Marlon Brando photographed by Lisa Larsen, 1948.
Play that funky music, likey.
Time Out interviews LIKEon John Waters as The Film Society of Lincoln Center honors him in New York.
How do you think [New York City has] changed since the ’60s?
It’s everywhere, not just here. I live in San Francisco, I live in Provincetown. They’re all the same, apart from Baltimore. Baltimore’s the only cheap place left. What I can sell this apartment for I can buy a mansion in downtown Baltimore, a beautiful mansion. A lot of kids are moving to Baltimore, because we have a great music scene and we’ve got edge. Come on down, we’ve got scary edge. But great edge—it’s still a city you can be a bohemian in. New York was scarier than Baltimore ever was. It was terrible in the ’70s. I’m glad they cleaned it up. I got mugged; I had to go to the hospital. Every time you went out, you got robbed. It was horrible, you can’t imagine. I saw a hooker taking a shit on the street in the daytime. Even I thought, This is a little much.
“When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action. I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing ‘Mr. Lonely.’ I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyonce’s.”
Joan Rivers, 1933-2014