Fiddle De Tea!
I have 10 days to raise $12,000 for my film at the American Film Institute. It is a superhero film, but not really. A father is left to raise his 7-year-old on his own after discovering that the child is gifted with a supernatural ability to persuade. Now pitted against his child, he must learn how to effectively parent him or risk raising the next Hitler.
This is a film about parents, children, legacy, and bears.
I am tasked with making a superhero film that has soul (and not just about animated people in underwear blowing up buildings) and would appreciate it if you would reblog me on this fine day. Follow the link to contribute to us, and thank you for your love!
Fancy a bite?
RIP Ray! We won’t forget you fellah. Or your friend there!
As a thumbsucker who (blush) never entirely managed to give up the childish vice, I love an old Irish story of the Salmon of Knowledge and the freedom it permits me to honour a legend by unashamedly sticking my thumb in my gob when I’m thinking. The subject of the story Fionn mac…
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I should hibernate!
“Death is something inevitable. When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity.” Mandela 1994
James Dean in his apartment on West 68th Street, New York City, 1955.
LIFE.com remembers the too-short life and brilliant, violently truncated career of a true Hollywood original seen through the lens of photographer Dennis Stock in 1955 — less than a year before Dean’s death. See more photos.
(Photo: Dennis Stock—Magnum)