Saturday, August 16, 2014

Monday, May 26, 2014

For Mommy, bravo!

Adieu Starched Collar, hallo Peeps

I've made a few changes to clean things up & make myself a bit safer, added moderation (apologies) and tweaked and prodded a few corners of the blog for it's own sake.  I will be adding some vintage photos soon and changing the provider for any of the few videos that I have or will post in the future.  I will only cryptically include The Inferno as a note, Dante sitting well with me at the moment.

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost ..

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Clock & cock, time & absence

Apologies, life intrudes ..

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Ramón Novarro & Jose Caraballo

In the early 1930s, as Novarro's career at MGM was coming to an end, he went on frequent dancing and singing tours with his sister, Carmen, to South America.  Compared to his later lacklustre films, these tours were a smashing success as he was still a first-ranked star throughout most of Latin America.  While in Buenos Aires, he met Jose Caraballo.

Caraballo was an olympian, swimming for Argentina at the 1932 games in Los Angeles.  After they met, Caraballo returned with Novarro to the U.S. and took up residence with him at Novarro's family home in Gramercy Park.  His stay did not last long.  Although Novarro extended his family every luxury and acted as the breadwinner for them all, he pushed the envelope of acceptance by bringing Caraballo home.  His family could not reconcile a conservative Mexican attitude toward sexuality (and remember, this is the 1930s) with the presence of his young lover under the same roof.  In a short time Novarro's family spoke up and insisted Caraballo leave.

Here they are on a beach, sometime in the early 30s, most likely in California.  Novarro has a paternalistic smile on his face.  Caraballo seems to be loving every minute of it.  I don't know the name of the dog :)