Thursday, December 31, 2015
As for us, this year we're with the terrier presented to us by dear Mr. Addams in a rare non-macabre mood. Although I don't think, knowing Our Little Condo as I do, that there will be much in the way of festivities to lure us to the windows.
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Friday, December 25, 2015
A very Merry day to all, from Mr. Muscato, Koko, Boudi and me, with a little help from Ike and Mamie's 1960 Christmas greeting - a Café tradition, on and off, since 2009. There's just something about those calligraphic bangs that sends me into gales of giggles.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Another time the year goes 'round; another chance to revisit one of my earliest memories...
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Hard to believe it's just a couple of years before little Susie there will be demanding cha-cha heels and knocking over the tree. A sentiment that, on opening her fourth Hoover household appliance, Mum can more than sympathize with.
And what the hell did a Keymatic do?
Friday, December 11, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Well, it's time to kick off the festive season, and with that comes traditions - few dearer to me than starting off each year with this little gem as the first Christmas song I listen to on purpose (as opposed to all the elevator music that's been being pumped out hither and yon since something like the week after Labor Day).
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
So my new office, now that the good people of Golden Handcuffs Amalgamated International have moved our exiguous little unit up closer to the mother ship, as it were, is rather centrally located. Because we are in Our Nation's Capital, it's come as no surprise that one thing that means is that we are near museums.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Emma Lazarus
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Well, if nothing else, we certainly picked a good week to have a news blackout. Instead of dealing with the multiple awfulnesses and idiocies of the past seven days or so, I got to look at Caribbean sunrises. Here's one, in case you need it.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
I posted something lighter-hearted earlier today; now that seems inappropriate. Maybe it will come back on a better day.
Tonight there can only be Piaf, the Little Sparrow and her "Hymne à l'amour." I have to believe, no matter how the awful the moment may be, love will win. It seems a fine and correct coincidence that the film this is from is called Paris Still Sings.
Maybe not tonight, but it will again, and soon. Love wins.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
The great Miss Karen Akers takes a staple of M. Brel and, simply by the way she sings "In Flanders field the poppies die" turns a bittersweet love song into a sweetly bitter song that seems wholly appropriate for this eleventh day of the eleventh month.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Well - the title is close. No hussies this week, but more than enough hissy fits at the office. We moved, you see, and believe me, there is something about an office move that does not bring out the best in one's colleagues.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
Today, whoever it is who handles Things Digital for Miss Debbie Harry and company decided to startle me by pointing out that this little ditty first thrilled the waiting world 37 years ago today. As is now quite routine, I feel Old.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
An Excellent Woman in her natural habitat, at a jumble sale
With fall coming on - the trees in the landscape beyond our little terrace are turning, and the mornings are increasingly chilly when I go to walk the dogs - my thoughts as usual turn to things cozy and familiar. As a result, I am rereading Excellent Women.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Like most great stars, she had a face the camera loved; even more, she had a coloring that the tricky, fickle Technicolor camera turned into something as rich as cream and as a invigorating as a dose of cinnamon.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Grainy photographs, pictures of neatly dressed, stone-faced people, walking, signs in hand. Making history. I'm reading a great book right now, kids, and I think you should, too.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
This stunning image, Irving Penn's 1951 snap of model Lisa Fonssagrives at a palace in Morocco, appeared in this morning's throwaway free paper, in among the sports scores and banal headlines, and my whole day has been the better for it.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Well, darlings, on the (I'm sure very) off chance that your weekend hasn't turned out to be quite as soigné as perhaps you were hoping, why don't we drop in on Mr. Hefner and see what's happening up at his place? As it turns out, the marvelous soul queen Carla Thomas has popped by as well, doing something rather magical to "Where do I Go?" from Hair.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Orchids and royalty in Mrs. Post's front hall
The end of another week, elhamdulileh, and a busy one it's been, too, with some odd and unexpected ups and downs.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Canton Palace, Ohio, 1980
One of the little joys of my
