Babies, I toil not, nor is my raiment anything like a flower’s – but for all my sloth, there has been a burst of creativity on the part of one, George Kaplan, and later today you can read a story of his, THE MAP, a tale of human geography –…
Category: Short Stories
THE DATE PART V: BECAUSE MY LOVE FOR YOU WOULD BREAK MY HEART IN TWO Who Am I? Who Will I Be Now? Rhodes Cardell or Will Makepeace? Those questions haunted him as the day of the date came closer and closer like the waters from an on-rushing river. A…
1924, two ladies ride the steam shovel while Beachwood Canyon undergoes development: Now, when I used to hike with friends from back east I had a set route, across the canyon to Wolf’s Lair, then down the path behind it to Lake Hollywood and then out onto Mulholland’s dam where…
THE DATE PART IV; OR, BE MY BABY Rhodes Cardell appeared, more or less, his usual self. He was working on a shoot which involved copious part-concealed nudity, and numerous insouciant and cheeky requests of the “would you mind pointing your delicious decolletage a little more to the right, Alyssa”…
FADE OUT . His memories shifted to his second wife Gerda, a striking woman twenty years his senior, a woman, suffice to say, with “connections” in the industry. Another woman with a great belief in him, another woman who he had loved, but used. Yet, it was different with Gerda,…
FADE OUT Jake Toper looked into the mirror and watched himself disintegrate. Still recognizable as the handsome, virile matinee idol of the ’30s and ’40s he may have been but the features that always leaned toward cragginess had long since begun to crumble. In a way, Toper was glad. Here…
THE DATE PART III; OR, I’M DANCING AS FAST AS I CAN A date with Isabella Arden! Rhodes Cardell’s mask of insouciant cool cracked, and the face of Will Makepeace could be glimpsed beneath. The same face, but also not. Rhodes’s expression on hearing Isabella affirm that she would, wonder…
Photograph by Herb Ritts . THE DATE PART II – BY GEORGE KAPLAN . Rhodes Cardell was used to being around women, *lots* of women; often in varying states of undress. He was, he pretended, inured to female nudity, not an eyelid did he bat at an undraped feminine form…
The most beautiful, statuesque, raven haired, blue eyed, Princess does my hair. Babies I walk out of her salon and I never feel better… Okay, there are some moments that involve the Mister – but we don’t go there on this weblog. At any rate the marvelous Jackie trained with…