Showing posts with label Dennis Hopper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dennis Hopper. Show all posts

Friday, March 12, 2021

Wallace Berman Postcard Sent to Dennis Hopper

 


A postcard made by Wallace Berman, sent to Dennis Hopper sometime in the early 1960s. Kept by Dennis, but I think sold when he passed away. -

Tosh Berman

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Wallace Berman: Invitation RSVP Card sent to Dennis Hopper (1963)


My dad, Wallace Berman, was sent an invitation by Dennis and Brooke Hopper to attend a cocktail party for Andy Warhol. He sent the card back to Dennis, but made it into an art piece. He wrote "Accepted: W.B." Throughout Wallace's life, he corresponded by sending cards, that were art pieces to various people. My dad never thought of it as "Mail Art," but more as a personal correspondence to an individual. Dennis held on to this card until he passed away. His estate sold the work, but where it is a bit of a mystery to me. -Tosh Berman

 

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Wednesday, April 10, 2019




It's the middle-of-the-week, and I'm feeling the time is slipping between my fingers.  I have been editing my journals of 2014, which is part fiction, and non-fiction, with observations on various aspects of culture.  I also wrote a piece on music publisher/manager Irving Mills, who worked with Duke Ellington among other jazz greats of the early 1930s and so forth.  So it has been a productive week so far, but I have this feeling that I'm missing something urgent, and I just can't place my finger on it.  It's a time like this when I need to sink my body into a tub of hot water.  Alas, I did that already this morning.



Lun*na and I watched this film last night "The Great Silence" (Il Grande Silenzio) and it's a remarkable film on many levels.  For one, the hero dies at the end of the film, and the bad guy wins.  Klaus Kinski plays the bad bounty hunter who is a ruthless murderer.   Jean-Louis Trintignant is the voiceless gunslinger who is on the side of the persecuted outlaws.  The ending of the film depressed me, which caused some disturbing dreams throughout the night.  Also, it was extremely windy, and I was hearing sounds that I never heard before in Los Angeles.  Banging, and just the whistle of the wind itself.   It fits perfectly with the mood of "The Great Silence."  The film is directed by Sergio Corbucci.



The night before we watched Dennis Hopper's "The Last Movie" which is sort of a home movie of Topanga life, but of course, filmed in Peru.  I have seen this film at least twice, but some time ago. So, watching it now, especially after my memoir came out (TOSH: Growing Up In Wallace Berman's World) it is really a visual and moving scrapbook of my life during those years, which is the early 1970s.  It is truly the last movie because I feel everything afterward had changed into another era.  Dennis wasn't the Easy Rider Dennis anymore, and in many ways, "The Last Movie" put a wrench in his career as a Hollywood film director.  Dennis was never an artist filmmaker, like Bruce Conner or even my dad, but more of a mainstream visionary who built a rope bridge between the two cultures. One is old studio Hollywood, and the other was 'new' Hollywood, and after the Last Movie, it went back to just the old world.  There were blimps here and there, but nevertheless, things went back to the old life.

Today, I visit my Uncle and go to a work-related party for the upcoming Printed Matter Art Book Fair, which will take place at MOCA.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Dennis Hopper - Interview Retrospective 2008 | part 1 (Wallace Berman)





Dennis Hopper was an old friend of my dad, Wallace Berman.  Here's an interview he gave for Arte.tv regarding knowing and hanging out with my dad. I wrote about this in my book "Tosh: Growing Up in Wallace Berman's World" (City Lights)   Thanks to Kevin Bradford for bringing this footage to my attention.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Andy Warhol Screen Tests on Tosh Talks





Andy Warhol Screen Tests on Tosh Talks

Andy Warhol is too huge of a subject matter for one show. So, on "Tosh Talks" I focus on the Andy Warhol Screen Tests, as well as the film "Empire," which is his portrait of the Empire State Building. Warhol did a series of portraits of people he worked with at his Factory, as well as those who just stopped by like Dennis Hopper, Ann Buchanan, and Edie Sedgwick. "13 Most Beautiful..." is a superb DVD released by Plexifilm. "Andy Warhol Screen Tests" edited by Callie Angell is a must-have book for anyone who is interested in Andy Warhol as well as his cinema. This is one of my favorite episodes. - Tosh Berman.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Dennis Hopper "Colors, The Polaroids" Essay by Aaron Rose (Damiani)

ISBN: 978-88-6208-476-5 Damiani
Dennis Hopper did many things. Known as an actor, filmmaker, artist, art collector, and photographer. His strongest fields for me, is his acting, photographs, and of course, his art collection. The two that stand out is his great sense of the eye for art and his understanding of that medium, whatever it's paintings, colleges or sculpture. He's also a fantastic photographer. The various books that have come out for the last ten or so years are all pretty good. He was always in the right place and time, and his camera/eyes recorded those moments magnificently. 

