stories, some that are still being formed, some that went over the transom in the last century
The "Brit a Day" series
What does a months-long parade of attractive British men have to do with fiction, you might well ask? These gentlemen have inspired some lovely scenes, part of the life I live in my head. Over time, some of these scenes reach out to one another and begin to form a story. For the present, each one of these pictures provides a writing prompt for me, a way to keep me writing with a sense of passion and narrative, even when the stories are not yet fully formed.
I love that this [fan-made, I think, not mine] model of James May's Lego house is the polar opposite in scale of the original. With those size bricks, it's like a model of a model of a Lego house that you might find Mini Figure children playing with inside a Lego house. Really enjoyed watching that episode of 'Toy Stories' on BBC America yesterday with my family and the dog.
A few years ago, James May became an honorary flight attendant for a day on the world's most exclusive airline, courtesy of the United States Air Force.
On the right of the lower photo is Major John "Cabi" Cabigas, his pilot for the excursion in a Lockheed U-2 spy plane to the edge of space. Best wishes to all who serve and who have served in the U.S. armed forces on this Memorial Day.
I'm about 75% sure we are adopting a dog tomorrow that we just saw at the Animal Shelter. He's part German Shepard and part Great Dane--about as big as that there horse. Not the way I expected to spend my twilight years, looking after a small horse. But sometimes life just sneaks up on you.
If you've been watching reruns of 'Top Gear' on BBC America, then you may know that they showed the Botswana special today, reintroducing us to Oliver the 1963 Opel Kadett, possibly the only car on 'Top Gear' ever to receive a name. One fan has rendered Oliver lovingly and painstakingly as a precious plushy--for more pictures of her project and the story of its construction, please go here: http://ldhenson.livejournal.com/176775.html
Let the Top Gear Fan Art Fringe Festival begin! I can only take credit for the name, none of the art. Above, an installation of a matchbox-sized Ford GT [I think, I'm only guessing] into the pages of one of Jeremy Clarkson's books.
In order to make sure that attributions and credit go to all the right people, I'm going to link you to a post on my Tumblr page here instead of trying to re-create it on this blog. And happy Mother's Day!
I only subscribe to one channel on Youtube, and I do that only because I want to be the first to know when Friday comes and there is a new installment of 'James May's Q & A' on HeadSqueezeTV. If you haven't checked it out, you must, and you can see this week's vid here:
The latest photos of Tom Hiddleston from a Vogue spread clearly show that he is already in the mindset to play wartime photographer Robert Capa. Here's a little about Capa's life from an article I found while reading “LIFE FILE | THE AMERICAN NATIONAL EXHIBITION :: MOSCOW 1959 ::: as seen by HOWARD SOCHUREK + CARL MYDANS,” an entry on designKULTUR--
Capa decided to forgo his usual holiday trip to New York at the end of 1953. He was at loose ends creatively, torn between photography and writing, which he did well. His back was seriously bothering him and he was still evading marriage. Early in 1954, however, he received an offer from Japan he could not refuse: to bring a Magnum exhibition to Japan, and to shoot whatever picture stories he wanted, with new Japanese cameras and lenses. In April he flew off to Tokyo. All was going well until, in late April, he accepted a Life assignment to substitute for Howard Sochurek in covering what proved to be the last weeks of the French war in Indochina. I phoned him to try to talk him out of going, saying, ‘it’s not our war.’ He went anyway, and on May 25 died instantly when he stepped on a land mine.
I don't know if it shows in my blog, but I don't have the all-consuming, vagina-weeping crush on Tom Hiddleston that I once had. But if anything, now that I don't look at him through rose-tinted glasses, I admire him more than ever. Read what he wrote for Harper's Bazaar about Live Below The Line here.