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Earlier this week we celebrated National Poetry Week, and while I missed out, here, belatedly, is my contribution: Dame Edith Sitwell intoning her hypnotic "Through Gilded Trellises" against Sir William Waton's evocative, spare music from Facade.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Here to brighten up what is, at least in Our Nation's Capital, a gray and dreary day, one of the United Kingdom's most distinguished thespians. And I bet you thought her appearance in Caligula was as far a cry as one could imagine from The Queen.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Well, she's done it, and if it the "it" is simply having lived this long, the manner in which she's done it comes as close as I can imagine one human's efforts could to actually deserving the global outpouring of praise and sheer affection that's coming her way.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
I don't believe I'd thought of Martin Milner, in anything more than the most fleeting of ways, in 20 years, at least until the sad news of his journey to Fabulon came out over the weekend.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
I don't know about you, but I seem to know a startlingly large number of people who are Jayne Mansfield fans - serious ones, too, not just glancingly nostalgic ones.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
So I pulled a Bueller today. I decided mid-morning that, given the choice of staying in Cubeland at Golden Handcuffs or heading home, napping with the dogs, and taking a swim in the condo pool (not, perhaps, quite as scenic as the one shown here in a fetching snap by dear Mr. Slim Aarons), and given that it is already the last week of summer, I really had no choice at all. Off to the Metro it was.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Over in another corner of the cyberverse, dear TJB has noted that today would have been the 102nd birthday of a now nearly forgotten lady who was once one of the great éminences grises of Broadway and Hollywood, Sylvia Fine Kaye.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
In honor of today, the 132nd anniversary of the eruption of Krakatoa, a cataclysm that killed thousands and had repercussions as far away as Europe and the Americas, this admittedly only marginally related little gem (and accompanying favorite memory) that originally appeared here on August 4, 2012.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Because I have a useless mind, one that retains bits and pieces from the distant past, but not, unfortunately, vital information put before it yesterday, I can tell you that today would have been my paternal grandparents' 95th wedding anniversary. This happy couple, I should note, is not they, but it might as well have been, for isn't there something almost wholly interchangeable about most wedding pictures?
Monday, August 17, 2015
The news from Bangkok is horrifying. When you read about the bombing of the Erawan Shrine, with the chaotic pictures taken in the dark of a scene that's impossible, really, to decipher except as the latest in the long and endless string of acts of pointless, horrible political violence that stud the world, I want you to remember this picture.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
I don't usually, magpie-like, post things I run across on other, infinitely more-trafficked sites, but over at his shiny new digs, dear JoeMyGod did us the favor yesterday of spreading the word about this gem, and I can't resist.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
For no good reason other than it's a dull Tuesday, let's look in on Sra. Peron as she picks a chapeau from her imposing collection. The year is 1950, and Life is there, in the person of the excellent photographer Gisele Freund (whom I most know from her photographs of Virginia Woolf, which are disconcertingly in color - if only the same were true of these hats!).
Monday, August 10, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Sunday, August 2, 2015
With the sad tale of Cecil and the Despicable Dentist so much in the news, I thought it would be nice to check in with a far luckier lion. This regal specimen lords it over the principal lawn of Hillwood, the resplendent home of the rather-resplendent-herself Marjorie Merriweather Post.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Mrs. Marie Beazley, Harry Bloomfield, 1923
Collection of the Classical Arts Research Centre,
Faculty of Classics, Oxford University.
I seem to be on something of a portrait jag this summer; I do hope you'll forgive me.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
For no good reason except that we both have more than our wont of leisure these days, My Dear Sister and I have taken to writing long letters to each other. Granted, they're e-mails, but still somehow it feels terribly Edwardian to be communicating in something other than statuses or Tweets...
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
I had a nice long stroll around Our Nation's Capital yesterday, and I grabbed the opportunity to drop into the National Portrait Gallery and pay my respects to some old familiar faces.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
As part of my ongoing efforts to share with you lucky Gentle Readers the treasures of Egyptian pop culture, herewith we find the ensemble once billed as the Supremes of the Nile. I don't know that I'd go that far, but they certainly had their moment. And their hairdos.