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Another cold day for photos, but it was bright and clear. However, this outfit was ideal for a day like today.
Wedding in Maldives is like a dream come true. Maldives is a beautiful archipelago comprising of around 1000 coral islands. Located in the middle of the blue waters of Indian Ocean, the country offers its guests with abundant natural beauty and contemporary hotels and resorts.
From the fiery sunset yesterday, it was really quite a sight. I didn't go to the most ideal of locations as I merely intended to test out the Fujifilm X70 and WCL-X70 converter (which gives a full frame equivalent of 21 mm perspective) for shooting cityscape. There was no way to predict the sunset would be this good, judging by the late afternoon sky.
An Ideal Husband
The present possibilities for humor in the plays of Oscar Wilde seem to lie almost entirely in the humor with which they are played. Somehow, the whipped-cream witticisms of the Wilde characters sound banal today, and the chief fun to be had from his stuffed shirts is in a sly spoof of their Victorian ways. Yet, for some unaccountable reason, Sir Alexander Korda has chosen to film the ancient Wilde play, "An Ideal Husband," as though its people were the most consequential of folks and its ridiculously old-fashioned problem as vital as atomic power.
It is hard to figure this blunder, for Sir Alex is a smart and urbane man whose humor has been in working order in his previous British-made films. And he has certainly put a lot of effort into this current job, now on the Roxy's screen. Yet, with all the solemnity and pomposity that even Oscar found supremely dull, he has turned out a handsome film in color with a conspicuously antiquated plot.
Believe it or not, Sir Alex—the gentleman, mind you, who made such previous charming pictures as "Vacation From Marriage" and "The Private Life of Henry VIII"—is here concerned with the story of a painfully righteous British Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs whose brilliant career and domestic happiness are suddenly jeopardized by a scheming woman's blackmail. And, as though this were not sufficiently trying as a subject for serious concern, he has included as an equally ponderous burden the Wildean sub-plot of a Victorian courtship between two young things.
Handled with elegant derision in both the acting and the camera's attitude, there might be some charming entertainment of a sardonic order in this old wheeze. But with Hugh Williams playing the blackmail victim in an insufferably stiff and artless way, with Diana Wynyard playing his good wife like the lady in "Cavalcade" and with Paulette Goddard playing the siren among a lot of stuffy English swells as though she were the gal who lived next to the firehouse, it fizzles with a dull, distressing plop. Michael Wilding's eccentric exercising of his elbows, his eyebrows and his jaw as the gay gent who makes most of the wisecracks is fantastic and painful, too, and Glynis Johns, Sir Aubrey Smith and Constance Collier fall in with the heavy furniture.
If Sir Alex had put into his treatment as much style as is in the costumes, as much flavor as is in the velvet settings, this film could have been—but why say more?
AN IDEAL HUSBAND, screen adaptation of the Oscar Wilde play by Lajos Biro; directed and produced by Sir Alexander Korda for London Film Productions, and release by Twentieth Century-Fox. At the Roxy.
Mrs. Cheveley . . . . . Paulette Goddard
Lord Goring . . . . . Michael Wilding
Lady Chiltern . . . . . Diana Wynyard
Mabel Chiltern . . . . . Glynis Johns
Lady Markby . . . . . Constance Collier
Lord Caversham . . . . . Sir Aubrey Smith
Sir Robert Chiltern . . . . . Hugh Williams
Lady Basildon . . . . . Harriette Johns
Mrs. Marchmont . . . . . Christine Norden
Vicomte de Nanjac . . . . . Michael Anthony
Phipps . . . . . Allan Jeayes
BOSLEY CROWTHER New York Times 15 January 1948
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This Bit comes from when the Americans were filming their version of the play “an Ideal Husband”
A couple of newspapers picked up on it at the time.
The film was shot on several sites, including an Italian waterfront.
At the end of the week it was their custom to have a “wrap” party celebrating the end of the week’s shoot.
The ball scene had been filmed that day and most of the cast attended the get-together still in costume. This included 3 of the minor actresses who had bonded during the filming.
After the revelry was dying out, these 3 decided to go it alone, leaving the stage room to hit several of the bars and a casino located on the riverfront. Making a decidedly poor decision, they opted to wear the elegant gowns and shimmering jewelry they had donned for the stylish ball act( much of which was later cut from thye movie, including their roles) .
Needless to say the young trio of pretty actresses garnered a considerable amount of male attention as they made their rounds. They left their last stop in the wee early hours of the morning only to discover they taxi they had paid to wait for them had vanished. A dapper young man with a foreign accent that made the girls swoon came upon the young ladies, and after they explained their predicament, offered some aid. He invited them to a back room off a nearby alley to wait while he brought his private car around, suggesting that it would be a place of refuge to stay warm from the cool ocean air( only one of the actresses had a wrap).
