A while ago we brought you a hilarÂiÂous series of recordÂings of the British comedic actor Peter SellÂers readÂing The BeaÂtÂles’ “She Loves You” in four difÂferÂent accents. Today we have a brief clip from a teleÂphone call by SellÂers on the set of StanÂley KubrickÂ’s 1964 film Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop WorÂryÂing and Love the Bomb (in which SellÂers played three difÂferÂent roles). Here he demonÂstrates the nuances of a few of the many accents around Great Britain. From cockÂney to upper class and from LonÂdon to EdinÂburgh, it’s clasÂsic SellÂers all the way.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
Peter SellÂers: His Life in Home Movies
Peter SellÂers PerÂforms The BeaÂtÂles in ShakeÂspeareÂan Mode
Read More...Few propoÂsiÂtions in film scholÂarÂship inspire as much conÂtroÂverÂsy as the so-called “auteur theÂoÂry,” which holds that a film’s direcÂtor imbues the work with its strongest and most idenÂtiÂfiÂable creÂative influÂence. Some conÂsidÂer this notion laughÂably implauÂsiÂble; othÂers conÂsidÂer it untouchÂably self-eviÂdent. But even if you don’t fulÂly buy into this auteur-cenÂtrism — and it can’t hurt to throw down a fistÂful of salt before the entire ediÂfice of film theÂoÂry — you can still use it as a helpÂful tool to navÂiÂgate the realm of cinÂeÂma, espeÂcialÂly if most of it remains terÂra incoginÂta to you. Say you hapÂpen onto a movie you enjoy — Full MetÂal JackÂet, for instance — and find out it was directÂed by a cerÂtain StanÂley Kubrick. You could then do much worse for addiÂtionÂal viewÂing mateÂrÂiÂal than to watch everyÂthing else the man ever directÂed.
As for accomÂpaÂniÂment in this culÂturÂal jourÂney, you could do much worse than Rudie Obias and West AnthoÂny, hosts of The AuteurÂcast. TakÂing one filmÂmakÂer at a time, they watch and disÂcuss every movie that filmÂmakÂer has made. Of course they’ve covÂered StanÂley Kubrick: you can lisÂten to their conÂverÂsaÂtion on Full MetÂal JackÂet right above, and I myself joined them as a guest when they talked about A ClockÂwork Orange. HavÂing put out 136 episodes so far, Obias and AnthoÂny have recentÂly made their way to two auteurs as seemÂingÂly on the oppoÂsite ends of a specÂtrum (though exactÂly what specÂtrum, I can’t say for sure) as James Cameron, he of TitanÂic and Avatar, and Paul Thomas AnderÂson, he of MagÂnoÂlia, There Will Be Blood, and (to be disÂcussed in an upcomÂing episode) The MasÂter. To catch up on The AuteurÂcast as you catch up on cinÂeÂma itself, you can downÂload all of their past episodes as a torÂrent, then subÂscribe via RSS or iTunes.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
500 Free Movies Online: Great ClasÂsics, Indies, Noir, WestÂerns, etc.
ColÂin MarÂshall hosts and proÂduces NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
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PhilosoÂpher and psyÂchoÂanÂaÂlyst Slavoj Zizek is a polarÂizÂing figÂure, in and out of the AcadÂeÂmy. He has been accused of misogÂyÂny and opporÂtunism, and a Guardian columÂnist once wonÂdered if he is “the Borat of phiÂlosÂoÂphy.” The latÂter epiÂthet might be as much a refÂerÂence to his occaÂsionÂal boorÂishÂness as to his SlovenÂian-accentÂed EngÂlish. Despite (or because of) these qualÂiÂties, Zizek has become a fasÂciÂnatÂing pubÂlic intelÂlecÂtuÂal, in part because all of his work is shot through with pop culÂture refÂerÂences as difÂfuse as the most studÂied of fanÂboys. And even though Zizek, a stuÂdent of the FreudiÂan theÂoÂrist Jacques Lacan, can get deeply obscure with the best of his peers, his enthuÂsiÂasm and rapid-fire free-assoÂciÂaÂtions mark him as a true fan of everyÂthing he surÂveys.
