I just realized something
So, Jane Birkin recently died, I vaguely knew who she was. Swinging London model/singer/fashion muse, style icon--the Hermès Birkin Bag is named after her--also an actor but mostly in French cinema. Most coverage of her death was accompanied by photos of her in her fabulous gorgeous heyday:
And this sense of familiarity kept picking at my brain, but like I said I did kind of know who she was, and I've read some about the scenes she moved in, so I thought I was just recognizing her from that.
But yesterday I was browsing Tumblr (if you're using LiveJournal, don't be shocked that Tumblr still exists), and an account that's mostly dedicated to women directors had screenshots from a movie she did in 1988, and that's when it crashed into my brain: she was in those Agatha Christie movies I saw over and over again as a child, the ones where Peter Ustinov played Poirot. We had them taped on VHS off of HBO and my brothers and I loved them. In fact, one of them contained an early example of the "*takes glasses off girl* Why you're beautiful!" trope that would become a staple of teen movies a decade later. (The quality is terrible but you get the idea.)
They tried to ugly her up for the rest of the movie (this is at the end) with no make-up, messy hair, and terrible clothes, but it was like when they cast Ruth Wilson as some kind of butterface in The Little Stranger. I don't care how frumpy her shoes are, okay, she's still Ruth Wilson.
I don't know, having that realization was just kinda fun.
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Yesterday was the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, which is the matron saint of all Cajuns. It's the one day of the year that the Madonna Chapel in Bayou Goula, which claims to be "the smallest church in the world", holds mass.
However, I have a feeling it was probably cancelled this year. The governor declared a state of emergency last week over the prolonged extreme heat Louisiana has been experiencing. It's been hard not to look at what happened in Hawaii and think: that could be us. Normally tropical climate experiencing an unusually hot and dry summer? Check. Hurricane parked offshore fanning the flames? Definite possibility.
Of course, a bunch of Dollar Generals and drive-through daiquiri shacks burning down would be less of a tragedy than historic Lahaina burning down. Also, I enjoy a good adult slushie as much as the next Cajun, but let's face it, those things would get rebuilt before schools or hospitals did.
Lori sent me a text yesterday complaining about the 88° heat in Seattle, and I heroically did not respond with "LOL". I mean most houses there don't have a/c, so it's not quite comparable to us having had a month of triple-digit heat. At least we have more practical options for getting out of it than "Watch 3 movies in a row at the theater, then spend the rest of the day in the mall."
I think she's just antsy to move, now that they've decided.
And this sense of familiarity kept picking at my brain, but like I said I did kind of know who she was, and I've read some about the scenes she moved in, so I thought I was just recognizing her from that.
But yesterday I was browsing Tumblr (if you're using LiveJournal, don't be shocked that Tumblr still exists), and an account that's mostly dedicated to women directors had screenshots from a movie she did in 1988, and that's when it crashed into my brain: she was in those Agatha Christie movies I saw over and over again as a child, the ones where Peter Ustinov played Poirot. We had them taped on VHS off of HBO and my brothers and I loved them. In fact, one of them contained an early example of the "*takes glasses off girl* Why you're beautiful!" trope that would become a staple of teen movies a decade later. (The quality is terrible but you get the idea.)
Click to viewThey tried to ugly her up for the rest of the movie (this is at the end) with no make-up, messy hair, and terrible clothes, but it was like when they cast Ruth Wilson as some kind of butterface in The Little Stranger. I don't care how frumpy her shoes are, okay, she's still Ruth Wilson.
I don't know, having that realization was just kinda fun.
~~~~~~~~~~
Yesterday was the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, which is the matron saint of all Cajuns. It's the one day of the year that the Madonna Chapel in Bayou Goula, which claims to be "the smallest church in the world", holds mass.
However, I have a feeling it was probably cancelled this year. The governor declared a state of emergency last week over the prolonged extreme heat Louisiana has been experiencing. It's been hard not to look at what happened in Hawaii and think: that could be us. Normally tropical climate experiencing an unusually hot and dry summer? Check. Hurricane parked offshore fanning the flames? Definite possibility.
Of course, a bunch of Dollar Generals and drive-through daiquiri shacks burning down would be less of a tragedy than historic Lahaina burning down. Also, I enjoy a good adult slushie as much as the next Cajun, but let's face it, those things would get rebuilt before schools or hospitals did.
Lori sent me a text yesterday complaining about the 88° heat in Seattle, and I heroically did not respond with "LOL". I mean most houses there don't have a/c, so it's not quite comparable to us having had a month of triple-digit heat. At least we have more practical options for getting out of it than "Watch 3 movies in a row at the theater, then spend the rest of the day in the mall."
I think she's just antsy to move, now that they've decided.