About ten minutes after he had left them a masked man burst in brandishing a wicked looking blade. He demanded their ”jools” and “perses” than after receiving their valuables, had them strip down to their silky undergarments. He then bundled the lot and ran off. They could hear tires screeching off in the night. The dapper male never returned, and it was hours before their pitiful cries of help were heard by a passing vagrant, who after making sure they had nothing more of value, disappeared, than must have had a change of heart, for he summoned a patrolman to help them.
Two of the ladies had been wearing prop gowns and rhinestones, but the third, a minor relative of the New York Cabot family, had been waering her own designer gown(worth 2000 pounds) and her family diamonds( worth 55000 pounds sterling) So it was generally regarded that the ladies were scammed by a couple of professionals who had been out on the prowl for such prey, knew where to find it, and how to acquire her valuables.
Then, two weeks later another young lady, again unescorted, had decided to do a tour of the same riverfront establishments. She did so after attending a relatives wedding reception. She had met a rather handsome man while out drinking, and the pair had set off for a second bar when a masked man mugged them of their valuables. Including a 30000 lira ring she had worn, and 10000 Lira of other jewellery. Her friend dropped her off at the bar and went for help, disappearing in the night. Her description of the pair matched the ones who had robbed the Actresses.
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from Left to right;
The illustrious Knight of Darkness.
Who has a black Captain Action body and boots. With Flash Gordon's gun.
The head and the suit being the new creation as of 1977. Obviously inspred by the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader.
Red then Blue Zeroids next.
Who are mostly based on the Zogg Zeroid who was included in the Zeroid Commander Action Set from 1969.
Differences being color. And Red and Blue have a little clear dome on top. Where Zogg had a rectangular head with six eye like holes. The right height for R2 D2 they are...
Then the green headed chromey robot is Zem- 21 . Which is the name for the original version of the Zeroid ship dubbed the Star Hawk for STAR Team !
He has a retooled JJ Armes body. Done up in a nice chrome color. Meant to be the C-3PO like character. With the chromed body .
Never had Red or the ship back in the day. ( Sold together ) But had the other 3. And loved them. Knight was my Darth Vader. As I never got a big scale version of DV :)
The Ideal Bar
1968 Atwood Avenue
53704
During the Covid-19 pandemic, many bars/restaurants are required by law to limit capacity limits of patrons, or utilize outdoor patio space if social distancing is not achievable inside. In spring of 2020, under Governor Tony Evers "Safer at Home" order, bars were required to shut down at the end of March through the end of May. These photos document this chapter in our city's history, some have been fortunate to make it through but for some this was the last call.
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Linha: 329 - Bancários x Candelária. Linha municipal do Rio de Janeiro.
Cidade: Rio de Janeiro/RJ.
I fell in love at 17 and married that man at 25. We were the ideal couple and admired by many. He could build anything, fix anything, was handsome, loving and so very kind. I was the somewhat pretty girl, in my view, but never quite good enough. I grew up with a constant questioning of my looks, my worth, my intelligence. I had a boyfriend for two seconds in 7th grade, and then not again until late in my senior year. And guess what? I married him. Never had I felt more at home and safe, and truly in love. The problem was, I had never stopped questioning my worth. And I continued to look for validation and nods of approval from other people. It became “not enough” to have my husband’s love, I was looking for more. Though I was not aware I was doing this, I also started to measure and question my husband’s love as true or not. This would look like me flirting with people even in front of my husband (if he seemed jealous, maybe he really loved me) or leading people on just enough to have to tell them I was in a relationship. This was a pattern for me, one I didn’t see clearly at the time. (I also didn’t see, couldn’t see that every flirt, glance, or lead-on was me looking for me). And, I loved him. When he would leave for work, I would feel a loss, I loved being with him. I even think he knew about me and my insecurities, and loved me still.
We decided to have kids once he turned 30, and that was when things got really strained.
