to move up and down
vermillion dreams
Passion and pleasure, mostly in vintage packaging
This is the Frank of whom I dreamed…?
As a (somewhat) older person, this is how I see Frank today.
When I was a kid, this is how I saw Francis Albert.
At Studio 54 in 1977.
I wonder what he was listening to, and what he heard?
Scenario in which I buy a lottery ticket and it wins: I hunt down this trailer to buy and keep…somewhere.
They say he exuded sexual energy, that he was a force of nature. Maybe you had to be there, or maybe I’m looking at it the wrong way around when I listen to him sing…I’m still searching for it in these images.
Set ‘em up, Joe.
The dream I woke up from this morning. The one with me and Frank. Good night! Still trying to wrap my head around it, so to speak.
And so here we go this evening.
Frank Sinatra, Peter Lawford, Dean Martin
From Confidential, a really cheesy rag from the 1950s.
…when I was a kid, we made fishing bait out of Wheaties…
Sometimes I’d like to go back to a time when a woman could dress for dinner like she was dressing for bed, and make it look like class.
It didn’t work for everybody, though. And it certainly wouldn’t now…
I’ve been away from the computer for a few days, so if there’s something you posted you’d like me to see in particular, message me, please.
Today I might post a few things here and at ephemeral lounge in honor of Frank Sinatra, who died 14 years ago on this day.
And if you’re very interested, you can hear some music and see a few photos and reflections on the man at this section of my blog, life, the universe, and everything.