Oscar nonsense, Chodogate, and the demands of my actual job have kept me from spending the kind of time I ought to perusing the internets. But Spencer has been more diligent, turning up not only Tea Birds, but also Women with Wine. I can't quite figure out why these seem not just creepy, but Crispin creepy -- my reaction is to comment that the perverts looking at the site should stop it and look at some nice, wholesome Helmut Newton pictures. Not to get all Sontaggy, but at least the women hanging around Chateau Marmont in heels know that they are being photographed for prurient reasons. The images here, for the most part, seem to be candids that happen to include women drinking tea or wine, subsequently appropriated for purposes I hardly dare to imagine. These blogs are like one of those times where you find one of those notebooks full of nothing but pictures of feet pasted in on the subway.
Elsewhere, Ruth Reichl perhaps needs to slide Live and Let Die into her Netflix queue.
The sinister French Quarter waiters in this bestever Bond do the same thing to 007 that happened to Reichl's friend:
Bond: "Good afternoon, bourbon and water please."
Bartender: "First booth will do."
Bond: "Tell him neat, will you."
Waiter: "Huh?"
Bond: "No ice."
Waiter: "That's extra, man!"
No word on any subsequent attempts to abduct Reichl using the ruse of a fake jazz funeral. (Via TFS)
Ahem. Live and Let Die? Best ever?
Though your fluency is impressive.
Posted by: Addison | Monday, 26 February 2007 at 10:32 AM
And now is when I say "Yaphet Kotto" and end the conversation.
Posted by: Fesser | Monday, 26 February 2007 at 11:27 AM
Daniela Bianchi?
Benicio del Toro?
If you have seen original Thomas Crown Affair you know Kotto at his coolest.
Posted by: Addison | Monday, 26 February 2007 at 11:58 AM