Not art. Just stuff.

McQueen

Printers' plates for newspaper ads for Bullitt and LeMans

Collage by Richard Prince on Bridge T-shirt

Steve's bound copy of Junior Bonner

Movies

John Ford's deskplate
from World War II

Provenance: Burt Reynolds Collection

Promotional pizza box for The Safdies’ Good Time

The Duke of Death
prop dime novel from Unforgiven

Little Bill Daggett (Gene Hackman) pronounces the title "The Duck of Death" while giving the incarcerated English Bob (Richard Harris) -- the novel's subject -- shit about its wildly exaggerated narrative.

Production memento
The King of Comedy

Gifted to Jerry Lewis by Robert de Niro

Prop ‘Death From Above’ Air Cav Playing Card from Apocalypse Now, with my draft card

Provenance: Dean Tavoularis, the film's production designer

Production design sketches for the Bunny costumes in Apocalypse Now

Provenance: Jerry Lewis office

Raymond Chandler's copy of his screenplay from the James M. Cain novel, and a still of the alternate ending where Fred MacMurray goes to the gas chamber instead of dying in Edward G. Robinson's arms. The execution scene was deemed too much for the moviegoing public.

Statuette of Kim Jong Il from Team America: World Police

Title Cards

As a company called Pacific Title has slowly liquidated its inventory at various Entertainment Memorabilia auctions, title cards have become a collecting thing. Back in the day, credits were rolled over static backdrops that were hand painted. I bought two from The Searchers at auction: the one which was shot behind the credit “Directed by John Ford” and another which ran with “Natalie Wood / Ward Bond.” The one for John Wayne went for the biggest money of the lot. I missed that one but Ford was the one I really wanted anyway, and Natalie/Ward was just a bonus pickup. What struck me was that they painted different adobe brick walls for each credit. Who would have even noticed if they had used the same one?

3 press-used photos of Charles Laughton from Ruggles of Red Gap, and one from "real life" with Elsa Lanchester and Carmen Miranda

Hitchcock

Pressbook for Notorious with that key

Production design sketch of Bates Motel sign for Psycho

Promotional bust of Alfred Hitchcock

Altered States

Narcotics Identification Guide (promotional item for The Panic in Needle Park)

Chinese opium pillows acquired in Chiangmai

Signed by the author, who synthesized and first ingested LSD

Reading material for your dentist's waiting room

I got the card but never carried it.

Promotional brochure for quaaludes.

Eulogy for Timothy Leary by Hunter S. Thompson

from an edition of 326, 300 numbered and 26 lettered. This is Copy "J"

Six pins with the same message

From Encino Man: "Link's from Estonia."

A room I would have liked to be in.

This is your mind on drugs…

Someone pencilled in this quote from A.G. (presumably Alan Ginsberg) in 1954:

"Given that there is an agreement between the FBI and the MAFIA to keep up the price of narcotics..."

Just in case you were not convinced by the rantings of Lamantia and Artaud...

A timely bootleg broadside taken from Zap 3

(September, 1968) where it first appeared in plain old black and white. Gotta love the subtle and skillful colorization.

Lit and Graphic Arts

S. Clay Wilson

S. Clay Wilson was R. Crumb's evil twin. Crumb gave us Mr. Natural, Wilson's creation was the Checkered Demon, who toggled between biker gangs and pirate bands (who can forget Captain Pissgums?). Sonny Barger was the founder of the Oakland chapter of the Hell's Angels in 1957 who went on to corporatize the organization. I have no idea who Nelson is (or was) except that he merited a Checkered Demon from Wilson.

Jim Thompson's TWA "Getaway" Card and first paperback edition of The Getaway

Association copy of Viva’s Superstar

Any guesses who Leonard is? Leonard Cohen? Leonard Bernstein? Jackie Leonard?

Day of the Locust

West’s Bible

West’s Bible is one of those too-good-to-be-true items – and maybe it is. The Bible is real, I’m just not sure that West himself placed the leaf where it resides. The cover is monogrammed “N. W. West” (West, né Nathan Weinstein, called himself “Nathan von Wallerstein West,” making him, in my grandmother’s parlance, a Jew afraid to smell from herring.) It came from West’s brother-in-law, S.J. Perelman. But the presence of a dried leaf marking Exodus 9-10 which describes the plague of locusts – anyone could have slipped that in along the way. Gilding the lily. “Salting” a Bible like one does a gold mine. But maybe not…

Hunter S. Thompson scribbles a note to himself for an idea for a 400 word story on a Vegas drinks card. It would morph into...
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Cars

Stickpin commemorating Jim Clark's 1965 Indianapolis win in a Ford-powered Lotus

Gifted by Colin Chapman to Clark

Von Dutch's shop sign

Note his suggestion to pinstripe your antiques.

Porcelainized sign for Plymouth dealer on Route 66 (the Mother Road)
c. 1970

The other French guy named Dreyfus

Rene Dreyfus (1905-1993) was a French racing driver who drove for Bugatti, Maserati, and Scuderia Ferrari before the war. After serving with distinction in the U.S. Armed Forces (he was in America racing when war broke out), he opened the restaurant Chanteclair and, though he did not race postwar, was the doyen of the East Coast racing scene.