Jonas came in to this world with an extremely rare genetic disorder that ultrasound and genetic testing at the time did not detect. The dream of starting a family the way I had imagined was thrown into a washing machine, dryer and then a wood chipper. He struggled with life from the start, and ended up in the hospital a lot. That started the dynamic of once my husband came home, I would hand him our son and go hide in housework or a book or some other escape. There was a lot of love, pain, struggling, more hospitalizations, sleepless nights and generalized anxiety. I was not grounded in who I was, I was surviving. Jonas wasn’t even typical for an atypical child. In the handicapped and special needs world, he was the most complex. That wasn’t even the most difficult part. That was the crying. He seemed to never stop. He mostly cried, with little moments of calm (the opposite from other children)...something that didn’t improve much till he was 5 or so. Then I had this great idea to have another baby. At least I could have something ‘normal’ to deal with. Wesley came about 18 months later, and was as I imagined. Perfectly typical. Keeping myself busy, distracted, “important”, having so many reasons to not deal with who I was and what I needed led me to eventually come to the realization that our marriage wasn’t working. He didn’t love me. I had been collecting evidence like “see he didn’t even kiss me goodnight” “he never called to check in from work” or “why does he call me from work, he doesn’t think I know how to take care of the kids?” I had convinced myself he wasn’t the ‘one’ for me after all. That the love must not be real, and it must be somewhere else. So, I started to wait for my true love. And thoughts like “wait, He was my true love so what happened??” came but for some reason I avoided working it out. I had my answer, true love was coming from somewhere else. And then guess what? It did.
I started down the divorce path, and it got real. There were so many moments I knew I had messed everything up, and I should just go back and try to repair things. That was paired with a justification because evidence still showed he didn’t love me. I mean, he was letting me divorce him.
Our divorce took years. I couldn’t do it. Then I could. Then I couldn’t. I stalled, he stalled. I avoided. He avoided. But all the while, I was in a new relationship...the one I called the ‘true love’. The stalling and avoiding was impacting my new relationship. It felt like I was taking off my own arm so that I could feel more complete. And it made as much sense as that. The pain got so overwhelming at one point, I broke up my new relationship thinking it would all get easier. I had been dealing with extreme anger and hatred from my ex-husband’s family. A family I once loved, and who supposedly loved me. There was so much anxiety and fear and pain, at one point I contracted mono, paired with hepatitis and spent months on the couch. Alone. That was when I realized my now ex husband found the love of his life. How could I feel jealous and angry? Well, I did. She was younger. And pretty. Great body. And she had my kids with her half the time. What.the.fuck.
It got ugly. I had finally found moments of peace and workability with my ex husband where he wasn’t angry all the time, and now she’s here? Well, that brought a new level of tension and drama. I remember a soccer game where he brought his brother and parents, and I brought my sister so I’d have backup. His girlfriend was sitting on the ground with Jonas and I couldn’t even get near him. How freaking awkward. What were people thinking. What does it mean about me that I cant just go over there and tell her that I would like to hold my own son. In times like those, I wanted the earth to swallow me up. It went on like that for a while. I had moments of extending the olive branch, and trying to be nice and sharing movie recommendations. Something inside of me knew it could be different. I even saw things I liked about her. And deep down, I still loved my ex. I could see that I didn’t love him romantically per se, but that I was not complete with the way things were. It was like a nagging constant voice of why? why? why? why? In my head. Meaning, why was it like this? Why are we pretending to be enemies? Didn’t it make sense what I did? Aren’t you happier now? Why are you still mad? Voices in my head would confuse me and have me wonder why I’m still wanting him to prove his love to me. After all I did? But it was like that: “You should hate me. Why do you hate me? You should thank me. I am so sorry. You should be sorry. “
Years go by in a mostly polite, kind-of peaceful manner and then I had a great idea. I would invite them to this enormous party I was having for Jonas. He had lived for 10 years by then, and every time he was sick I would try to prepare myself for his death. So when he was about to turn 10, I thought we should throw him a ‘life party’. I rented a place, and catered the event with food and drinks, music, games, and a movie I had made about Jonas (which included his dad and now girlfriend). Well, they came, and it was fine. They managed to find people to talk to without it being awkward for them, and I was so happy to be having a party of love that I didn’t even worry about them. I also didn’t worry if I was hugging my new husband too much. I guess I was starting to feel overall more comfortable inside with the choices we all made. Well then the first of many small miracles happened. When the party was over, she sent me a text. She shared that it was amazing for her to get a glimpse of the mother that I really am, instead of through the lens of my ex family (who still hated my guts I was sure). She saw the love, and what I had created for Jonas, and she started to wonder at the person I really was. It was the first moment perhaps, that she actually saw me. For me, that was validating and gave me the energy to keep going, to keep moving in the direction of healing and peace. Man, all it took was saying something nice to one another. We make it so complicated.
