
My post today is my favorite picture from the wedding of Princess Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge. For more on why I am so fond of this picture and the whole royal spectacle, go here:
stories, some that are still being formed, some that went over the transom in the last century

My brit today is Chef Paul Courtney, head of the McVities test kitchen, seen here sampling a trial run of Prince William's groom's cake, a McVities chocolate biscuit cake. There are so many things to love about this picture. Love it some more yourself at this link to an article about the royal wedding cakes.
This post is for Thursday.
Henry Ian Cusick played Jesus in 'The Gospel of John,' and I recently re-watched the 3 hour version on DVD. Its script is simply word for word John's book of the New Testament. The storytelling is good, the film is beautiful, and watching it this time of year, I'm compelled to reflect on my own touchy relationship with Christianity. Christianity, or Xianity as I called it when I had to write it dozens of times in college history notes, is my culture, not my religion.
If you are interested on hearing my thoughts on being a non-religious admirer of Jesus, go here:


My daughter returned from her trip last night, and I asked her if she recognized much of the Champs Elysees from all the times I've drawn her into watching the final stage of the Tour de France. She said of course! It would be hard not to have memorized every one of those hallowed cobbles--the final stage always ends in Paris with humpteen circuits of the famous course.
We all know this scene will end badly....but hopefully not this post. For the sake of keeping Wednesdays as fresh and exhilarating as every other day of the week, I need to give Jason Isaacs a wee break. I'm sure as the opening of HP 7.2 approaches, there will be photos galore of luscious Lucius, and my files will overflow. So we'll give Jason a few weeks off to get out there and make trouble for the Boy Who Wouldn't Die....and hopefully someone will get pictures of it.
Above, a lovely shot of Dan Radcliffe I've been holding on to for a special occasion, for example a Broadway opening.
I've had this picture of Christian Bale in my file for a long time and have never known what to say about it. Here, he certainly seems to be a 19th-century sort of young gentleman, perhaps Irish, definitely innocent enough be mislead about the restorative powers of Guinness. He reminds me of the caricatures and old photographs of bar patrons in the opening credits of "Cheers."
Here is a picture of Alan Rickman in Paris. It would be fun to know what they are all looking at in this photo. Is the woman near him someone he knows, or is she about to look over her shoulder at this handsome man and faint?
A picture of Eddie Argos with a long-ago Art Brut, probably when he was a resident of New Cross, London.