotten. Edited by Peter M. Nichols with Introduction by A.O. Scott 5. Pauline Kael 5001 Nights at the Movies – A Guide from A to Z

When I sit I like to leaf through the above.  Last night I randomly opened by dog-eared Pauline Kael.  It opened on page 506. This is what I found:

Ruggles of Red Gap US (1935): Comedy 92 min, No rating, Black & White, Available on videocassette and laserdisc Charles Laughton starred in this justly honored version of the venerable comedy by Harry Leon Wilson. (There were two earlier versions--one in 1918, and one in 1923 with Edward Everett Horton--and a later version in 1950, called FANCY PANTS, with Bob Hope.) The Laughton film, directed in a calm, restrained style by Leo McCarey, is just about irresistible, even with its big scene--Laughton, an English valet in the Old West, reciting the Gettysburg Address in a saloon, as the camera pans across the awed faces of the cowhands. It's a bit much, but it works like magic. The cast could hardly be better: Roland Young is the Englishman who loses the valet in a poker game, Mary Boland and Charlie Ruggles are the rich American couple who win him, and ZaSu Pitts is the widow the valet courts. With Maude Eburne, Lucien Littlefield, Willie Fung, Libby Taylor, and Leila Hyams. Paramount.


As soon as I was finished I went to my computer and looked the film up in Limelight Video. They had a copy in VHS (my machine has been operational and installed for some time now).

Today Saturday I fetched Ruggles of Red Gap and my Rosemary, daughter Lauren and my granddaughter Lauren, 13, laughed through all of it.

I explained all the above to Lauren including the reference to Tagalog. I also added that as a little boy my mother often talked about Zasu Pitts. When she did I always laughed.

My friend Mark Budgen (a very serious man) a few years ago gave me the statistics on how many books one can read in a lifetime. He mentioned that with the fewer years we had left we had to be very choosy about the books we read as time was running out. I understand today, more than ever, how true that is. This also applies to films not seen. Making a list is much too complicated. I think that using randomness is the best way.

Charles Laughton delivered in spades.



Sukie - Hair of Plangent Color
Friday, August 14, 2015




Sukie sprinkled powdered nutmeg on the circular glass of her hand mirror until there was nothing left of the image but the gold-freckled green eyes or, when she finally moved her head, her monkeyish and overlipsticked lips. With these lips she recited in a solemn whisper seven times the obscene and sacred prayer to Cernunnos.

 Sukie undressed, first slipping off her low-heeled square toed shoes, and then removing the hunting jacket, and then pushing the untied suede skirt down over her hips, and then unbuttoning the silk blouse of palest beige, the tint of an engraved invitation, and pushing down her half-slip, the pink brown of a tea rose, and her white panties with it, and lastly uncoupling her bra and leaning forward with extended arms so the two emptied cups fell down her arms and into her hands, lightly; her exposed breasts swayed outward with this motion. Sukie’s breasts were small enough to keep firm in air, rounded cones whose tips had been dipped in a deeper pink without there being any aggressive jut of buttonlike nipple. Her body seemed a flame, a flame of soft white fire to Alexandra, who watched as Sukie calmly stooped to pick up her underthings up from the floor and drop them into the chair that was like a shadow materialized and them matter-of- factly rummaged in her big loose flapped pocketbook for some pins to put up her hair of that pale yet plangent color called red but that lies between apricot and the heart of yew wood. Her hair was this color wherever it was, and her pinning gesture bared the two tufts, double in shape like two moths alighted sideways, in her armpits. This was progressive of her, Alexandra and Jane had not yet broken with the patriarchal command to shave laid upon them when they were young and learning to be women. In the Biblical desert women had been made to scrape their armpits with flint; female hair challenged men, and Sukie as the youngest of the witches felt least obliged to trim and temper her natural flourishing.
 John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick

Sukie



Thursday, August 13, 2015




In the early 70s a dearest friend and mentor, my Spanish grandmother, María de los Dolores (Lolita) Reyes de Irureta Goyena traveled back from Cairo to my mother’s home in Veracruz. I looked into her once lively, happy and intelligent eyes and saw that nobody was home. It was my first perception of dementia.

Until then my abuelita, who was a coloratura soprano and a fine pastel artist had been my stalwart defender. In my childhood she prevented me from getting chinelazos (spankings with Filipino slippers) from my mother. She defended my quirks and misbehaviour by declaring that like her I, too was an artist.

In fact until the mid 90s I never acknowledged to myself that I was an artist, in spite of my abue’s affirmation.

