Get to Know Lisa Rosman Through Her Various Works

The Leonard Library Club: ‘Radio Days’

Today at Williamsburg’s Leonard Library Club we’re screening Woody Allen’s “Radio Days,” which is like a Norman Rockwell portrait directed by a Kosher Fellini and starring the deliciously cranky likes of Larry David, Jeff Daniels, Dianne Wiest, Diane Keaton, Mia Farrow and a pint-sized Seth Green. I regard this film as one of Woody’s best mid-career efforts. Don’t agree? Come discuss. Don’t like Woody? Come discuss that, too. I am leading the post-screening conversation, and hope it’ll be lively. It’s free, it’s going to rain this afternoon so you won’t be missing out on a gorgeous day, and it’s perfectly timed for the post-brunch crowd. (2:30 pm.)  So do come! And get regular with Relax!

The ‘Kids’ Were Alright

It begins with a pair of half-clad teenagers making out, which is a conventional enough opening for a coming-of-age film. But these two look awkward rather than polished – the girl is barely pubescent, the guy is drowning in his big-boy boxers – and they’re going at it like guppies swallowing each other or cannibals mawing their last meal. The shot is not Hollywood sexy; it’s nasty, nothing you’d see in the too-cool-for-school movies about adolescents today. Welcome to “Kids,” the landmark film about New York City teenagers, which is celebrating its twentieth anniversary this spring. (Yes, we’re that old.)

Sprawling and unrepentant, “Kids” isn’t so much a study; it’s more a ninety-minute panoramic photograph, which is appropriate since it’s the first (and best) film by photographer Larry Clark. It also boasts the first screenplay by Harmony Korine, who went on to direct such jaw-slackers as “Gummo” (1997) and the neon-reactionary, pseudo-feminist “Spring Breakers” (2012). Between Korine and Clark, who has cited lower Manhattan’s male skateboarders as his chief inspiration, this is hardly an anthem of female liberation, though it adjacently highlights the need for young women’s rights, and debuts Rosario Dawson and Chloë Sevigny, both of whom then prevailed as It Girls of Manhattan’s Lower East Side. (The latter girl was still technically a “Metro North queen” who lived in her parents’ tony Connecticut home). Continue Reading →

Riot Grrrl, Meet Space Crone

I spent the early morning rewatching “Kids” for work while separating the contents of my bureau into three categories: Keep, Give Away, Cut Up. It was the third category that conferred the most pleasure. Hacking into clothing that’s failed to live up to its promise always feels so liberating, as if I’ve refused to toe a cruddy line. This morning I made a lacy vest out of a blouse with fussy sleeves, jaunty ankle-grazers out of sagging yoga pants, and a “Flashdance” T out of an oppressive neckline. It all looks a little rough, no doubt about it–my only tool was a pair of a kitchen shears–but those items had it coming. Besides, no matter how many times I wax my brows, you can never take the ’90s out of the girl. I’ll always be more punk rock than polished, just now I call it dowager chic.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy