Look familiar? And here it is Thursday already – but it feels like Wednesday, in a neverending way – & I’m awake, 6.38, have been for hours, no hope for it. Thank God there will always be the elegantly dressed: in this case, with a sun tan and a faint, sweet smile, in San Diego in unimaginable 1932. I wish I were there.*
Look at his beautiful shirt, how low the knot of his tie sits on the collar. That bit of cuff. Both those bits of cuff. The jacket! And his fantastic sort of Edward II haircut.
In case you aren’t sure: you may never have seen this delightful fellow’s mouth turn upwards before. It’s far from what I set out looking for** – but we all know that when you find the answer it usually shows you the question was wrong. In this case I had found one that looked much more the way I feel, which would have been very good. But then I saw this and realised that it was, as the great WC Fields would have said, a gift. From above, or something. Seriously: this picture encapsulates something important that I need to remember. And I think I need help remembering it. Thanks, Buster.
Now I’m going to try to grab another half-hour so I can make it through the day: lots to get through.
* Then again, if I were there I’d only be like that wisecracking journalist girl from The Philadelphia Story, or helping out the photographer or something. I wouldn’t be leaning on some pale-coloured vintage car, wearing a pale-coloured chiffon frock and a Marcel wave, going, “come on, honey, I told Myrtle to get those cocktails ready for four…”
**The bit I was really looking for? From Steamboat Bill, Jr, either him coming off the boat with his hat & his ukelele, or the hurricane bit where the house falls on him.