Since my entry into Vancouver, via Mexico City in 1975 with my wife and two daughters I have been a fairly successful commercial and magazine photographer. Some 20 years ago I began to write, too. Perhaps I had inherited the journalistic talents of my father George who worked for the Buenos Aires Herald in the 40s and 50s.

But it wasn't until the mid 90s that I branched into photographic art (but preventing criticism by stating that I was no artist but an efficient technician). The bulk of this so-called art was my frequent (I started around 1977) interest in the undraped female human form. Since 1977 I have taken hundreds if not many thousands of them.

In this age of pornography I define it as an attempt at art that is done in bad taste. I must confess that I tried shooting pornography a few times but I was always thwarted by good taste (not political correctness) and a built-in filter in my head prevented me from pressing the shutter.

In the early 90s on a trip to Buenos Aires I was involved in heated arguments with my very Argentine cousins and nephews. I asked them how a toothpaste company could justify an ad featuring a female in a skimpy bikini. I told them that no such ad could ever be seen in my now home of Canada. They attacked my manhood telling me that I was “afeminado” (they used a much stronger word that I will not place here).

When I see pictures of women (buxom or not so) posing by Mustangs, Ferraris or by Harley Davidsons I see these as pornographic in that they objectify women as accessories no different from side mirrors.

In my winter of life with my body not reacting to the calls of the wild I find that my thoughts on beauty, women, the human form, not to mention such bits as cleavage, thighs, etc are more cerebral. I think that this cerebral (literally in my head with fond memories of below-the-belt rumblings of a distant past) point of view is helping me take some of the most erotic photographs of my life.

I will acknowledge that I appreciate my wife Rosemary’s long suffering tolerance on the matter but I have to report here that another member of my family without ever having said it out loud considers me to be a pornographer.

My abuelita would often state “Nadie es profeta en su tierra.Years later I figured out it came from Saint Luke, 4, 24 “Nobody is a prophet in his own land.”




Norman Baldwin, A Manhole Cover & Sean Rossiter
Wednesday, August 12, 2015



Norman Baldwin - Water Street, circa 1984-85


Today has been a day of coincidence. My Rosemary asked me to explain to her what is an algorithm.  She read this  in the NY Times. Coincidentally there was in the editorial section of the NY Times this

I started with face recognition squares that appear in her IPhone 4 and told her that soon we will be able to place a picture (any of her) on the web, press search and all the pictures of her on the net will be retrieved. I also told her that any day now her fridge, when she walks into the kitchen will remind her, “Dear you are running out of skim milk. It’s time to get some more at Shopper’s Drug Mart." Which is where Rosemary gets her milk!

And coincidentally Rosemary had no more of her skim milk so she asked me to drive her to the Kerrisdale Shopper’s. I told her that I would park on a loading zone (I have municipal plates) and that I would walk around while she bought her milk.

I looked through the window of Kerrisdale Cameras. It was empty of patrons. I moved over to Hager Books and noticed a book that at one time I would have purchased: Sargent – Portraits of Artists and Friends. I then sat down on a very uncomfortable bench donated in memory of a Mr. Runciman by Hill’s of Kerrisdale.

A tall slim, man wearing semi-transparent sunglasses, arm and arm with an elderly woman in white hair, walked by.

I got up and tapped the man on the shoulder. I asked him, “Did you ever work for the city?” He answered, “Yes.”  I then told him, I photographed you sometime in 1984 or 1985 with your head coming out of a street man-hole cover.” He smiled and said, “You are Alex Waterhouse-Hayward.” I now live in Curitiba, Brazil so I am usually not in town. I am here to visit my mother.”

Norman Baldwin was my subject for a Sean Rossiter, Twelfth & Cambie column in Vancouver Magazine.

It took a while to get the city to authorize us to open the manhole cover on what was the Woodward’s parking lot on Water Street.  Because the street was one-way and most cars turned to park I positioned my camera past the parking lot so I was (and so was Baldwin) safe from run ins with a car bumper.

Since I noticed that Baldwin's mother was tiring I was not able to have him remind me what he did in the city and why Sean Rossiter had written about him. Why I photographed him popping out of a manhole cover will remain a mystery to me. But I do remember using my large medium format Mamiya RB-67 and that it was connected to a not that portable Norman 200-B mated to a softbox. Baldwin's 6x7 cm transparencies were filed under Baldwin, Norman.

It seems that Baldwin is the president of the cricket club in Curitiba, Paraná State.



