The outfit pictured above is an interesting concoction of sporty (with the Nike top) and a bit more refined (with the wide leg high rise paints from Anthropologie). I topped it off with an American Apparel bow, a necklace I found on a thrifting venture, and some Urban Outfitters wedges. Since I paired opposites in my outfit, I thought it’d be fitting to have comparisons in the following photos. The pictures of scenery from both country and city life offer another interesting juxtaposition- and let me get out a little Texas and Chicago love at once.
If you are a Francophile, and you like French cinéma, bossa nova film scores, and race cars (in that order), then this is the movie for you (if not- well, you’re probably better off looking elsewhere).
The main character spends a lot of time behind the wheel of a couple of Mustangs, in particular:
But also a Brabham Ford F3:
And a GT40:
Une filme de Claude Lelouch (yes, that Claude Lelouch).
It’s award season. I never watch awards shows. I figure I shouldn’t have to sit through 3 hours of over-the-top, scripted, rehearsed programming to learn who has been chosen by their peers to take home a statue. I know I sound jaded but I just can’t help thinking about the other things I could do with that time. I read the results after the shows are over, which takes about a whole 10 minutes.
On top of this, I’ve never understood the whole process behind each award. If only it could be this straightforward:
Francina at Seasons Poetry has nominated me for two blog awards, the ABC Blogger Award and the Genuine Blogger Award. She is a regular visitor to my site and she always leaves supportive comments. I appreciate every word of encouragement she has given to me.
Thank you for your support and for sharing my work…
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I know you won’t mind Alfie if tonight I write this letter to someone else.
For many people today is just a Tuesday; a cold, wet, icy Tuesday in February. However for the many people who know you, today is much more; it’s the day you came home. When I read on Facebook today that you had landed back in England, I breathed a sigh of relief that would have filled a balloon big enough to make Richard Branson green with envy.
When we met about 18 months ago, I didn’t expect that we’d become such close friends in such a short space of time. And not having had someone I cared about in the armed forces before, I was totally ignorant of the impact of what was happening in Afghanistan and Iraq on the families and friends who are left at home. Four months dude!! Even for…
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