The Zizek I just described is fulÂly in eviÂdence in the short clip above from the three-part docÂuÂmenÂtary The Pervert’s Guide to CinÂeÂma. DirectÂed by Sophie Fiennes (sisÂter of Joseph and Ralph), The Pervert’s Guide places Zizek in origÂiÂnal locaÂtions and repliÂca sets of sevÂerÂal clasÂsic films—David Lynch’s Blue VelÂvet, StanÂley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut, and Hitchcock’s VerÂtiÂgo, to name just a few. Zizek’s scenes of comÂmenÂtary are editÂed with scenes from the films to give the impresÂsion that he is speakÂing from withÂin the films themÂselves. It’s a novÂel approach and works parÂticÂuÂlarÂly well in the video above, where Zizek gives us his take on VerÂtiÂgo. As he says of Hitchcock’s film—which could apply to the one he is in as well—“often things begin as a fake, inauÂthenÂtic, artiÂfiÂcial, but you get caught in your own game.” ViewÂers of The Pervert’s Guide get caught in Zizek’s interÂpreÂtive game; it’s a fasÂciÂnatÂing, ridicuÂlous, and unsetÂtling one.
In the clip, through a series of close analyÂses of plot points and camÂera angles, Zizek conÂcludes that VerÂtiÂgo is the realÂizaÂtion of a male fanÂtaÂsy, which necÂesÂsarÂiÂly involves vioÂlence and nightÂmarÂish transÂforÂmaÂtions. In the “male libidÂiÂnal econÂoÂmy,” he says, in the jargon‑y psyÂchoÂanÂaÂlytÂic speak of his trade, women must be “morÂtiÂfied” before they are acceptÂable sexÂuÂal partÂners. SlipÂping out of acaÂdÂeÂmÂic argot, he clarÂiÂfies: “to paraÂphrase an old sayÂing, the only good woman is a dead woman.” It’s this kind of blunt and utterÂly unsenÂtiÂmenÂtal way of speakÂing that raisÂes the hackÂles of some of Zizek’s critÂics. But I’m not here to defend him. WatchÂing (and readÂing) him for me is a game of edge-of-your seat “what outÂraÂgeous or incomÂpreÂhenÂsiÂble thing is he going to say next?” and I’ll admit, I enjoy it. So I’ll leave you with a final Zizek-ism. PerÂhaps it will scare you off for good, or perÂhaps you’re game for a few more rounds of “perÂverÂsion” with this encyÂcloÂpeÂdic critÂic of the self, the social, and the sexÂuÂal:
“A subÂject,” says Zizek, “is a parÂtial someÂthing, a face, someÂthing we see. Behind it, there is a void, a nothÂingÂness. And of course, we sponÂtaÂneousÂly tend to fill in that nothÂingÂness with our fanÂtasies about the wealth of human perÂsonÂalÂiÂty and so on, and so on. To see what is lackÂing in realÂiÂty, to see it as that, there you see subÂjecÂtivÂiÂty. To conÂfront subÂjecÂtivÂiÂty means to conÂfront femÂiÂninÂiÂty. Woman is the subÂject. MasÂculinÂiÂty is a fake.”
You can watch the film in its entireÂty here.
via BibÂliokÂlept
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Good CapÂiÂtalÂist KarÂma: Zizek AniÂmatÂed
Slavoj Ĺ˝iĹľek: How the Marx BrothÂers Embody Freud’s Id, Ego & Super-Ego
Josh Jones is a docÂtorÂal canÂdiÂdate in EngÂlish at FordÂham UniÂverÂsiÂty and a co-founder and forÂmer manÂagÂing ediÂtor of GuerÂniÂca / A MagÂaÂzine of Arts and PolÂiÂtics.
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RegiÂna SpekÂtor’s sixth stuÂdio album, What We Saw From The Cheap Seats, is out. That means we’re hearÂing a lot more from the singer-songÂwriter whose music took form in the East VilÂlage of New York City. SevÂerÂal weeks back, SpekÂtor gave a thoughtÂful interÂview on NPR’s Fresh Air, where, among othÂer things, she recalled the disÂcrimÂiÂnaÂtion her famÂiÂly faced in the SoviÂet Union and her childÂhood immiÂgraÂtion to the UnitÂed States. Now, we’re catchÂing up with her in SouthÂern CalÂiÂforÂnia — at Apogee’s BerkeÂley St. StuÂdios in L.A., to be preÂcise — where SpekÂtor played an intiÂmate conÂcert feaÂturÂing songs from the new album. Catch one song, “The ParÂty,” right above, and the comÂplete 30-minute sesÂsion here. If you have a decent interÂnet conÂnecÂtion, I’d skip to the HD verÂsion and enjoy. Kudos to KCRW for makÂing this availÂable.
h/t @opedr
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Most of us have looked up our own addressÂes using Google Street View. But have you ever wished you could virÂtuÂalÂly dive right into the ocean, lake or rivÂer near your home?