A Corpse On Arvind Gupta's Former Doorsteps
Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Arthur Erickson in UBC Library


Stephen Michael Drance OC FRSC (born 22 May 1925) is Emeritus Professor of Ophthalmology, University of British Columbia. He was the head of glaucoma service at the Eye Care centre of Vancouver General Hospital, Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Not mentioned in that Wikipedia citation is that Doctor Drance is a lover of culture and in particular that of music played with period instruments. He has been instrumental (through funding and other methods of support) in helping Early Music Vancouver be the successful organization that it is today.

Doctor Drance is a low key and quiet spoken man whom I regularly chat with at Early Music Vancouver concerts. He always has a smile of delight on his face.

Recently he told me that the University of British Columbia is planning in transforming the area around the UBC School of Music into an arts hub. I think this is a tremendously good idea and it cannot happen too soon. It is obvious to me that Doctor Drance is proud of being part of UBC and there is no doubt in my mind that he has contributed to its scholastic excellence.

For many years I have cited the difference between the campuses of Simon Fraser University and that of UBC. Of the former you can actually get to it, drive under a little overhang and then leave the campus. It is that easy. UBC is more difficult. You might sort of drive around it but through it is pretty well impossible.

There is one strong connection between the UBC and Simon Fraser University.  UBC has a splendid library designed by Arthur Erickson. Simon Fraser was designed by Arthur Erickson and Geoff Massey.

But there is another link that is not so obvious which to me is a tragedy.

At one time Robson Square was a vibrant centre of our city. The Erickson designed complex with landscaping by Cornelia Oberlander was a marvelous piece of architecture. I remember fondly going to urban lectures at the beautiful Judge White Auditorium. Erickson himself would sit with the audience (some of us reclining comfortably on the carpeted risers on the sides) and ask pointed questions at Urbanarium Society lectures. I remember fondly all the arts presentations, films and dance at the Robson Square Media Centre. Even the Vancouver Film Festival had functions at the complex. I photographed Vincent Price in a press conference there.

There was a restaurant on the plaza. Its name escapes me but they had tables on the plaza and people enjoyed being in the centre of things. The skating arena did not have a sponsor’s name and I went to several ballroom dance exhibitions on it during the ice-free summers.

UBC took over the place. Judge White Auditorium lectures ceased. At one time UBC opened a bookstore. Is it still there? If the average person on the street is asked about a university presence within the city they will surely know about the Simon Fraser campus on what used to be Woodward’s. I attend concerts of the Turning Point Ensemble at Woodward's. There are many more cultural activities there. The university is surrounded by restaurant and watering holes. It is full of people.

Robson Square is virtually dead. I remember taking photographs of Premier Bill Bennett in his office located there. The Premier’s office is gone.

There would be an obvious link between the Erickson modified Vancouver Art Gallery and the rest of Robson Square. There is none.

At one time Early Music Vancouver held concerts at the UBC Chapel (past the UBC Golf Course). I know for a fact that Early Music Vancouver could not get Vancouver City funding because the chapel was not within the city.

It would seem to me (a purely personal opinion in what is materializing as my UBC rant) that when convenient UBC is not in the city and is part of the Endowment Lands (Spirit, etc in that name!). And when convenient they are part of the city in what really is another cemetery within our city’s borders.

Thanks to Early Music Vancouver’s Summer Program (concerts and classes at the UBC School of Music, at Barnett Recital Hall) which just closed last week there is a hub of activity around there. You might have noticed people with large cases with theorbos inside or violin and cello cases. The place hummed.

While attending concerts I made it a point to ask people when had been the last time they had attended a play or function at the nearby Frederic Wood Theatre. The answers were in years.
My query if any of them had gone for an exhibition at the Morris and Helen Belkin Gallery recently was met by quizzical silence.

Across from the School of Music is the Old Auditorium. This lovely place was refurbished but Doctor Drance told me that the sound is now not very good. But the place is the seat of UBC Opera.
Because the city is now in charge of VanDusen Botanical Garden there is even more of disconnect among our cities excellent gardens like Queen Elizabeth and the Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden. There is no interaction between them and the UBC Botanical Garden & Centre for Plant Research (and its ancillary Nitobe Memorial Garden. Few in our city know that the UBC Botanical Garden has a Shop In The Garden which houses an excellent small nursery.

But anybody who might venture to UBC and explore Westwood Village they will find a modern and rather lovely (if made of concrete) urban development with a Save-On-Foods and even a yoga establishment. The people walking the streets (some with small dogs) are young. It’s a great little place.

