Friday Ephemera
At last, pre-distressed sneakers, only $590. // One for the high-culture cineastes among you. // Oh, the humanities. // The soft, autonomous robots are coming. // Sir Anthony Hopkins is having a spot of bother with his legions of pleasure-giving robots. // It’s a bourbon-chocolate sauce, obviously. // Blank windows. // The many pauses of Gene Wilder. // First woman on the Moon. (h/t, dicentra) // A little project for the weekend. // Always clean things with lasers. Except, perhaps, your face. // A dog’s life. // A well done burger drop. // You goat mail. // For making things. // On radiation dosage. // This. // “Social justice” in action. // It’s meatier than the average slug. // On stop-motion. // If you think you’ve had a rough day. // And finally, a personal one-seat anti-insect tent.
If you want to cast Audrey Hepburn in a horror film, tell her you’re taking away her Givenchy and she has to wear off-the-rack.
The problem with that assertion is that she could wear off-the-rack, and still make it look like was wearing Givenchy. One of my friends once said that she could wear a bin-bag, and she’d still look like a million dollars.
So who dressed Hepburn in Wait Until Dark?
(On this device I cant do the net search easily.)
So who dressed Hepburn in Wait Until Dark?
(On this device I cant do the net search easily.)
Even IMDb wandered off into the obscure . . . .
During the credits there is no credit for costumes, this is because Audrey Hepburn herself picked the clothes she wore from the stores in Paris.
Holy fucking crap, the laser….the laser…..want one….
Warning! Do not stare into laser with remaining eye!
How did they all know his name was Bruno? Was it on his collar? Did he tell them?
I gotta know, man; I gotta know!