East of Eden (1955) dir. Elia Kazan

…it’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world. Don’t ask me how I know that. I just know it. It makes you mean and violent and cruel. And that’s the way Cal has always felt, all his life. I know you didn’t mean it to be that way, but it’s true. You never gave him your love. You never asked him for his. You never asked him for one thing.

“James Dean made just three pictures, but even if he had made only one he would still be the greatest male star of the ’50s. The pictures are East of Eden, Rebel Without a Cause, Giant. Just the titles evoke epic visions, and all three films live up to their titles, constituting a three part heroic poem on atomic age youth, its beauties and its obsessions… James Dean was the perfect embodiment of an eternal struggle. It might be innocence struggling with experience, youth with age, or man with his image. But in every aspect his struggle was a mirror to a generation of rebels without a cause. His anguish was exquisitely genuine on and off the screen; his moments of joy were rare and precious. He is not our hero because he was perfect, but because he perfectly represented the damaged but beautiful soul of our time.” — Andy Warhol (via jamesdeandaily)

Dean seemed to thrive on dangerous stunts, and he used his motorcycle as his instrument more than once. I always refused to get on the back of it when he drove. “Why,” he would ask, “Yuh scared?”
"Yes, Jim, I’m scared," I once answered. "You take too many chances."
We were in front of my place, and he gunned the motor and took off. I would have stopped him and gotten my camera for some shots, but he was already zooming towards Park Avenue. I went inside. About fifteen minutes later my doorbell rang. I hadn’t heard any loud crashes, but was still relieved to see Jimmy when I opened the door.
"That was a short trip," I said and smiled. "Glad to see you back alive." He headed for the couch and settled in for an argument. He talked about the exhileration of taking chances and how great that felt. I am by nature more cautious, do our discussion was lively. We finally wound around to bullfighting and Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon.
His eyes lit up and he leaned forward as he insisted that “Old Hemingway squeezed the juice out of life.”
I agreed.
"I’m not going to live past 30," he said, and smiled, looking intently at me.

Jimmy could be vulgar in a little boy kind of way. He had this tire iron in his hand and came over to where I was sitting on the car and said to me, “Here, hold this,” and handed me the iron. So I said, “Okay,” and took it. Then he looked at me and said, “Have you ever felt anything so hard?” And everybody just cracked up. I wanted to die! I don’t remember what I said - “Wouldn’t you like to know” or something like that and threw it back at him. Jimmy could be so rotten, but then so cute, that I just couldn’t stay mad at him. - Beverly Long

James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause.

James Dean in “The Unlighted Road” 1955.

I wasn’t going to post about this, but I’m too excited, I had to share! The mural you see in the middle picture has been hanging up in downtown Fairmount for 2 years now, its become very faded and has been taken down. My friend David, whom is the owner and curator of The James Dean Gallery has hired me to create the new mural that will be hung in the spot of the old mural. Its going to be a whopping 9ft by 9ft, and as of right now, I am half way finished. I will post pictures of my finished product.

(The new mural will be hung up when I arrive in Fairmount, around July 4th, as I’m spending the entire month of July in Fairmount…needless to say, I’m excited!)