It may not be long until you can. Google has takÂen its Street View modÂel, comÂplete with direcÂtionÂal arrows and swipe-conÂtrolled scalÂing, and plunged into the watery uniÂverse.
In a colÂlabÂoÂraÂtion with a major sciÂenÂtifÂic study of the ocean, Street View now includes panoramÂic views of six of the world’s livÂing coral reefs. These images, shot using a speÂcial camÂera, allow us to zoom in and see schools of fish and sea turÂtles make their way over the sea floor off the coast of Australia’s Heron Island. Check out the shape and texÂture of this ancient volÂcanic rock near Apo Island in the PhilipÂpines.
Above the MolokiÂni Crater near Maui you might be surÂprised to stumÂble upon some othÂer snorklers.
ScootÂing along is amazÂingÂly fun and the phoÂtoÂgraphÂic clarÂiÂty is incredÂiÂble. Take a cool swim with a manÂta ray and an underÂwaÂter phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer off the Great BarÂriÂer Reef. It realÂly does feel like you’re there—only you’re not (and the Google waterÂmarks bring you back to realÂiÂty ).
PhoÂtos come courÂtesy of the Catlin SeavÂiew SurÂvey, an interÂnaÂtionÂal study of the oceans. Researchers use a conÂtinÂuÂal 360 degree panoramÂic camÂera to capÂture underÂwaÂter images. In deepÂer trenchÂes, they send the camÂera down on robots.
SciÂenÂtists with the study say that some 95 perÂcent of the ocean still hasn’t been seen by the human eye. Short of travÂelÂing to all these spots ourÂselves, this may be our best chance to bring that numÂber down.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
PerÂpetÂuÂal Ocean: A Van Gogh-Like VisuÂalÂizaÂtion of our Ocean CurÂrents
Google Street View Opens Up a Look at Shackleton’s AntarcÂtic
Tour the AmaÂzon with Google Street View; No PassÂport NeedÂed
Google Art Project Expands, BringÂing 30,000 Works of Art from 151 MuseÂums to the Web
Kate Rix is an OakÂland-based freeÂlance writer. See more of her work at .
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JohnÂny Cash once called 1968 the hapÂpiÂest year of his life. It was the year his masÂterÂpiece At FolÂsom Prison came out, the year he was named the CounÂtry Music AssoÂciÂaÂtion’s EnterÂtainÂer of the Year, and the year he marÂried the love of his life, June Carter. So it was a forÂtuÂnate time for a young filmÂmakÂer named Robert ElfÂstrom to meet up with Cash for the makÂing of a docÂuÂmenÂtary.
ElfÂstrom travÂeled with Cash for sevÂerÂal months in late 1968 and earÂly 1969. The resultÂing film, JohnÂny Cash: The Man, His World, His Music, is a revealÂing look at Cash, his creÂative process and his ties to famÂiÂly. ElfÂstrom folÂlowed along on a tour that took Cash and his group (includÂing, at difÂferÂent times, Chet Atkins and the Carter FamÂiÂly singers) to a wide range of places, includÂing a prison, an IndiÂan reserÂvaÂtion and Cash’s own native soil in the AmerÂiÂcan South. Cash and Carter visÂit his parÂents and othÂer famÂiÂly memÂbers, and in one movÂing scene Cash returns to his abanÂdoned childÂhood home in Dyess, Arkansas, a cotÂton farmÂing town that was creÂatÂed under PresÂiÂdent Franklin D. RooÂsevelt’s New Deal proÂgram in the 1930s to give poor famÂiÂlies a chance to start over.
