Old-Time Favorites (2)

Following on from last week’s B&W pics, here are some full-color lovelies from the same source:

Alexandra Maria Lara

Amy Smart

Brittany Mason

Carina Tyrrell

Claire Sweeney

Jill St. John

Claire Goose

Danielle Lloyd

Elizabeth Rohm

Juanita Lamas

Kirsty Gallacher

Letitia Dean

Pamela Des Barres

Sharon Corr

Shilpa Shetty

 

As I may have said earlier, I have no idea why these particular pics ended up in some obscure folder on my laptop (other than perhaps the obvious reasons), but anyway, there they are.

Random Totty

Okay, Fiona Vroom is one of them Canucki chicks, so you’d think she looks like this:

…or even like this:

But not really.  In fact:

And as the above pics show, that face is exquisite:

And the rest isn’t bad, either:

But that face…

Random Totty

Apparently there exists one of those Internet-famous things named Naomi Brockwell, of whom I know nothing because I don’t even dip my toes into those waters, let alone swim in them.  Still, having discovered her, I think she’s worth a look, for obvious reasons:

Apparently, she made John Stossel look like an idiot when she discovered that his smartphone was basically a conduit for scam artists or something.  And now you know as much about her as I do.

Quite toothsome, however.

Old-Time Favorites (1)

While going through my laptop’s hard drive, trying to organize it into something which could be transferred to New Computer without too much loss of life, I stumbled across a sub-folder named “Favorites” in my “Movies” photo database.

Here’s a selection of the black & white pics.  Some I may have posted before, so forgive me;  but I can’t remember that far back…

Adrienne Ames

Anita Ekberg

Ashley Greene

Robyn Lawley (I think, or else Candice Huffine)

Carole Landis

Dawn French

Delia [Somebody]

Jane Russell

Joan Bennett

Marilyn

Sophia

Suzanne Pleshette

Veronica Lake

I think it’s rather obvious as to why they ended up in a “Favorites” folder.  Next week, I’ll pick some more, this time in living color.

That Leap Year Thing

According to some legend or other, February 29 (tomorrow) is the date when women are “allowed” to propose marriage to men, as opposed to vice versa, which catastrophe may fall on any other day of the year.

So let’s play another one of Kim’s Silly Games.

Assuming you were of the age and (non-)marital status to be able to take advantage of said Leap Year foolishness, from which of the five options below would you entertain such a proposal?  (And no, you can’t chicken out and nominate your current wife because that would be too easy.)  To make life easier, you can rank said proposers if you want.

Another assumption (and this is a difficult one) is to imagine that none of the choices is batshit fucking crazy.

Here are the options available to you, O Lucky Man (and the names are linked, for any background you might need).

Anna Magnani

Dawn Addams

Peggy Cummins

Joan Bennet

Romy Schneider

Rank away, in Comments.

Losing Character

I’ve ranted so often about shitty architecture on these pages that one might be forgiven for thinking that I’d be sick of it by now.

Silly rabbit.

Here’s the latest example of foulness:

Residents living next to one of the most expensive houses in Britain have blasted the home as a ‘monstrosity’.
The newbuild, in the exclusive London suburb of Chelsea, has been nicknamed ‘Gucci House’ by appalled neighbours because of its ‘gaudy’ appearance.
The ‘ugly’ mansion occupies land that was formerly a school playground and has a dark grey exterior and imposing metal gates outside.

The exclusive street is the oldest in Chelsea, dating back to at least 1566.

I know, it looks like a wart on a pretty girl’s face — not, mind you, that London residential architecture is anything like a pretty girl’s face:  it’s dated, and occasionally quite horrible — but whatever, it’s what gives London its character.

As to why some rich fuck and his equally-fucky architect would want to lessen or destroy that character, I leave it to you to decide.  But speaking of that architect, here’s a quote which describes the process perfectly:

Original architects, Gumuchdjian, describe the property as surrounding a garden courtyard with an entrance that echoes the Parisian Hotel Particular.

Okay, let’s just nip this little turd-piece in the bud.

There’s no such thing as the Parisian Hotel Particular — it’s not a specific building, so it shouldn’t be capitalized.  The hotel particulier  is a style of building, and denotes a grand townhouse.  Here’s a typical example of said style, in Paris:

To even suggest that this London carbuncle resembles the above is mendacity in the Clinton Class.

And here’s the final word on this catastrophe, from a neighbor:

‘My house has survived The Blitz, it was built in the 1780s, they’re not building to match the heritage of the area. It’s like vandalism. How can the council approve this when it doesn’t match the other ones?’

Here’s a clue:

The house changed hands just last year and according to data from the Land Registry, the price tag of £73.2million was 209 times the average house price last year which was £350,396.

When a house costs about $100 million, a hundred thou or so to the right councilor or planning authority is small change.

Just sayin’.