for the love of a good sponge cake

vintage vogue

Julie Christie and Tom Courtenay for Vogue in 1965 after the success of a little film where they shared exactly eleven minutes of screen time together, called Billy Liar, and directed by John Schlesinger. found at this treasure here.

and back to work i go once more. perhaps 700 words so far is not too terrible a feat.

Sometimes i do find the most wonderful things. they are the things that belong here, and nothing else does. i want to write poetically, meta-physically like Lawrence or Yeats and say things that nobody understands but are infinitely more important. about men who write and who tell the truth any any era and through any form. 

i shan't use any media form that i have become so accustomed to, i shall spend my days cooking and clack clack clacking on my typewriter, dreaming of Gene Kelly and Alain Delon, cafe' au lait in Cafe de Flore and picnics by the Severn. I might even eventually have the funds to do any thing i like, like finding the sort of flat the couple discover in Goodbye Lenin! that's covered in vines and only needs a bed and a sink. i don't ask for much, honest i am.

i'm sorry that i cannot fininsh this eloquently, words do not suffice for the message i want to convey. all i know is that L'etrenger does have an awful lot of sense in what he does and that i can't worry about other, more fickle human beings than i. i prefer my father to anyone else in the world.

(except perhaps Alain)