The film gives some sense of the comÂplexÂiÂty of Cash’s perÂsonÂalÂiÂty. There is one scene near the beginÂning, for examÂple, in which Cash goes huntÂing and wounds a crow. He then craÂdles the injured bird in his hands and talks friendÂly to it. “That scene, to me, says a lot about who JohnÂny Cash is,” ElfÂstrom told PBS in a 2008 interÂview. “John was not always warm and fuzzy like a panÂda bear all the time. He’s like that part of the time, but he also has a sharp edge and steeÂliÂness to him.” ElfÂstrom went on to describe the sitÂuÂaÂtion:
One day, we were hangÂing out in his house, and he said, “I want to go huntÂing.” He grabbed his shotÂgun and was walkÂing through the land around his house when he spied a crow and whipped off a shot. John was a dead shot, so he woundÂed the crow, and the bird hit the ground. When he picked up the crow, you could feel that someÂthing was going through John’s head; he’d almost killed someÂthing that maybe he shouldÂn’t have, and he felt badÂly about it, but that instinct to hunt and wound was a part of him too. So John carÂried the crow and sat down in the shade, and I could see he was kind of pissed off at himÂself. I kept some disÂtance from him, and the next thing I knew, he was writÂing a song to the crow.
One of the most strikÂing things about ElfÂstrom’s film is the way it manÂages, despite the conÂstraints of the cinĂ©Âma vĂ©ritĂ© form, to conÂnect the events of Cash’s life to his music. For examÂple, at one point Cash is walkÂing through the barÂren vilÂlage of WoundÂed Knee in South DakoÂta, lisÂtenÂing to the stoÂry of the masÂsacre of 1890 from one of the descenÂdants of the vicÂtims, and in the next scene he is singing “Big Foot,” his song about the tragedy. The film shows Cash’s genÂerosÂiÂty toward unknown musiÂcians. It also offers a glimpse of his close friendÂship with the young Bob Dylan. When Cash and Dylan got togethÂer in FebÂruÂary of 1969 for a recordÂing sesÂsion in Nashville, ElfÂstrom was there. He docÂuÂmentÂed the scene as the two men recordÂed Dylan’s “One Too Many MornÂings.” ElfÂstrom told PBS:
John and Bob had gotÂten close at that point. John was sayÂing, “Gee, I wish Bob would move down here to TenÂnessee. I’ve got a lot of land, and we could be neighÂbors!” So that was fasÂciÂnatÂing. We recordÂed the two of them very late at night, and they were doing a duet of one of Dylan’s songs. In the midÂdle of the song, both John and Bob forÂgot the lyrics. So the recordÂing sesÂsion stopped while peoÂple scamÂpered around the ColumÂbia Records buildÂing tryÂing to find the lyrics to a Bob Dylan song. When the lyrics were finalÂly found, the two of them got togethÂer again and did some great recordÂing. It was realÂly an amusÂing sesÂsion because John and Bob were teasÂing each othÂer all the time.
The film was origÂiÂnalÂly named Cash, and was slightÂly longer than the verÂsion above. In 2008 it was re-editÂed and renamed JohnÂny Cash: The Man, His World, His Music for broadÂcast on PBS. It’s a revealÂing porÂtrait of the counÂtry music legÂend, but ElfÂstrom allowed his subÂject cerÂtain areas of priÂvaÂcy. In parÂticÂuÂlar he avoidÂed docÂuÂmentÂing Cash’s well-known addicÂtion to drugs. “Even back then, the powÂers-that-be wantÂed me to emphaÂsize the subÂstance abuse stuff, and I had to fight the entire time to stay clear of that,” said ElfÂstrom. “I didÂn’t want that polÂluÂtion to conÂfuse the mesÂsage of what John was doing. I was totalÂly willÂing to take John at face valÂue, and I think he himÂself recÂogÂnized that earÂly on and trustÂed me. He was a man strugÂgling through life like all of us, doing his best, tryÂing to come out on top.”
JohnÂny Cash: The Man, His World, His Music will be added to our colÂlecÂtion of 500 Free Movies Online.
