tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076Wed, 28 Oct 2009 09:27:05 +0000NYC :: London :: Sydneyhttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)Blogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4621965223490972119Thu, 12 Jun 2008 20:12:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:03.290-05:00MusicChris GarneauXiu XiuPersonalLondonSaw Chris live for the first time recently, opening for Xiu Xiu at ULU. He sang solo, no cellist unfortunately, and despite the din his sound was sublime. Impossibly cute, too. I'm a big fan. Xiu Xiu, as expected, were insane. Huge noise, good energy. They make more sense live, I think. I'm sort of ambivalent about Xiu Xiu. Very cool crowd.http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/06/chris-garneau-xiu-xiu-ulu.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2993268162282072661Tue, 13 May 2008 21:05:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:04.824-05:00Sex and the CityFilmSarah Jessica ParkerPersonalLondonUPDATE: A (shaky) video I shot of the speeches before the film, including an appearance by the four actors and a few short words by SJP at the end:Thanks to a brilliant friend I managed to score tickets to last night's world premiere of the Sex and the City movie at Leicester Square in London and also to the absolutely stupendously wonderful after party at the Old Billingsgate. We walked down thehttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city-world-premiere.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-5016858827097166965Sat, 26 Apr 2008 22:23:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:06.053-05:00PersonalPhotosLondonhttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-past-few-weeks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-5113041706164437612Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:02:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:06.443-05:00PersonalStephanie BeachamPhotos:: 'Stephanie Beacham', 2008http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/04/stephanie-beacham-photo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4353904151683627951Thu, 27 Mar 2008 00:10:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:06.624-05:00GayPersonalSexPhotos:: 'This Is Sex', 2008http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-sex.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-8416060760420419808Fri, 21 Mar 2008 07:44:00 +00002009-07-13T07:00:32.370-05:00WordsGayPersonalBerlinMore photos herehttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/stallion-nazi.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-8628937600032806688Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:42:00 +00002008-03-10T20:22:27.375-05:00PersonalBerlinHOWEVERI am going to Berlin on Thursday, so if you happen to know something useful, now is the time to leave a comment or send me a note with thrilling ideas for wondrous German times, full of joy, and wonder, and time. In Germany. For example:(a) names of bars with employees who look like THAT. (I'm pointing at the photo in the post below.)(b) addresses of sophisticated old theater-going ladies http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-not-travel-blog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-3294333594380350861Mon, 03 Mar 2008 19:50:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:08.501-05:00BudapestGayPersonal Budapest is like when you see a hot ass in a heavy crowd and think, Wow! and then your eyes trail up and you realize it's connected to a really old lady. And you shudder and feel dirty because you were totally turned on. And then you try to think of construction equipment or derivatives trading because neither have anything to do with really old ladies, and maybe if you think about those things http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/budapest.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2253167703219690488Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:14:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:09.522-05:00PersonalShoreditchLondonContrary to (wishful) speculation I did not elope to Iceland. Or to anywhere. I did spend a recent afternoon with the Sultan of Brunei's daughter but that's another story. I've also been indulging myself in a mild existential 'reassessment' (which sounds far better than 'crisis') and so far things are progressing nicely. I'm eating less wheat, for example, and silently forgiving estranged http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/02/shoreditch-update.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-7064958188852499241Fri, 08 Feb 2008 13:37:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:09.595-05:00PersonalLondonhttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-miss-firecracker.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4602669322559546576Mon, 04 Feb 2008 09:47:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:10.083-05:00PersonalLouise BourgeoisSmokingThis will probably (hopefully?) be the last I'll say on the subject but, for my own record, it has now been over a year since I quit smoking. My official quit date (according to an old post on this blog) was January 22, 2007. I remember having a bad date about a week later and smoking a single cigarette as dull compensation (and then throwing the remaining pack away in dull fury). Being now http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/02/cigarettes-and-louise-bourgeois.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-1645696686835493017Sun, 27 Jan 2008 18:12:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:10.768-05:00HelsinkiPersonalArchitecture in HelsinkiI prefer listening to Architecture in Helsinki than viewing architecture in Helsinki. The city was very cold and as predicted, the sky snowed from midday. Within two hours the streets were blanketed and the harsh grayness turned quaint and pretty. We almost slipped. We found a room full of ghosts by the side of the road. We stopped to play. The rest was all light, and dark, and an abundance of http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/playing-with-ghosts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-1429944792485390647Thu, 24 Jan 2008 00:10:00 +00002008-01-24T23:00:19.216-05:00HelsinkiPersonalHeath LedgerArrived just after midnight in the capital of Finland and watched a handsome, young, thickly-bearded lad (Brad Pitt during his facial hair period) sweep the shiny white floors of a very bare international terminal. Nothing feels so far away, or so large, as an empty airport in an strange town. Brad Pitt sipped Pepsi between sweeps - a captivating rhythm! - and I listened to Asobi Seksu discuss http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/helsinki.