I have lived in Los Angeles for the most of my life, and I have seen and lived among graffiti walls, side of buildings and sidewalks for my entire adult life. One thing that never goes away in Los Angeles is graffiti. I hate it. For one reason, I love architecture, and I like how walls and concrete look like just a wall or a piece of concrete. The naked texture of the side of a wall is something of beauty to me. When someone paints on it, or use it as a canvas, I feel I'm cheated of the original vision of that structure. Writing this, I know I'm someone in the minority who sees graffiti, both as art and message board, as something of an eyesore for me. There are exceptions, of course, but 98% of the graffiti around Los Angeles is pretty depressing. Dennis Hopper felt another way about it.

"Colors The Polaroids" more likely were Dennis' research material of his making for the film he was about to make called 'Colors." The story of two LAPD cops dueling with the local street gangs. In preparation, Hopper went through his neighborhood of Venice California and elsewhere to document various gang graffiti. On a sociology level, graffiti is fascinating. It's a coded language within a particular group, as well as a message for other gangs. The act of covering up one's graffiti and replacing it with their writing has been a practice for decades. There is that, but Hopper is also looking at the graffiti as works of art, or paintings. As much as I loathe graffiti, there is clearly an aesthetic going on. It is a craft if not always an art. 

The Hopper book is interesting with the fact that he was recording these images for his film, but also a dual interest in it as painting. The way he photographs these walls - mostly shot closely and straight on, I can feel he loved the imagery of this world. Also that he used a Polaroid either means he wanted results right away and not wait for the images for a day or so (before digital photography of course), or he liked the instant playback and almost artless aspect of such a camera and its use. The truth is, the Polaroid is a highly aesthetic as well. It has its limitations, but that sometimes turns the artist onto that medium. Most of the writings on the side or wall have to be done quickly for their safety sake as well as not being caught by the cops or property owners - so in that sense, an instant camera serves the same purpose. You have one shot at it, and that's it. 

The introduction/essay by Aaron Rose is pretty good. For the hardcore Los Angeles citizen as well as being a fan of Dennis Hopper. Then the book is for you.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

July 23, 2014



July 23, 2014

I may not really remember the plot of a book, but I always remember the character as well as where I read the book.   Raymond Chandler’s “Farewell My Lovely” was read in Taos New Mexico sometime in 1974.  Which means I was somewhere between the age of 19 and 20.  I remember reading this book because it was the book I took for this trip to Dennis Hopper’s ranch in Taos, for a family vacation.  At the time, Dennis wasn’t around, I think he was on location making a film, but what I do remember was the hostility between Dennis’ camp and the citizens of Taos.  At the time, it felt like to me that I was placed on the border of the West Bank and Israel.  I can’t remember their names, or the main host or person taking care of Dennis’ home, but what I do clearly remember is our first night in Taos, and trying to locate a restaurant for our first dinner in Taos with the Dennis camp.  It seemed when we went into a restaurant, it became closed.  It was on the fourth try that we found a place that would serve us.  I think it was Fonda hotel that served us dinner that night.  After dinner, we all got in a van and drove around the town.  The citizens of Taos who were on the street sort of gave a dirty look to the van whenever we passed them.   We even went past the neighborhood movie theater, which ironically enough belonged to Dennis.  It seems like he booked Bunuel films for the theater.   What was really noticeable was the gunshots and holes throughout the building, including the lighted marquee.  Dennis' friends didn't seem to notice or cared about this fact, but I thought for sure this couldn't be a good sign.



When we got to the house later that night, and prepare for sleeping, I became aware that everyone living there was armed.  It seemed that there have been gunshots towards the house over the last few months, and luckly no one was hurt, but the feeling was that there was consistent danger of someone coming into the household and killing everyone.  At least that was my thought as I tried to enter a world of sleep that night.   A few days before I left for Taos, I purchased a used copy of "Farewell My Lovely" from a used bookstore in Santa Monica.   It was a cool mass market paper back from the UK and according to the copyright page it was published sometime in the late 1950s.  The edition and author were perfect for the car trip as well as something to read at the Hopper compound.  Well, that was the first thought, the truth is I held on to that book as something that may either save me from being shot to death, or better yet, an escape route from this hellish family vacation.