But it would seem that UBC is stressing urban development (or is that suburban?) that is slowly eating away at the trees and vegetation of the Endowment Lands. Condo towers are rising more and more.

Finally with all the uproar of the recent and sudden (an unexplained) resignation of UBC President Arvind Gupta nothing has been mentioned by what I would call our lazy press on an event that I noticed last year while walking to a concert of Early Music Vancouver at the Chan.

By the President’s residence I noticed several big and black SUVs and big men in black suits with ear bud and wires. I attempted to inquire what was going on but they told me to vamoose. Further up I asked a student who told me a body was found on the doorsteps of Gupta’s residence.

Our press only added the information that the only person at home was one of Gupta’s daughters. Nothing was ever written on how the corpse (was it a man?) ended up on the doorsteps. Was it homicide? Was it a drug overdose?  There has been nothing since. And our press has yet to connect the dots (if there are indeed any) on this event and Arvind Gupta’s resignation.

Addendum: The name of the corpse is Roderick Bruce Cortner.


To the above I would add that I also know the name of the corpses to be found on Robson Square. They are UBC.





Bard's Shakespeare's Rebel - All's Well That Ends Well
Monday, August 10, 2015


Colleen Wheeler, Elizabeth Rex, August 9 2015



Hamnet Shakespeare (baptized 2 February 1585 – buried 11 August 1596) was the only son of William Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway, and the fraternal twin of Judith Shakespeare. He died at age 11.
Wikipedia

Collen Wheeler who plays Elizabeth in Timothy Findley's Elizabeth Rex, grounds the production as soon as she enters. In her deep voice, she makes sense of everything she says. And with her commanding stillness and monumental depth of feeling, she makes the queen’s anguish agonizingly concrete. Wheeler’s Elizabeth is a huge artistic achievement. 
Colin Thomas, The Georgia Straight, July 2013


Then actor/swordsman C.C. Humphreys played Jack Absolute in Richard Brinsley Sheridan’s (1781-1816) The Rivals and Shakespeare's  Hamlet, both on the London Stage. The swashbuckling character Jack Absolute was so appealing to Humphreys that he traveled in 2002 to Vancouver (he had relatives), crashed at then Vancouver Writer’s Festival Director, Alma Lee’s basement and wrote his first Jack Absolute novel, That first book, Jack Absolute led to two more and seven independent novels plus three under a different name Chris Humphreys. Humphreys's prequel, 2004, The Blooding of Jack Absolute contains what I think is the best recounting of the battle on the Plains of Abraham.

In a magical moment in the novel Jack Absolute, Absolute goes to the opening of Sheridan’s play The Rivals and buttonholes him in a corner and challenges the man for writing him into the play.

You don’t have to be Argentine (I am) or a Borgesian fan (I am) to note the labyrinthine connections of an actor playing a character who then as a novelist writes about the character. And if you do a bit of research you might find out that Humphreys’s obsession with Hamlet (one common to any Shakespearean actor young enough to play Hamlet but not old enough to play Lear) is understandable.

Humphreys who has been a stage and film fight director (giving advice on how to swashbuckle) has combined his interest in Hamlet and sword fighting for his novel, 2013, Shakespeare’s Rebel. The leading protagonist is both an actor and a sword-fighter. It is from this novel that Humphreys adapted into a play, Shakespeare's Rebel for this year’s Bard on the Beach.

There is one key scene in this play in which Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex (John Murphy) surprises Queen Elizabeth (Colleen Wheeler) in her bedchamber (after leaving a war in Ireland, with the express prohibition to do so by the queen) that leads to the events in the end of the play all documented in history.

For those who might know a bit about Shakespeare, his times and that of Elizabeth most of the events of Shakespeare’s Rebel have been historically documented within the haze that anything about William Shakespeare’s life has always been surrounded by.

Thus the actor/swordfighter/boozer John Lawley (played nicely by Benedict Campbell) is a made up character (C.C. Humphreys mixed with Jack Absolute) who looks into the events of the time from the outside/inside.

There is a reference in the play (a suspicion with many Shakespeare scholars) that Shakespeare himself played Hamlet’s father, the king. And many of these scholars including Harold Bloom have speculated on why Shakespeare’s son was called Hamnet.

With all that I can truthfully say that Rosemary and I enjoyed Sunday’s performance of Shakespeare’s Rebel. The fight scenes were as accurately depicted as safety can allow. Ancillary to this is Humphreys’s account that the English way of fighting, the back sword and the small buckler (a shield) was superior to the Spanish method of sword and rapier. In fact there is such a fight in the play.