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-8987123248815376172Sun, 20 Jan 2008 18:06:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:11.184-05:00WordsPersonalhttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/lilibet-and-blue-robot-man.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-3910890506138517938Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:16:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:11.301-05:00JudaismMunichDachauGermanyPersonalJust back into London after a couple nights in Munich earlier this week. Here's the Facebook album for anyone interested, commentary included. We walked the city center and managed to fit in, towards the end, a quick visit to the Dachau concentration camp. We happened to arrive on the one day of the week when the site is closed, which wasn't a bad thing. 2,000 people visit every other day. I http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/mnchen.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2914161828433444646Sun, 13 Jan 2008 02:08:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:11.446-05:00WordsPersonalLondonThere were two boysat the Tatedressed perfect,a perfect two,in tight pantsand long coatsand loose hair;and their dancewas astoundingand very lovelyto watch.And in the endwhen they touchedit shook the ground,even the ground;it split the concrete;and people ranto see the crack,but missed the boys.The boys were gonehttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/split-concrete.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-300426887403024599Mon, 07 Jan 2008 15:10:00 +00002008-01-07T03:27:26.824-05:00New YorkPersonalAirport SecurityDo I look terrorist-y? I'm usually ushered through airport security with a curt smile while the 98-year-old lady behind me gets strip-searched and beaten. Not so lucky this time. This time (out of JFK last week) I was directed to a separate section. Questioned. Had my bag searched. Underwent a full (clothed) body search using the 'back of [his] hand,' which I felt dirty for enjoying. I couldn't http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-shoes-are-lethal.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-1822010782731181385Tue, 01 Jan 2008 20:09:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:11.818-05:00WordsNew YorkPersonalIt's 2008 and New York, for a week, has been a delight. On the escalators at Barneys, and Saks, and Gucci, and Dior, and Burberry, and possibly Prada, men done in military coats and leather shoes glide silent like perky mannequins or peacock giraffes and make happy gestures with their eyes, and two in particular look very content. They're sharing lip stuff. They're eating sandwiches on a cold http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/fire-and-champagne.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-556533989987618562Tue, 25 Dec 2007 00:43:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:12.160-05:00WordsPersonalLondonEven the air feels new, prickling at my face like the rub of small hands with uncut nails. (Less chilling, now, but just as fresh.) The slim boys in Prada march down Kings Road – stern giants with blond hair and skinny chests – and their jeans don’t fit, or fit perfectly, and it all seems silly (so silly!) and how has it already been three weeks? In the light of New York on Christmas it will http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-beginning.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4218744207466726051Tue, 18 Dec 2007 10:36:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:12.334-05:00WordsLondonIn numbered rooms, in foreign places, on streets full of cars, on roughly upholstered armchairs, next to dripping faucets, next to windows locked permanently for the safety of our guests, sit men with worried eyes, sit men with lovers in other towns, sit men reading hotel bibles.http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/hotel-bible.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-182656229781444893Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:59:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:12.471-05:00PersonalLondonhttp://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/flowers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-6893291686968991865Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:32:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:14.384-05:00PersonalLondon1. Whimsical London. Subway art on the walkway under Wellington Arch.2. Beautiful London. Part of a detailed entry gate at Hyde Park Corner.3. Playful London. Monopoly everywhere. In the tube station below Bond St.4. Retarded London. For people like me who find street crossings terrifying.5. Bored London. When I decide to mark time by photographing my face.6. Amusing London. Street sign in http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/bits-of-london.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2589657212385467016Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:39:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:14.570-05:00WordsPersonalLondonThe rubber man in black moved his lips in silence, reached out his right hand, cupped, and shook it at the rush of bodies flying past his face. Please! Food! Help! His palms looked inflated and fatty and swollen, like rubber, like his fingers wouldn’t bend more than a few degrees and maybe the cup was actually a fist and maybe he was trying to fight, not beg.I stood watching from across the http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/rubber-man.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-7974332657884867426Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:56:00 +00002008-12-11T07:53:15.416-05:00Buckingham PalacePersonalLondonA few things you might not have realized about Buckingham Palace:1. The stonework really needs a good clean. Her Majesty should consider investing in a power hose - effective, easy to use, and loads of fun. No more unsightly green moss or unidentified blue stuff.2. For all its pomp and grandeur the palace still understands the importance of a sturdy all-weather broom.3. Up close, the changing of http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-at-palace.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-84713189655578327Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:53:00 +00002007-12-03T21:02:30.037-05:00CockfostersPhilip GlassThe HoursPersonalLondonI took a train today bound for a place called Cockfosters (which no one else in the carriage seemed to find amusing) and spent the morning listening to Philip Glass and pretending I was Virginia Woolf - in a non-transsexual, assuredly masculine sort of way - freshly back in the capital and off to buy flowers, ginger and ink. I'm used to 24 hour delis and ice cream at 3 a.m. Tonight I fell asleep http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-would-buy-flowers-herself.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)4