The next monumental moment was after I took a course through Landmark Education and invited her to my ‘graduation night’. She came, and she brought me a gift. I thought that was adorable. Maybe I was starting to actually like this girl? That very night, she signed up for the same course, and signed her husband (my ex husband) up too. Once we all took that course, our healing and forgiving and connecting took off. All we needed was a common language so that no one feels blamed, or wronged. We all learned about how dynamics are created, and how we keep patterns alive in our thinking -and now we had tools to actually share when we got hurt or upset. This is also around the time that I finally started to understand what happened in my marriage. I learned that when I was younger and in a certain moment with my parents, I convinced myself that they didn’t love me. It was not conscious. I also in that moment, learned to shut my love off in response. I then got to see how that had created patterns of hurt and pain, and shutting off my love for people- all without me knowing it was a decision I made from childhood. I actually felt justified and it all felt real. To constantly question people’s love became normal. I collect evidence to support my ‘truth’, and then I usually distance myself from that person. Divorce.
Yes, I do think it could have been avoided had I learned this about myself sooner. But would I go back now? No. I’d even go through the yuckiest, sickest, deepest sadness of my life to be where we are today. After Landmark, we were no longer afraid to share time together. We started hanging out a little bit more. We eventually shared Christmas Eve together. We really enjoyed our time together. We hit a few bumps in the road, but they didn’t stop us, and Megan and I started calling each other if we sensed something was up. We realized we had a common commitment to the kids being happy, and now we were both living from that. In the past three years, my husband and I hosted their first baby shower at our home, we have gone on vacation together, we have had countless dinners, brunches and lunches together. Last Christmas Jonas ended up in the hospital for about 3 weeks. His heart stopped. For 25 minutes. My ex husband Kieran, his wife Megan and I stood at the head of Jonas’s bed and watched while they tirelessly tried to revive him. They surrounded me in love beyond what I could have ever expected. What we shared in that moment, really got me present to that THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SHARE A CHILD. Before the drama. Blaming. Comparing. When we are able to forget about our own complaints, judgements, etc...we were just there because we love someone. Our son. Stepson. Whatever. It’s all love. When we let love BE there, it all makes sense. Those few weeks with the four of us in the same hospital room provided a slowing down of life, and a presence with each other that is difficult to achieve in every day life. We talked about what each of us wants for Jonas. What kind of life we want to have for him, for us as a family and as individuals. COVID didn’t stop us, and only kept us in the conversation of how we really want to live. We have had dinners or lunches every weekend when we ‘trade’ the kids. We are talking about that together, anything is possible. We could even live abroad. What can I say? Life works when we clean up our complaints and take responsibility for our happiness. Imagine if I hadn’t invited them to Jonas’s party? It just took an act of kindness.
This is a story about true love. And how I know it exists. No, I didn’t marry my high school sweetheart, travel the world, have 3 kids who are now doctors and lawyers and now we’re sitting on the front porch swing holding hands.
No, no, it’s much more than that. Love, Grief, and Gut Wrenching Pain. Dreams and expectations thwarted. Lies of the worst kind. Near death experiences. Divorce. Is the true love about my current husband? No. And yes. It is the true love that existed all along that allowed for healing and an ultimately stable environment for our kids. True love, isn’t the marriage that lasts for 40 years only. It is there in the mess, in the hurt, in the pain, in the lies. It’s just covered up by our opinions and thoughts about it all. I am so profoundly happy that I listened to the voice (that was almost silenced) that I could still love my first husband, and that it didn’t have to be romantic to still be love. And trust it to build what we built. Kieran held the other end of this. I am so grateful to his wife Megan for being so strong and badass to allow space for that to happen. And my husband, who tirelessly fought for us to all heal.
And lastly, perhaps the greatest love affair was me falling in love with me. I never knew how to do that. Everyone says ‘love yourself so that you can love others’. But no one ever tells us what that actually looks like in real life. It might look like saying “No”. Maybe not having the third glass of wine because you don’t need it to feel ‘comfortable’. Maybe it looks like exercising not to get into a size ‘6’ but because you want to nurture your well being. Telling the truth. Not needing so much validation. It might look different altogether for others. But its not a course, we do not get a certificate in this. It becomes a declaration. For me, I declare myself worthy of love exactly as I am, with my awful mistakes and loving intentions all the same. I hope this inspires all to do the same. No matter what.
Now allocated to the Ideal Motor Services fleet, 20 JYU is passing through Pocklingon town centre on its way to Woldgate College. It is a Volvo B10M with Van Hool Alizee T9 coachwork, new to Eddie Brown, Helperby in 1999 as S551 JNW. Reregistered A9 EBT for a period, it passed to York Pullman when Eddie Brown closed down in 2014, and was recently transferred to the Ideal fleet.
