December 14, 2009
Une Very Stylish Fille
I am a very stylish girl. Not me, obviously!
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- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
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- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
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- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
Phil, this makes me yearn for a time I scarcely remember — when air travel (and travel generally) was exciting and glamorous.
I still don my notion of a smart costume when I fly anywhere. Though I doubt anyone else notices, it does help me transcend the prevailing degradation.
Dmitri from Paris.
demetri from paris?
My notion of a smart costume does not, however, prevent government employees from escorting me into closed rooms for scrutiny.
Yes, MTW and ashok. Dimitri from Paris (avec un peu de Jacques Tati).
The photographer in your flick, Phil, absolutely cracks me up!
And I concur with Sheila. Having just flown to DC yesterday among the masses (for who am I, if I am not a member of this lackluster group?) I long for the old days of travel (and shopping for that matter) when ladies wore white gloves and spectators and had a Pomeranian at leash.* (Oh, Oliver? Where is this Hootersville?)
Even the big stars these days, those who have private transportation, don’t opt to dress in style. Oh, I know one could argue they are stylish. And I suppose they are. But will anyone wax nostalgic in some future moment over jeans and fringed leather, as Sheila and I have, here, over white gloves and two-toned shoes?
Among the happiest experiences of my childhood were times when we drove to the El Paso airport during the holidays to pick up a relative. In those days, people walked from the airplane to the gate, and I would stand with my nose pressed to the cold window watching nicely-dressed people de-plane. Even as a child, I dressed up just to go to the airport.
Oh, Rick, it’s as though everyone is just itching to slouch into the role of a tourist from Lower Slobbovia.
Yes, Cindy, the airport was once a special place. (This from a girl who was 15 before she ever even flew in an airplane.)
*When men wore hats and women used cigarette holders.”
Recently a friend has “tasked” me with making a post about (rick’s rules) for the proper care of a hat when it’s being worn. (It’s like taking care of a pet.) And the proper stance with a cigarette holder. (Girl, don’t use it if you don’t know how to hold it.)
What I miss is the old routine of having one’s cigarette lit — or lighting the cigarette of another.
This is something I recall doing on a commercial airliner.
Girl, don’t use it if you don’t know how to hold it.
Ain’t it the truth.
You guys crack me up! We do seem to have lost something over the years.
I have just awakened from a deep sleep on the sofa and feel positively sick – trying to wake up so that I can go back to sleep. Why is sleep in the evening so horrid?
Rambling.
Rick, the footage is from a Jacques Tati movie – his stuff is wonderful!
Sleeping in the evening causes jet lag, Phil.
I have a really good homeopathic remedy for that, but people give me a funny look when I offer it.
I must say, I am amazed.
Sheila
Oh, I’d held a lighter for a boy or girl or two, in bars, lighting their cigs, but the first time I lit a cigarette for my elegant friend, Michele–for whom nearly anachronistic ways-of-being are completely natural–she accepted the light with the lightest touch of her fingertips to the base of my match-holding hand.
I nearly shit my pants.
It can be such a lovely gesture both to give and receive. Can’t we revive it? I mean, people needn’t smoke if they prefer not. Offering and accepting lights is what it’s about.
I can see it. I am devastated by the thought of it.
Sheila
Will you accept this light? *
Deron
Will you accept this light? *
Amy
Will you accept this light? *
Clusterflock
Will you accept this light? *
Rick
Will you accept this light?
This light is all I see. Lovely, lovely. Y’all. Y’all, the loviest light I could look at.
XOR
For whatever the holidays mean to you, the happiest holidays for you would be my wish.
Why, yes, Rick. With pleasure.
Phil, you started something.