If there is one measure of possible confusion for those who have never been to a Bard play before, this is the Shakespearean tradition of using actors to play several parts. Bard is in the black because they know how to be frugal. Thus the actors in King Lear, play on a different days Shakespeare’s Lear and Hmphreys's Shakespeare's Rebel. Campbell is King Lear as well as Lawley. Years ago (about 28 of them) I saw in an early version of Bard on the Beach a Richard III (with Gaze as Richard) in which the people who were killed appeared over and over in other parts. I was confused but no more.

The problem (a small one) in Shakespeare’s Rebel lies with only one man, and that is David Marr (Sir Samuel D’Esparr). Marr has perhaps the most recognizable voice (could never get a job in CBC Radio as he has perfect diction and no speach impediment) in Vancouver theatre. When he plays other parts it is very difficult to see a difference. As it is Marr as D’Esparr  (with a huge belly) is one very funny man.

In my years as an editorial photographer and infrequent journalist I have met critics of all kinds. Some of them like the Vancouver Sun’s Lloyd Dykk (deceased) and Peter Birnie, Christopher Dafoe (the Globe arts critic son of the notable theatre critic Christopher Dafoe) and the Straight’s Colin Thomas.

There is a defining quality in all critics that is a borderline between being critical and being vicious. The above critics have been borderline vicious in their time but their pieces have been done with a modicum of class and good taste.

I remember fondly Stanley Kramer who in the late 70s introduced films for the Bellingham TV channel KVOS. His explanations and pointers on what in some cases were bad films were interesting and never cruel. The Vancouver Courier’s Jo Ledingham always has enthusiasm on her face. She might not like a play but (most important) she likes theatre.

Last year I ran into both Christophers Dafoe at an Arts Club Theatre opening. Elder Dafoe had that glint in his eye. That glint of excitement. He was there to see a play. That action was exciting even though he may have reviewed hundreds of plays in his past.

When I read columnists and critics who get vicious I think of Mao Zedong. As an invited managing editor (as an example) of the Vancouver Sun, Zedong would periodically ship his reporters, columnists and critics to a pig farm in Surrey for a few weeks. They would shovel it. They would then return to the Vancouver Sun newsroom refreshed and delighted to be back.

Except for a few columnists my Vancouver Sun is a waste of time. The decline of the Sun (can we blame the free internet?) began when columnists, reporters and writers who had good health plans and benefits were given packages to leave. Many, who saw what was coming, did just that. Then the Vancouver Sun hired freelancers and gave then no benefits and meager payment. The broadsheet, recenlty became less broad.

That is when it (the Vancouver Sun) all became a waste of time for me.

Colleen Wheeler, who is a natural mezzo-soprano/alto has an uncommonly low voice. With that voice and stage presence (red hair helps!) she gave us a memorable Ulysses in Margaret Atwood’s play The Penelopiad. Wheeler’s costume that transforms her into Elizabeth Rex (she played Elizabeth in Timothy Findley's Elizabeth Rex was designed by Christine Reimer and is spot on.

Taking Wheeler’s photograph, by one of the tents, a few minutes before Shakespeare’s Rebel began transported me to a time when I felt I must be careful or I would lose my head. I also thought, if Wheeler were a high school principal; there would be no discipline problems.

One small inaccuracy in Shakespeare’s Rebel. The Earl of Essex’s head was severed only after three blows (not one) by the axe!

King Lear




Anita Roberts Twice
Sunday, August 09, 2015


Anita Roberts - 1978

One of the singular pleasures of my profession as a photographer is the portrait encore. I first photographed Anita Roberts in 1978. By then I had purchased a new-fangled (for the time) 6x7 cm medium format Mamiya RB-67. I used a flash with an umbrella. I had yet to discover the revolutionary Chimera softboxes. This particular portrait has attitude. This is a word that became overused by the fashion industry of the time. In a few attempts to become a fashion photographer I was repeatedly told I lacked attitude. Thanks to that I became a magazine photographer specializing in portraiture.

All those years later, just a few days ago, Anita Roberts again faced my camera. This time around (although I did take some b+w shots with the venerable Mamiya) she faced my digital Fuji-X-E1.

My Argentine artist friend Nora Patrich is in town and will be here until the end of the month. Anita, Nora and I are working on a colaboración. As Rachel Maddow often says, "Watch this space."

What fun!

Anita Roberts - August 2015




     

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