Read More...Matthew Might, a comÂputÂer sciÂence proÂfesÂsor at the UniÂverÂsiÂty of Utah, writes: “Every fall, I explain to a fresh batch of Ph.D. stuÂdents what a Ph.D. is. It’s hard to describe it in words. So, I use picÂtures.” It’s SepÂtemÂber 26. That means fall is here again, and it’s time to bring you an encore preÂsenÂtaÂtion of MatÂt’s IllusÂtratÂed Guide to the PhD. Have a look, and you’ll see the whole underÂtakÂing in a less hubrisÂtic way:
ImagÂine a cirÂcle that conÂtains all of human knowlÂedge:
By the time you finÂish eleÂmenÂtary school, you know a litÂtle:
By the time you finÂish high school, you know a bit more:
With a bachÂeÂlor’s degree, you gain a speÂcialÂty:
A masÂter’s degree deepÂens that speÂcialÂty:
ReadÂing research papers takes you to the edge of human knowlÂedge:
Once you’re at the boundÂary, you focus:
You push at the boundÂary for a few years:
Until one day, the boundÂary gives way:
And, that dent you’ve made is called a Ph.D.:
Of course, the world looks difÂferÂent to you now:
So, don’t forÂget the bigÂger picÂture:
Keep pushÂing.
You can find MatÂt’s IllusÂtratÂed Guide hostÂed on his web site. This guide/reality check is pubÂlished under a CreÂative ComÂmons License. You can also buy a print verÂsion for $6.50. (The monÂey goes to charÂiÂty.) Matt offers more insights for Ph.D. stuÂdents here.
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Today, if you want an introÂducÂtion to a filmÂmakÂer like FedÂeriÂco FelliÂni, you’ll most likeÂly just look him up on Wikipedia. In 1969, you wouldÂn’t have had quite so conÂveÂnient an option, though were you an NBC-watchÂing AmerÂiÂcan, you might have caught a broadÂcast of FelliÂni: A DirecÂtor’s NoteÂbook. DirectÂed by FelliÂni himÂself at the behest of NBC proÂducÂer Peter GoldÂfarb, the fifty-minute docÂuÂmenÂtary (now added to our colÂlecÂtion of 500 Free Movies Online) folÂlows the ItalÂian auteur as he periÂpatetÂiÂcalÂly seeks out inspiÂraÂtion for his curÂrent and future projects. Among these, we hear about SatyriÂcon, one of his immorÂtal works, and about The VoyÂage of G. MasÂtoma, which stalled before it even reached morÂtalÂiÂty. ConÂsortÂing with hipÂpies in a field, takÂing a spirÂit mediÂum down into the “catÂaÂcombs” of the Rome Metro, dropÂping in on favorite actor/counterpart MarÂcelÂlo MasÂtroianÂni, and receivÂing a stream of visÂitÂing eccentrics in his office, FelliÂni narÂrates his own thoughts about his direcÂtoÂrÂiÂal process. It seems to come down to searchÂing for the right atmosÂpheres — the obscure, the forÂeign, the desÂperÂate, the bizarre — and takÂing them in.
FelliÂni: A DirecÂtor’s NoteÂbook proÂvides what FelliÂni called a “semiÂhuÂmorÂous introÂducÂtion” to the direcÂtor, his work, and the enviÂronÂment of frownÂing absurÂdism that seemed to encirÂcle him wherÂevÂer he went. But with its freÂquent lanÂguage-shiftÂing, its often dark and vagueÂly trouÂbling imagery, its air of simulÂtaÂneÂous asexÂuÂalÂiÂty and indisÂcrimÂiÂnate louchÂness, and its obviÂousÂly delibÂerÂate craft, the film would seem to fall into the terÂriÂtoÂry between forms. But if it feels too elabÂoÂrate, artiÂfiÂcial, and studÂded with half-glimpsed grotesques to count as a straightÂforÂward porÂtrait of an artist, Fellini’s films set themÂselves apart to this day with their thorÂough posÂsesÂsion of those same qualÂiÂties. CulÂturÂal hisÂtoÂry has not recordÂed in much detail how the averÂage AmerÂiÂcan home viewÂer of 1969 hanÂdled this plunge into the visÂcous essence of FelliÂni. But I’ll bet every sinÂgle one who enjoyed it immeÂdiÂateÂly marked their calÂenÂdars, if surÂrepÂtiÂtiousÂly, to go check out the man’s interÂpreÂtaÂtion of PetroÂnÂius.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
Fellini’s FanÂtasÂtic TV ComÂmerÂcials
FelliÂni + Abrams = Super 8½
ColÂin MarÂshall hosts and proÂduces NoteÂbook on Cities and CulÂture. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall.
