Friday, 9 March 2012
Last weekend, I was in a film. And I was in a film the way the likes of Gloria Swanson happened to end up in films. By pure chance. The original actress couldn't make the shoot at short notice, so I found myself donning the romany gypsy outfit I had supplied. It was silent, and there had been no time to prepare. At the word action, the cameras rolled. And I hope I did my idols proud. If only there were more opportunities for a silent movie actress...
Saturday, 8 October 2011
For past few weeks, I have met a circle of souls who are all kindred spirits of the roaring age. So for this I bow down humbly to the powers of social media and the modern age, without which I would still be sat alone in my room with the lamp burning low, shrill cornet bleats and quivering voices rising from my gramophone. Surrounded by sepia photographs hanging around my head, I grieved that there would be no one else in the world with whom I could ever really share the magic of that world with.
In greedy haste, on pleasure bent,
We have no time to think, or feel
What need is there for sentiment
Now we've invented Sex Appeal?
We've silken legs and scarlet lips,
We're young and hungry, wild and free,
Our waists are round about the hips
Our shirts are well above the knee
We've boyish busts and Eton crops,
We quiver to the saxophone.
Come, dance before the music stops,
And who can bear to be alone?
Come drink your gin, or sniff your 'snow',
Since Youth is brief, and Love has wings,
And time will tarnish, ere we know,
The brightness of the Bright Young Things.
"Women of 1926" - James Laver.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
No, it's not by me, but I love this poem and it springs to mind today, October 4th, when in 1895 one of the greatest talents this world has seen was born. I am slightly biased, because he has had me spellbound since I was a 14 year old school girl; but let's ignore that for now. All you need to know is that he was one of the greatest film makers of all time, a lovely person - and today is his birthday!
by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
- Y heart is like a singing bird
- Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
- My heart is like an apple-tree
- Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
- My heart is like a rainbow shell
- That paddles in a halcyon sea;
- My heart is gladder than all these,
- Because my love is come to me.
- Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
- Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
- Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
- And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
- Work it in gold and silver grapes,
- In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
- Because the birthday of my life
- Is come, my love is come to me.
Friday, 2 September 2011
eBay has been very twenties generous recently. With these earrings, I'll certainly be ready for my close up...
...visit Jewellery By Costume Drama here.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Sadly, from a little research, it looks as though Mon Ame no longer exists in any form (although there is a tanning lotion in existence of the same name, which, with my pale complexion, is less than appealing).
So it will have to be that the admiration of this bottle is all the choice we have.
Perhaps you can treat yourself to one should you have a cool $2,700 going spare, as the link from Christie's suggests. Alternatively, there is currently one up for auction on eBay; and with six days remaining, it's currently at $152.50...