Showing posts with label Mrs. Majors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mrs. Majors. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Where Were You?


I honestly had no idea that Mattel had started pimping out the most obscure of its Barbie spin-offs - her baby sister Kelly, the doll for people who found Skipper too stimulating - but seeing that they have, I can't think of anything more fabulous than these faintly terrifying tiny-tot Charlie's Angels.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Angel

She was, in her way, the defining beauty of an era; she even turned out to be something of an actress, of the sort whose successes, fairly or not, are each treated as a surprise.

It was always odd and somehow unsettling to think of her as a 60-something invalid, and in time perhaps some of her less fortunate moments will fade and we will think of her as I think she would have liked, all hair, teeth, and California charm.

(Image from the fabulous photostream of Bouffant Headbutt)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Earth Angel

Let's think good thoughts today for a lady of unexpected grace and courage, one who has spent the better part of 40 years proving that she's more than just a pretty face (even as the material she had to work from often made that a surpassingly difficult task) - from bit parts, through Myra Breckinridge, on to posters, TV superstardom, and a surprisingly varied later career.

Farrah Fawcett may never have been the critics' darling, but she was and is a lovely woman and always an entertaining star, and now she is fighting for her life. Where there's fabulousness, there's hope.

(Image cribbed shamelessly from the extraordinary Woody1969)