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If you’ve ever seen D.A. PenÂnebakÂer’s clasÂsic 1967 docÂuÂmenÂtary Don’t Look Back (or even if you haven’t), you know the famous scene — Bob Dylan flipÂing through cue cards as the dizzyÂing lyrics of “SubÂterÂranean HomeÂsick Blues” flow by, all while poet Allen GinsÂberg and singer Bob Neuwirth make cameo appearÂances in the backÂground. (Watch it below.) This innoÂvÂaÂtive clip has since inspired countÂless tribÂute videos by the likes of Steve EarÂle, the rapÂper EviÂdence, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Google, and the 1992 film Bob Roberts. Now comes the latÂest riff on the iconÂic footage by designer/illustrator LeanÂdro SenÂna. He gives us “Bob Dylan’s Hand LetÂterÂing ExpeÂriÂence,” a video that stitchÂes togethÂer 66 hand-designed cards, each made with only penÂcil, black tint pens and brushÂes. No techÂnoÂlogÂiÂcal enhanceÂments or retouchÂing were allowed. On SenÂna’s web site, you can see each and every card in a largÂer forÂmat.
via BoingÂBoÂing
Read More...We assoÂciate Ernest HemÂingÂway with forÂeign locales: Spain, Italy, Paris, Africa and Cuba. He may be the definÂiÂtive periÂpatetÂic writer, famousÂly haulÂing his manÂuÂscripts-in-progress around the world while soakÂing in enough mateÂrÂiÂal for the next book.
Lucky for us HemÂingÂway may also be one of the most phoÂtographed writÂers of his genÂerÂaÂtion. The phoÂtographs in the Ernest HemÂingÂway ColÂlecÂtion take us into a mid-cenÂtuÂry world where writÂers, actors, politÂiÂcal leadÂers and beauÂtiÂful jet-setÂters minÂgled on patios and yachts at ease before the camÂera. These were the days before paparazzi startÂed hidÂing in bushÂes.
The colÂlecÂtion is availÂable to us with a typÂiÂcal HerÂmingÂway-esque stoÂry attached. When he died in 1961 in IdaÂho, most of his perÂsonÂal effects were still in Cuba. HemÂinway lived for 20 years in the FinÂca Vigia, a home he bought with the royÂalÂties from For Whom the Bell Tolls. It was at FinÂca Vigia that he wrote The Old Man and the Sea. Rather than writÂing in the workÂshop that his wife Mary had built for him there, he used the bedÂroom, leavÂing the new room for his numerÂous pet cats to use.
At the time of his death, AmerÂiÂcan travÂel into Cuba was banned. HowÂevÂer PresÂiÂdent Kennedy made speÂcial arrangeÂments for Hemingway’s widÂow Mary to return to FinÂca Vigia and retrieve his perÂsonÂal belongÂings. Years latÂer, the John F. Kennedy PresÂiÂdenÂtial Library and MuseÂum received the mateÂriÂals, includÂing more than 10,000 phoÂtographs, books from Hemingway’s priÂvate library (includÂing A Draft of XVI CanÂtos signed by Ezra Pound) and the hand-writÂten sailÂing log HemÂingÂway kept of his travÂels aboard Pilar. The phoÂtographs are now orgaÂnized chronoÂlogÂiÂcalÂly and geoÂgraphÂiÂcalÂly: EarÂly Years 1899–21; Paris Years 1922–1930; Wars 1917–1945; Key West Years 1928–1939; IdaÂho Years 1939–1960; Africa 1933–1934 and Africa 1953–1954; Europe 1948–1959; Cuba Years 1939–1960; and Spain 1953–1960.
HemÂingÂway was in Paris when he sat for this porÂtrait in March, 1928. The phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer, Helen Pierce BreakÂer, was a friend and had been a bridesÂmaid in Hemingway’s wedÂding to his first wife, Hadley.
By the earÂly 1950s, HemÂingÂway was livÂing in Cuba. The paintÂing behind him here at FinÂca Vigia is a porÂtrait of himÂself by WalÂdo Peirce titled Kid Balzac.
Kate Rix is an OakÂland-based freeÂlance writer. Find more of her work at .
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