JIMMY VARGAS...REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE...NORTH BEACH HUCKSTER

       SAN FRANCISCO… last decade of the 20th Century.

       Nowsville.

I’m chain-dragging my past forward with me as an eternal side-windering’ drinkin’ compadre.

My beat noir is now North Beach, Broadway.  

Why haven’t I returned to the glittering graveyard that was the Hollywood of my past life?

Well, the L.A. that I used to haunt and hustle of fifty years since, no longer spins its’ allure over me.

L.A. is all xeroxed insouciance and shamour, a dolled up, cosmeticised death...

It ain’t my neighbourhood no more.

So I’ve shifted up a couple of degrees north for a more gothicised clime: San Francisco.

It’s also the Bay City where that perfume ether of that Shadow Bride of mine, for whom I still wait, is the

strongest in this present life.

And I sense she dangles a little bit of her veil here, her marble skin sculptured in the fog swirl, amplified by the dolant fragrance

of Lily of the Valley parfum.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE"

Photo: Elfes / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS..."REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

All the while she stalked and serenaded me with a phantom torch tune that I’d coined so long ago, honey lamenting the lachrymorose riff of my torch hymn ‘The Girl You Left Behind’ and she claimed it as hers by the satanique shimmer of my black stockings, lily fragrance and sorceress’ candles .

And I held on to that song like a lost lover’s memento, a scapula en-knotted, giving me holy water and hope but chokin’ me also.

She, this Shadow Bride, would usher forth on the chain-draggin’ melodies that cranked out of a trashcan jukebox, inveiglin’ me thru the gaseous whirly colours, into my neon haven.

And there she took on the doppelganger images of swing sisters and dead Hollywood sirenes… Lupe Vélez, Nita Naldi and Rita Hayworth, femme fatales and Black Dahlia doppelgangers, all women to whose heels I had once paid penance.

She flitted thru broken cabarets that I too haunted, and her hell raven curves would curse, peeka-booin' out of the slits of Chanel A-line skirts, her garter-belt sling shotting sexual innuendo, with her orbs materialising out of the diamond cat eyes from the back of her black- seamed Schiaparelli stockings, hypnotise hissin' me a route 666 to my yet unrealized hell...

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

From his multimedia dvd / E-Book 
“MY SHADOW BRIDE

Photo: Czerny / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS..."REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...

A still from JIMMY VARGAS' screen test for Eagle Lion Pictures.

"She took my Last Cigarette." (1947)

Based on the Vargas story of a Los Angeles racketeer from 1940's Hollywood, who in his reincarnation to present day West Coast is haunted by his Shadow Bride.

JIMMY VARGAS' multimedia dvd "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"

 Release date  April... 2011

                                      Astral film recaptured by Roman Czerny / Hartley

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"..."THE LAST CIGARETTE"

A still from the VARGAS / SCARLATTA screen test for Eagle Lion Pictures... "She took My Last Cigarette." (1947)

Based on the Jimmy Vargas story of a Los Angeles racketeer from 1940's Hollywood, who in his reincarnation to present day West Coast is haunted by his Shadow Bride.

JIMMY VARGAS' multimedia dvd "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"

 Release date  April 7th... 2011.

Astral film recaptured by Roman Czerny / Hartley

JIMMY VARGAS' DEATH SHOT..."REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"

Astral film cel of Jimmy Vargas' spirit leaving body after gunshot to back of head, December 23rd 1947. From the film vignette "Requiem for My Shadow Bride".

A multi-media dvd installation based on his life as a Los Angeles racketeer from 1940's Hollywood.

The Vargas multimedia dvd's release date is April 2011.

THE GNOSTIC FETISH OF MISS NATASSIA'S VESTMENTS....(2)

Those shimmering noir stockings that snake her limbs are seamed as a mandallah of the black silver cord, the life-force which caches our specialized soul caste from aeon to aeon.  

Her gorgeous gams, hosiery and skyscraper heels, such perfection that they are, are so regarded as the totem, the flag of our cause, that we even have a silhouette of those, her silk limbs on the top of all letterheads, in our earthly correspondence.

Her soft pink Girdle of Venus, that binds her womb is both a sash declaring dark re-birth, and also acts as an astrological appointment, that protects her as she flitters between the veils of the earth, the sun and the moon, the galaxy of Saturn and Jupiter.

(C) JIMMY VARGAS 2005 / 2010

(From the JIMMY VARGAS Book "Torchin at Tallulahs"

Multi media DVD out now on RESEARCH PUBLICATIONS.

Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR)

JIMMY VARGAS...SINTRODUCING THE MUSE OF TALLULAH'S BOUDOIR

The terpsichorean muse, who assists me in the day to day affairs of TALLULAHS inc, is the very divine Miss Natassia "Minx".

In her former American incarnation she was feted as Joan 'Kitty' Bennet. 

Joanie was a celebrated Hollywood soubrette herself, who had once strutted and slinked the Scarlet Streets of Los Angeles during it's gilt epoch, and as a result of exercising her free libidinous nature beyond the leer of the lens, tragically endured a righteous basting by the Hollywood machine that pimped her as such, and she was inevitably served up as a Sancta-Martyr-Harlot to low Pentecostal America and the Hearst tabloids that bayed blood and brought about her very public broiling.

Joan / Natassia's spirit has neither weathered nor withered however, but beams beatific as a glorious icon of forties fetish.
Because of Miss Natassia Minx's unique pedigree of glamour and noir as exercised in both private and public life, (for instance her ‘hosierotique’ domination of onscreen Romeos such as Warner Brother's Edward G. Robinson, and her very public cuckoldry of Husband / Director Walter Wanger,) she has earned the highest berth in my Tallulah’s Boudoir corporation, as the patroness of Hollywood Mannequins and Den Mother of all the showgirls we have here in our cabal.

Pictured in traditional gold sepia is my muse in her original incarnation as Joan Bennett out at the Academy Award 1941 with producer / husband / cuckold bait /  Walter Wanger.

And the second sepia blue pix of her as Natassia Minx in Astral form. Pixed by myself with a 1946 Capotromantic camera.

Oh yes, you may note that the treasured chinchilla coat she bears on her alba shoulders goes everywhere with her. It was a staple of her wardrobe in both her former flesh life and now in her new Ghostess incarnation as she haunts across the Hollywood death veil.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2005 / 2010

Excerpt from his Book “TORCHIN AT TALLULAHS”

Available as an E-Book on his multi media dvd “TALLULAHS”

(RESEARCH PUBS…SAN FRANCISCO)
Sepia Blue Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR

JIMMY VARGAS ..."THE BIRTH OF A FORTIES FETISH MINX""

You are birthed from my  Zippo lighter, a film cel of screen goddess Joan Bennett, and the gossamer web of nineteen forties holy hosiery.

I gave you life, I gave you your name, my Natassia Minx

Sending you out to skirt Los Angeles at twilight, a vampirella in her funereal mourning suit.
Performing a serendipitous striptease, you discard your snake gloves, Schiaparelli serge skirt, Pink Venus girdle and satana stockings on the doorstep of Hollywood's sub-consciouness.

And when you have drawn from them all that you need, you will come back to poppa, my diabolical little minx.

(C) JIMMY VARGAS 2005/ 2010

From the Jimmy Vargas' Book / DVD... "Torchin' at Tallulah's"
Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR