Thursday, April 23, 2015

Talk of the Town

In these low days it's such common knowledge that even stock-photo models know all about it:  Stephen Haines is stepping out on Mary.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Many Happy Returns to a Pretty Nice Girl

So now she's 89 and a day.  I was remiss in missing the big day yesterday, but it still seems worth noting.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Keep Breathing

It occurred to me that I've been remiss of late in my occasional mission to bring to a wider audience the splendors of Arab pop; the little gem above should take care of that for a while, with a new twist...

Saturday, April 4, 2015

A Very Mary Easter

Having now perused several galleries of vintage stills for this weekend's holiday (including this very special one from which the treasure above is culled), I can tell you one thing:

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Monday, March 30, 2015

The Fickle Finger...

So I'm still, mostly, stuck at home, and with the time not spent entertaining Rick the Physical Therapist, exercising to "Pee-Wee's Playhouse" (my current routine being conveniently the length of one episode), or catching up on old movies and new TV, I'm spending far too much time on the Interwebs.  It's got me thinking.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Shameless Sunday Camp Explosion: A Happy Song

Sometimes the depth of what I don't know really startles me.  How, for example, could I never have heard of Folies Bergère de Paris, a nifty little confection from 1935 that ends with this remarkable number?

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Portrait Gallery: The First Mr. Streisand

For no particularly good reason other than I must be on the mend, as eye candy is once again appealing, Mr. Elliott Gould, once upon a time.  I don't know about you, but I'm intrigued; say what you will, Babs has good taste in more than just music...

Monday, March 23, 2015

Friday, March 20, 2015


I'm just going to let dear Miss Durbin (looking uncharacteristically sultry - she is rocking that Vera West gown) sing us into the new season.  Which started, this morning, with snow.  Bother.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A Fond Return

Bonus points to the clever Gentle Readers who know for 
what poem this charming illo was originally intended...

So it seems I'm getting better.  I won't say it's all been roses, but from the beginning one is told over and over again that every day brings a little improvement, and on the whole that's proving true.  The mental and physical fog that follows the sort of things I've been through is lifting, and my convalescence, as of this week, is heading in new directions.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Pardon the Interruption

Sometimes life just walks up and slaps you upside the head, and if you've been wondering where I've been, that's pretty much what's happened.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Street Life

You know I'm not one for hyperbole, darlings (stop snickering), but this woman is something of a genius.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Miss and Madame

Perhaps it's just that I'm getting a little stir-crazy in this five-star gilded prison, but today I'm feeling literary.  Fortunately, there are not one but two significant moments of which to take note, and they have a certain unlikely symmetry.

Monday, January 26, 2015

It's Not a Question of "If"

Awfully definite, this, don't you think?  Unnervingly, it appears in every elevator in this large hotel complex, and it's getting me down.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Friends and Acquaintances

“I looked in on Chips in London and found the Duchess of Kent, her sister Countess Toren, the reigning Prince and Princess of Liechtenstein, the Ranee of Kapurthala and the King of Egypt’s sister. It was like a stamp album."

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Monday, January 19, 2015

Satay and the City

Well, I got here.  It took more than 30 hours, two flights, a bus ride across the vast and featureless expanse of Tokyo expressways that connect one airport, Narita, with another, Haneda, and finally a mad scramble through earliest-morning traffic here in Bangkok, but at length I arrived.