Dennis’ home used to be owned by Mabel Dodge, who was a wealthy patron of the arts, and eventually moved to Taos to start an arts colony.  She died in 1962, at her home.   One of her famous guests was D.H. Lawrence, and they had a fraught relationship.  She wrote a memoir about her years with Lawrence called “Loreno in Taos.” So one could feel the vibrations of the house but it was in total conflict with the outside world.  My mother mentioned that she saw an old woman standing by the drive-way one day while we left to pick up breakfast.  She later recognizes her as Mabel Dodge, due to a photograph of her that was in the household.  There is something very spiritual about the Taos landscape that I personally find terrifying.



I picked up one other book that I found in the Hopper residence, and that was "The Rosicrucian Cosmo-Conception" by the Christian occultist, astrologer and mystic, Max Heindel.  I was drawn to this book because I found it in my bedroom, and it was obviously ancient.  When I was looking at the copyright page, it was dated 1909.   I read bits and piece of it, but it wasn’t Raymond Chandler, that’s for sure.  The most interesting part of the book is when he wrote about the “invisible plans, ” which there are many.  There is our life on this planet (i.e. Taos) and then there're different forms of consciousness that transcends the known physical universe. Nevertheless it did seem to me at the time to be the perfect book to have in Taos.  I gained the impression that I was living among a cult or worst yet, several cults.  The only place that I felt safe was the Fonda Hotel, just because it appears to attract people from outside the state and they seemed (to me) perfectly normal.



I counted the moments and seconds till we left the area.  I never felt more secure and alive when we headed back towards Los Angeles, a city of dreams, and a city that Max Heindel spent a great deal of time as well.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

February 8, 2014



February 8, 2014


James Dean and Dennis Hopper came to visit my father’s studio that he shared with Bob Alexander on Sawtelle Boulevard.  Dennis and Jim were shooting “Rebel Without a Cause” and became tight buddies at the time.  Mostly due to their mutual love for the writings by English aesthetic John Ruskin.  Their director Nick Ray, suggested that to get into their ‘roles’ in the film they should read Ruskin’s “Selected Writings, ” which is sort of the Sees Candy Sampler of his numerous essays regarding poetry, architecture and of course painting.  Nicholas Ray had a deep interest in architecture as well as painting. Some have commented that the famous outfit James Dean wore in “Rebel,” was the colors of the American flag.

Bob had some connection with Dennis, which led his introduction to Wallace, my dad.   At the time, Hopper was a great deal into the arts and was just starting to get his collection together.  He didn’t have that much money at the time, but he would buy art from the artist, and pay them a weekly payment.   Dennis and Wallace had an immediate understanding of each other.  It got to the point that if Wallace started a sentence, then Dennis would finish it.  James Dean caught the flow of their conversation, and it has been stated that he brought this to the film set, specially his scenes with Sal Mineo.  Articulation in language is important, but Dean and Ray also know that what is not being said is equally significant as well.



At this meeting, Dean was quiet, but was totally soaking the experience in.   Wallace’s first words to him were “Do you want a beer?” Dean said “yeah’ and Wallace went over to his work table and took a can that was attached to a six-pack, which was not cold and threw it over to Dean.  He caught it in his right hand.  The moment brought to bear in mind my dad and Dean’s love for baseball.   As a kid, Jimmy was a fine player, and before the acting bug got to him, he was daydreaming of being in a professional team.  Wallace, on the other hand, even though good at playing baseball, never ever thought of being a professional athlete.   The thought of working under someone was unbearable to him.  On the other hand, he did admire the sport of playing pool or cards.  Here one can master their own destiny of sorts.


Jimmy and Dennis came to the studio by driving their matching Triumph motorcycles.  Wallace and Bob were both impressed with the machines.  Never trained as an engineer, or the skills of being a mechanic, but nevertheless Wallace had a profound appreciation for machinery and what it can add to one’s life.   Jimmy asked Wallace if he was willing to take a ride with him.   He said “sure. ”
Wallace got on the back of the bike, with Jimmy in the front.  He held Jimmy’s waist, and off they went.  Dean drove up to Sunset Boulevard and was going pretty fast around the sharp curves.  What surprised Dean was Wallace yelling in the air, like it was an amusement ride on Coney Island.  This made Jimmy happy, because he always wanted to be in a position or with someone who appreciates the moment.   Not its past or future, but now.

