Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - January 29, 2010
Here we see the hot Regency man very conspicuously displaying his hat label. This comes by way of the previously mentioned Oregon Regency Society. On their "description" page they rightly identify Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres as a prime source of Regency imagery. Although if I know my Ingres, this image, although interesting, and the guy is pretty cute (the outfit helps) is not by Ingres.
It's time for the old pangs of despised love in Darlington
Darlington Literotica excerpt report:
Readers: 877 Votes: 8 Rating: 3.50
I should mention that my story "Victorian Boots" which has been online for almost two years now has had 4278 readers, 8 votes and a rating of 3.25 - so I guess I'm becoming a better prose writer.
Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - January 22, 2010
Is it Friday already?
Here we see Colin Firth looking good as Mr. Darcy - with some handy call-outs explaining what the various parts of his costume are called. I just saw Colin Firth on the Daily Show the other night. As Jon Stewart said: "set your TV for 'handsome'"
Well still no feedback on my Darlington excerpt on Literotica, but the statistics have changed: now it's been viewed by 807 readers, been rated by 8 and its score has raised slightly to 3.50. I guess that last person quite liked it.
Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - January 8 edition
Wow it is hard to find a variety of images of Ben Whishaw as Keats in Bright Star. In most of the pix available online he's wearing the same old blue suit. Granted he's poor and no doubt doesn't have many suits, and he does look nice in the blue suit, but come on! It took me forever to find this one picture (above) in which he's wearing something else besides the blue suit. There was one scene in Bright Star in which Keats participates in chamber music singing with a large group of young men, every last one of them wearing Regency period clothing. I love that scene and can't find one single image of it online. I guess I'll have to wait until the film is available online and take screen shots.
Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - Dec. 11 2009
Is it Friday already? It must be time for the Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week. I think it's appropriate to feature some major cravat action here:
Some helpful info:
Cravat variations
Waistcoat
The waistcoat image comes by way of the Oregon Regency Society. Who knew there was an Oregon Regency Society?
Bonus hot guy - "Mr. Darcy" models a man's Regency period shirt - which did not unbutton all the way down, as you can see.
Six o'clock in the morning You're the last to hear the warning You've been trying to throw your arms Around the world You've been falling off the sidewalk Your lips move but you can't talk Tryin' to throw your arms around the world
Sunrise like a nosebleed Your head hurts and you can't breathe You been tryin' to throw you arms around the world How far you gonna go Before you lose your way back home You've been trying to throw your arms Around the world
Yeah, I dreamed that I saw Dali With a supermarket trolley He was trying to throw his arms around a girl He took an open top beetle Through the eye of a needle He was tryin' to throw his arms around the world
I'm gonna run to you, run to you, run to you Woman be still I'm gonna run to you, run to you, run to you Oh, Woman I will
(And you just gotta, you just gotta make your faith...see...)
Nothin' much to say I guess Just the same as all the rest Been trying to throw your arms around the world And a woman needs a man Like a fish needs a bicycle When you're tryin' to throw your arms around the world
I'm gonna run to you, run to you, run to you Woman be still I'm gonna run to you, run to you, run to you Woman I will
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This song wins the award for "Best use of the feminist motto 'a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle' in a song"
The most fun thing about Masonry, from what I know, is the role it played in "Die Zauberflote." I was first introduced to that opera through "Amadeus" one of my favorite movies. Speaking of which - it's a good excuse to show a bit from that movie - and this exerpt includes my Facebook friend Christine Ebersole.
Although I always found it odd that they disparage Mozart's appearance in this movie: "looks and talent don't always go together" - I think Tom Hulce is extremely cute here - especially in those cute little jackets they wore back then.
And everybody loves the Papageno/Papagena duet! Birds of a feather...
Today is the first day of autumn, the most soulful and yet the most sensual season. And it's Krugman day. And on top of that, this Saturday is the Emily Dickinson reading marathon in Amherst and I'm on the reading team. Wow, too much excitement.
I have no qualms whatsoever about watching a movie solely for the fun of seeing guys in Regency period costumes (see "Becoming Jane"), but this is a bonus: "That Fanny and Keats must sublimate their longings in letters, poems and conversations seems cruel, but they make the best of it. As does Ms. Campion: a sequence in which, fully clothed, the couple trades stanzas of “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” in a half-darkened bedroom must surely count as one of the hottest sex scenes in recent cinema."
And boy if anybody knows about sublimation, it's me. Speaking of which...
A lucid dream is a dream in which the sleeper is aware that he or she is dreaming. I find this a very interesting phenomenon. I've never been able to pull one off for more that an instant before waking up, but there are supposedly techniques you can use to prolong your dream while you are aware you are dreaming. But what if you are in a lucid dream and you feel like you will never wake up - what if you are trapped in a lucid dream?
A lucid dream is the best metaphor I can think of for what I've experienced over the past couple of years. I fell in love with someone with whom I intuited would probably not return my feelings, in spite of getting along well and having many things in common and having a happy facility for creating beauty together. This last part especially caused me to develop a feeling - a beautiful dream - of what it would be like to have a romantic relationship with the man. And the dream is so beautiful that even when I was ex-communicated by the one I loved - I can't seem to fully wake up from the dream. I know it's a dream - and yet I keep dreaming. I do occasionally get glimmers of hope for the attainment of full consciousness - sometimes I hear the alarm clock in the distance, sometimes I feel my cat hitting me in the face, sometimes I can smell the coffee, but I just can't quite attain full consciousness.
And while the struggle continues I pour the dream into art - poetry, fiction, plays, even music. Because I find it diverting and therapuetic, but also because it would be good if something besides anguish could come from this freakish grey netherworld. And perhaps I may even one day realize with my full emotions as well as my brain, that in fact it did turn out for the best - the art I derived from the experience was far more worthwhile, much more real, than any sure-to-be-fleeting happiness I might have had from an actual relationship with such a person. And so the process continues.
Well who said evil people are useless? Without the nasty women who inspired me with their petty mean-spiritedness, I would never have written The Good Women of Morningside - now it's going to be performed at the Chatterton playlab September 26 & 27 - I wonder if they'll come and see it? But now I know who they are and what they look like, probably not. And of course they are also inspirations for a couple of characters in my ongoing saga, although not in this latest installment.
If you wish to drink deep at a banquet and to enjoy your dinner, eat as much raw cabbage as you wish, seasoned with vinegar, before dinner, and likewise after dinner eat some half a dozen leaves; it will make you feel as if you had not dined, and you can drink as much as you please.
Mr. Oliver Acton?" I said, extending my hand. He shook it and reached into his waistcoat pocket and produced a small leaf of paper on which he wrote in pencil: "Do you believe me?"
"I have not made up my mind." I said, truthfully. "It does strain credulity."
He beckoned me follow him down the lane on the west side of the grounds.
I did not see the Cornings very often - they had moved into a small estate down the road in 1811 and we never had much cause to socialize - the Cornings were homebodies and I did all my socializing at the neighborhood pub and the Literary Society."
The reader, I hope, will have patience with me for stopping the narrative here - I said I would reprint the letter in its entirety and so I shall. However, I wanted to give a little background about Mrs. Corning at this point... more...