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Make The Girl Dance

In June of this year, the electro-techno rock duo consisting of  Greg Kozo & Pierre Mathieu launched this catchy little song called "Baby, Baby, Baby."  Yes, yes, I know - the lyrics are rubbish and mildly offensive but I found the beat wonderful and  video is really fun and cheeky !  I loved it !!   It was filmed in the trendy Châtelet-Les-Halles District - 2nd Arrondisement of Paris, an area I've explored several times while visiting the city.  The song features the French singing artist "Musubi."  I noticed two things on this video, firstly - all of the store and shop signs are flipped, as if you're seeing them in a mirror. Secondly, I noticed the girls in this video always reach to the back and front - down below - like they are adjusting something. I wondered if the video was shot illegally  or perhaps, the women had to wear something on the naughty parts in order to legally strut through the streets naked. Oh who cares - it is what it is - an electro rock video meant to shock and amuse. Just so you know, the naked bits are covered by black censor boxes. 

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Fun With Photography

I discovered some vintage photos on the web today and just had to post and share with you. Hope you find them as interesting as I do. I get lost in looking at images from the past - the clothing and automobiles especially. These were all taken around 1900 to 1960.  These women are very posh - love the leopard print coat.  Although times were dire during the Second World War, men and women had a sense of fashion. Women sewed new out of old, embellished, invented  and created and nothing was wasted. Remember how the movies of that era had such glam. So next time you see me on the streets of St. Ives in my old jeans that are missing buttons and that crappy old tee shirt, no make-up and one of my dorky hats - do the shame thing with your fingers and say in a really serious voice just like what my Mum always said to me to make me feel guilty: "Ah-ver"  Some Russian, Mother guilt thing.  It always works on me. Sad.

I have to make up stories when I look at a photo. You can let your imagination go wild. For instance, I can tell that these people love chickens. People from this era typically had more children than chickens, but not these people. More chickens than children. Smart people - children cannot lay eggs !

Do you see the little boy on the bottom, right ? I feel so sorry for him. Imagine spending the day with this lot.  Love the hats - which reminds me, I have a red cloche that I am so excited to wear this winter. This photo really cracked me up. The women look like caricatures. The man at the far left, looks as if he does not even belong in the photo. He should be cropped out I think.

This photo is French. What a darling little boy - I just want to smooch his fat cheeks !

If this little girl were to run away - I'll bet the woman could never catch her.

The man resembles Hitler a little - yes ? That was creepy.

I love this Victorian house and the people on the porch, from "Deliverance"  - are a nice touch. 

Let me make up a story for this one. Their car just broke down in the middle of no where, somewhere in North Dakota. They have no food, water or beer even. He is trying to persuade her to push the car but she has to pee and is being difficult. Anyone else want to try to make up a story - please do so.

 

Poor girl - only one leg.

 

Either it's a parade or someone lost their chow mien all over this car.

Does anyone else think what I'm thinking - that this is a man in drag ?

This is exactly like me and my girlfriends, when we go out to the Ollie for pub quiz night together. 

Very good image of vintage San Francisco.

The one on the left looks like "Grannie" from the Beverly Hillbillies and if you were to slap a mustache on the woman on the right, she would look exactly like Teddy Roosevelt.  I simply call it as I see it. 

Okay - someone just told these two ladies a joke and they are beside themselves with laughter. I'm a bit embarrassed by their lack of decorum. I don't know about you, but I would love to party with these two. They need a Saturday night out, because being a matron at the asylum is a very stressful job.

I sincerely love this image. Oh how I miss the Sixties ! Look at her beautiful smile. She's young, full of hope and no doubt,  going to marry the High School football champion. Her husband will work for his Father in the family run appliance business and during her lifetime, she will have a dozen ankle biters, wear gingham and rick rack aprons , make tons of jello in those aluminum molds, bake sugar cookies, fish sticks, smore's and ply the kids with red kool-aid. And all through this - her hair  and make-up will always look perfect and she'll do the house work in heels and red lipstick. She won't know any better because   Oprah was not yet invented in the Sixties.

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Rupa & The April Fishes

Rupa: "practicing doctor by day and a professional musician by night, she's regularly exposed to life's fragility, resilience and randomness"  

I'm crazy about this band - have a listen and check out their video !

http://www.cumbancha.com/albums/extraordinaryrendition/

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Jackson

This is Jackson and he loves to have his photo taken. His routine is to jump up and down and run in little circles at the sight of my camera. His favourite places to pose, are the sofa arm, chairs or the bed even. He will jump up on anything to get my attention - almost like he's saying "pick me, pick me!"

Jackson is a wire hair fox terrier and interestingly enough, his lineage goes all the way back to England where his Grandfather was champion winner at Crufts. I was Jackson's mistress when I lived in Arizona, many years ago. When I relocated - I found it impossible to find a landlord that accepted canines and so trusted his care to someone I knew. When I was finally in a position to take him - they refused to give him back.  

I was heartbroken and it took me a really long time to get over losing him. Even now, when I look at these photos, I can feel the tears start to well up.  I think when a person bonds with an animal - it's forever.

Maybe this is why I like cows so much - no expectations there. I know, that I will never bring a cow home to sleep at the foot of my bed, nor would I care to give him a rub on the tummy and kiss his nose. And how would that be - for a cow to jump up and down and run in circles and pose on the arm of my sofa when I get out the camera ?!   So I'm safe there - with my naughty cows - snapping photos in the fields, where they can poop and chew and queue for the scratching post.  A cow in the house isn't quite the same as having a dog. I can't tell where the carpet ends and Jackson begins in the photo below.  I think we should all take lessons from a dog - on how to relax. They're experts.

 

A few months into his life, Jackson's left ear started to stick straight up.  The cartilage never quite broke like it was suppose to.  It always gave him this expression of "surprise"  or maybe like he was listening to everything you were saying.  He was a lovely little guy - so affectionate and loving.

It's a yawn - not a snarl.

My youngest daughter thought Jackson needed little jacket to wear in the winter months.  OMG - did we ever laugh !  Might as well have dressed him up in a jacket and ascot and stuck a pipe in his mouth.

Like the brother they never had.

Jackson sired one litter of pups in his lifetime. Here is one of his offspring. Handsome like his Daddy !

I use to dream about Jackson all the time, but not so much anymore. 

There will never be another one like you Jackson !

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