He is best remembered for his victory over the all- conquering German “Silver Arrows” cars, underwritten by Hitler, at the Grand Prix of Pau in April 1938. Someone named Dreyfus beating the Nazis in a clearly inferior French car was a “score-one-for-the-Jews” moment.

It was also a formative memory for a young French boy named Eugene Nogue Sans, who would grow up to become a senior security official in France, what they call un haut functionnaire. Eugene was not quite nine years old when he saw Dreyfus whup the Bosch, and carried that memory with him through his wartime adolescence. He told me all this when he learned that I was a collector of prewar race cars, because he also happened to be the father-in-law of a friend of mine. For him, Dreyfus was a Resistance hero avant la lettre.

As it happens, I owned a Bugatti T-59 that Rene had raced at Monaco and elsewhere. We were acquaintances, the way I’m acquainted with some of the artists whose work I own. He even drove the car on occasion at Bridgehampton. I did not tell Eugene I knew Rene. Instead, I arranged for both of them to come to lunch at my house one day. I told Rene what I was up to, but preserved the element of surprise for Eugene, to whom I simply introduced this unassuming old man as M. Dreyfus, in the formal way one does among the French. Of course it is very gauche to ask someone in a French social setting anything so forward as what he does for a living. Rene probably would have described himself as a retired restaurateur anyway. I sat through the lunch like the cat who ate the canary, waiting for Eugene to figure out who was sitting opposite him. When it dawned on him who his lunch partner was, this tough cop started blubbering and crying. Likewise, it had been a long while since Rene had run into anyone who had been at Pau that glorious day. I thought they were going to start singing La Marseillaise at any moment, but that only happens in the movies.

Early caricature of Rene inscribed by him to me

Lex Vieux du Volant was originally a club of retired race drivers and old car enthusiasts dating back to before vintage race cars became negotiable securities. This porcelainized metal sign would have hung on a "Maison recommendée," (an inn or restaurant we like) but I couldn't tell you how a "maison" got itself "recommendée."

Cool sign, though, which always makes me think of Rene.

Publicity photo for Bridge stalwarts,
the Smothers Brothers Racing Team

Joanne Carson (Johnny Carson's second ex-wife)
was an avid amateur racer. She was a close friend of Truman Capote, who died in her home.

Grille badge for a club I'd like to join

Harry Miller

Harry A Miller was one of the greatest automotive designers of the twentieth century, kicking the Deusenberg brothers' ass on American board tracks and ovals in the twenties.

When the Indy formula changed with the Depression to make race cars look more like cars the public could buy, ace driver Leon Duray -- a/k/a The Black Prince (I kid you not) -- took two obsolete Miller Front Drive 91's, which had raced as the Packard Cable Specials, to Europe to see what kind of action he could drum up. At Monza, he broke the lap record during warmups, then blew the gearboxes (the cars were "roundy-rounders," not meant to turn except in a circle). The minds of the Europeans were also blown, as cars with three times the displacement could not keep up with the Prince's 1500 cc supercharged missiles. Ettore Bugatti in particular was intrigued, and he offered Duray two T-43 Bugattis -- the ne plus ultra of European luxury sports racing cars -- in exchange for the little 91s. Duray quickly accepted and decamped to Los Angeles. Each party thought they had gotten the better of the other, which in a certain sense is true. Duray pulled way more cash out of the deal than he could have by dumping two broken and obsolete race cars on the market, and Bugatti got donor cadavers from which he copied many important features in his race cars from the T-35 to the T-51 and, ultimately, the T-59. The "appropriation" of ideas was so strong that you could have put the Miller twin cam head directly on a Bugatti T 51 block! Automotive historian Griff Borgeson bought the two cars when he found them sitting derelict at the Bugatti factory in the late fifties. He donated one to the Indianapolis Speedway Museum and sold the other to Bill Harrah for his Vegas car museum. When Harrah's got bought by the Holiday Inn, the 91 went on the block and I bought it. After Chris Leydon got it running, I campaigned it for a while (including at the Monterey Historics, where I was invited by Monterey Historics founder Steve Earle to organize a "Miller Year" in 1993), I donated it to the Smithsonian, where it was once voted the single most popular car in its collection. When I restored it I also put back the original yellow and purple color scheme which had gotten somehow reversed during Harrah's quickie cosmetic restoration. Steve also made me a replica of the Black Prince's driving suit -- head to toe black, of course. Leon, seen here on the cover of Griff's book about the car, looked better in his than I ever did in mine. Preston Tucker may have gotten the Coppola biopic but Miller, who also died broke and on the skids, was just as much of a maverick American original.

Commemorative patch

Monterey Historic 20th Anniversary Races in Packard Cable Special colors.

Organizer Steve Earle chose to forego a corporate sponsor for his twentieth anniversary year and leave it to a small group of Miller obsessives, including me, to organize a Miller contingent.