At "Antique Archaeology" (American Pickers) LeClaire, Iowa. Manufactured in DesMoines, Iowa by the R. O. Stutzman Co.
Texture: "Rust Never Sleeps" by SkeletalMess
Quite old really this, but I guess I now know an awful lot more about Photoshop to enable me to get something decent out of it. A bit of a texture, some Gaussian Blur and you get something quite evocative. Looe is a really nice place for a break, should you ever wish to go and take a look at Cornwall. There were views there I'd happily spend the rest of my life looking at. Some way right was a house on the market at around £1m and it needed gutting from top to bottom to make it livable - what some people will pay for a harbour view.
I just got back two rolls from my Mamiya and I am so pleased with the way they turned out! It was torturous bringing that thing outside in winter, but definitely worth it.
Mamiya C3, 80mm f/2.8
Portra 400VC, March 2011
View Large and on Black. Looks more like a painting, less like a photo. It's supposed to look like a painting, and "over processed".
Watch out, because she's gunna get you. Ok folks, here you go: The first of two insane edits, edited with Corel Painter 9.5. I was going for the "painting" effect. I'm very proud. I think It turned out amazing. If anyone wants to see the originals let me know. Also, my bone structure an everything like that: Not edited. I really do have those type of cheeks, and those lips, and that shaped nose, and those shaped eyes. I just don't have the light green irises, the platinum hair, or the flawless skin. Unfortunately...
Also, this is my alter ego. I really feel if I cracked my personal shell, I would be this daring, dangerous little kitten. Too bad, because that's just my Ideal. I'm far too happy-go-lucky/ real person to pull this off. Oh, only in my dreams. At least I can look it for now. That's the best part about photography: You can just be YOU.
After some comments: I would really like to know how people can rave about photos that are so over processed, like HDR photos, and other 'shopped photos, but when it comes to a photo turned painting (mind you a majority digital artists works this way) or EVERY edit of some woman, gets so much crap. How is adding a dosage of fantasy so horrible in comparison to the extreme edits of fashion photograph? I guess I'm beginning to rant, but I honestly do appreciate the opinions. I just wish people would approach this from a digital artist's P.O.V. rather than a photographers. And by digital artist I don't mean someone who does post processing, and editing, I'm talking about someone who creates art from a photo. What ever though.
PS: When rating photos, don't put something like ':) I like!' with a rating of 4/10. Just an example. It not only pisses me off, but it pisses off EVERYONE who gets ratings like that.
La, la, la. Sorry for the rant, I'm in a pissy mood...
Anyways I was going for something a little elf/ fairy/ nymph ish.
Here is the original. It was dusk out, so I just used the built in flash.
Toyota dari Astra adalah mobil keluarga ideal terbaik Indonesia. Untuk melihat deskripsi tentang mobil ini silahkan kunjungi blog :
Trying to identify. Has sleepy eyes, but not flirty. Eyes are brown. Has a "talk" box so it probably said "mama," but no place to squeeze for sound or anything. Thinking she might be a Flossie or a Sally. Any help would be appreciated.
In high school, I did the voice overs for their local radio commercials. I have a cassette of them somewhere....
This was the perfect way to end the trip; a couple of red SOOs crossing a river with some cows. It's sad to see these days are coming to a close, but I am glad I was around to document it. I wonder what the future holds for railroading, what new power we will see, and what new scenes will become available? One thing I do know is that as long as there are trains there will be rail fans to document them.
...well now with ten years of perspective, I think I can answer those questions. I guess I was a lot more optimistic about the future when I was 18. I also had my head way further up my ass. Ten years later, it's still there, just maybe not buried as deep. Since this was one of the few RAW images I have from then, I figured it was worth freshening up with a new edit.
Now I know what you're thinking, how could a car that looks this old be built in 2006?
Basically, because the car has been in production with no external changes since 1958. The Hindustan Ambassador was a license built version of the Morris Oxford, the first Ambassadors to be sold in India were in 1957, but even though production of the Oxford ended in 1959, the popularity of the four-door saloon design meant it made ideal family cars and taxis, so much so that they continued to build it right through until earlier this year when production ceased after 56 years.
This one however has a little momento of its Oxford origins with the small name on its bonnet.
The 1030 London Euston - Glasgow Central Pendolino, 1S52, is seen approaching Bodsbury Crossing on a lovely winters afternoon. Caught in sunshine and snow on the 13th February 2018 at 1418.
With the severe lack of Freight on this section of the WCML during the day, it had to be Pendolino's and 350 units to be photographed in the ideal weather conditions seen here.