Do you ever wonder where your own particular fetishes/quirks/peccadilloes came from? Today I realized where mine began. It was all of those damn Ken Russell films I saw starting at the tender age of 7, when my mother took me to see "Women in Love" at the drive-in. I haven't missed many of his films since. Sex, horror, rock and roll, and classical music- there you have it- Marcher explained. Though the films were often awful, he was a true master of the indelible image. Here are a few of the tamer ones which will never leave me.
|This should explain my bathroom to anyone who's ever wondered "what's with those photographs?"|
Thanks for the memories, Ken (and the therapy bills).