John Cassavetes and Gena Rowlands at the 47th Academy Awards, 1975. Both were nominated for A Woman Under The Influence (1974) #OSCARS
Sabina Stent
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“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Happy Birthday to the great Anaïs Nin ✨
Anaïs Nin with her diaries in a bank vault, c. 1950.
Poison Ivy (#botd) at House of Blues Los Angeles, 30 October 1996. Photo by Jim Steinfeldt.
Wrote a few words about Helen Lundeberg 🪐
https://open.substack.com/pub/sabinastent/p/the-cosmos-of-helen-lundeberg?r=ceu&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
https://open.substack.com/pub/sabinastent/p/the-cosmos-of-helen-lundeberg?r=ceu&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
The Cosmos of Helen Lundeberg
Chicago-born Helen Lundeberg (24 June 1908 – 19 April 1999), a noted California artist, Surrealist, and Post Surrealist, moved to Pasadena, California, as a child. Academically gifted and an avid reader, Lundeberg initially wanted to be a writer, but her path changed when she started painting self-portraits, along with paintings of her sister and mother. In 1933, two years after her first group exhibition at San Diego’s Fine Arts Gallery, Lundeberg’s first solo show took place at the Stanley Rose Gallery in Los Angeles. This same year she married Lorser Feitelson, a professor and painter she had met at Pasadena’s Stickney Memorial Art School in 1930.
“Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.”
Happy Birthday, William S. Burroughs. Pictured with his cat Ginger in the backyard of his home in Lawrence, Kansas.
I wrote about Nan Goldin and Laura Poitras’ extraordinary Oscar-nominated documentary All the Beauty and the Bloodshed for my Substack:
https://open.substack.com/pub/sabinastent/p/all-the-beauty-and-the-bloodshed?r=ceu&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
https://open.substack.com/pub/sabinastent/p/all-the-beauty-and-the-bloodshed?r=ceu&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
“I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.”
Happy Birthday, David Lynch. Forever the maestro of the beautiful, the surreal, and the terrifying 💙
I wrote about the Surrealism of Strangers on a Train:
The Surrealism of Strangers on a Train
It started with a conversation. Two men, perfect strangers, meet on a train. Their acquaintance begins with a polite exchange of words and results in homicide. All because one suggested they had the means of doing what nobody else had thought before: he had the recipe to orchestrate the perfect murder.