Wednesday, March 25, 2015
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
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
Monday, February 2, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
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
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
“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
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.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
I'm in transit, but when the plane touched down in Tokyo and my phone whirred back to life, I was faced with a downpour of sorrow from Cairo, for Egyptian film lovers have lost "The Lady of the Arab Screen," the incomparable Faten Hamama. This really is going to be a tough year for movie lovers, isn't it?
Friday, January 16, 2015
I suppose it's churlish to complain, but you see, once again my implacable overlords in the executive corridors of Golden Handcuffs Consulting Amalgamated International have spoken. As a result, I'll be spending the upcoming festive holiday weekend trapped in the not-very-pleasant sections of a series of airplanes (not one of them BOAC, either), only to emerge sometime Monday on the far side of the earth.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
A swirling combination of furs, cigarettes, cocktails, mascara, and long, searching glances - this extraordinary combination of Pre-Code clips and the music of Florence + the Machine combines as well as anything I've ever seen to answer the question: Why does one so love film?
Sunday, January 11, 2015
2015 is really shaping up to be a bad year for legends, isn't it? Miss Rainer would seem, as the old year passed, to have set the tone, and today we say goodbye to Miss Anita Ekberg, seen here defining "fierce" in a casual little snap by that sweet beacon of innocence and sunshine, Mr. Helmut Newton.