They eventually wound up at the Griffith Observatory.  Jimmy and Wallace looked over the distance and both were quiet.  Dean mentioned to my dad that tomorrow they will be filming up here, and Dennis will be in the scene as well.   Jimmy never told anybody this, but before shooting a scene at a location, he liked to visit that specific place before work starts.  A day or two days before the shoot is ideal for him.  It is not only the script and the other actors or director that’s vital to him, but also place.  He took into account the fact that a location can change, or have its meaning changed when sharing it with other people.

Some months ago, he invited a photographer friend of his to go with him back home.   In Dean’s mind, they would do a photo shoot of all his hang-out places when he was a kid or student at high school.  What surprised him was the fact that just bringing a photographer with him, regardless of the fact that he was a great friend, it somehow changes the place into something new.  Dean can look like he’s in the past, but the fact is he’s very much into the ‘now. ' Going back to the past, was just an illusion.  Film can make the big lie that one is going back to a specific time, but the fact is the audience is watching the film ‘now. ’

Dean didn’t have to explain any of this to my father.  In fact, they said basically nothing up there at the Observation and looked at the vast landscape in front of them in total silence.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Dennis Hopper Double Standard

Dennis Hopper Double StandardDennis Hopper Double Standard by Julian Schnabel

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


A rush-released catalog to go with the speedy put-together Dennis Hopper exhibition at Los Angeles' MOCA. Timing due to Hopper's illness. Sadly his cancer overtook him before the opening. Nevertheless it is an interesting show and small catalog. With respect to credits, and who's who in the photographs, there are some mistakes, but again, it is understandable due to the speed production with respect in putting this small, but must-have book out, especially if you go see the show.

Dennis was one of those great personalities that were in the right place and the right time. He was a fantastic portrait photographer, but I think a so-so visual artist. I think the problem (if it is even a problem) is that he was such a major fan of the artists of his lifetime. Of course he was a great friend (my father for instance) of many of the artists that he collected - and god, he had a great eye for the art. His instinct was right-on the pulse of what was happening around his world. Also he had great glamour. And that sounds kind of light, but it shouldn't be meant that way. He had a presence when he walked into a room. Dennis carried not only himself, but also a whole tradition of Hollywood turning into a different type of engine, as well as the visual arts that was exploding in the late 50's and 1960's.

So a lot of the artwork he made seems like homage to another artist. He had style (lots of it) but it doesn't convey in the paintings/collages. But his photos are something else. I sense Hopper had a great style in that medium. The photos in the exhibition are hung salon style. Meaning they are all over the walls - and it is fun to focus on them from the center of the room.

So the book itself is a reminder of a show - and there are for sure better books out on his artwork and photography. Nevertheless Dennis Hopper is going to be missed on this planet. And it’s nice to go into a room of his artwork/photos because they remind you of the exciting visual world of the 60's and beyond. So yeah the work itself is ok, but what they represent to Dennis was an exciting new world at the time.

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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Dennis Hopper Exhibition in Paris with Artwork by Wallace Berman


Dennis Hopper is having a retrospective of his films as well as his artwork and photographs in Paris at the La Cinematheque. Not only that he will also be exhibiting his personal art collection. And in that collection with fellow artists like Ed Ruscha, Warhol, Rauschenberg among others is Wallace Berman.

Dennis has some great Berman works in his collection and I strongly suggest that if you are in Paris, one should drop by and see the exhibition. And the catalogue is fantastic as well.

The show runs from October 15 to January 19, 2009.

The address:

La Cinematheque
51, rue de Bercy
75012 Paris France

Access:

Metro: Bercy
Bus: 24, 64, or 87

Friday, October 12, 2007

Andy Warhol's TARZAN AND JANE REGAINED, SORT OF...

The Musuem of Moving Image in New York City are showing an Andy Warhol retrospective, and one of the (many) gems they are showing is a film with my father, Wallace Berman and his son (yours truly) Tosh Berman called "Tarzan and Jane Regained, Sort Of..." Made in 1964.



The film also stars Taylor Mead (as Tarzan) and Dennis Hopper



And Naomi Levine as Jane


My Dad plays the heavy, and fights with Tarzan (Mead). And I am Tarzan's son "Boy." And like all child actors, my life is now in ruins! Nevertheless a part of the film was shot at our house in Beverly Glenn.

The film is playing with the legendary "Blow Job," a classic of big portions.

Saturday, October 20, 6:30 P.M.