#British ford

[bluedesignwall]

Now that the Cortina is fully assembled we had to take it out for a drive. This Cortina is more comfortable and quieter than the white Cortina. We took it down some bumpy roads to see what made noise. It ran well down the motorway. We think we will need to do a few more trips stretching the distance each time to get a real feel for the car. We are thinking it will be fun to do the South Island when Hubby retires. First I will have to accumulate some leave since I have kept my job.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Among the flowers were lovely maidens calling to him with soft voices, from The Fairy of the Dawn for Andrew Lang's The Violet Fairy Book by Henry Justice Ford (1906)

[fordarkmornings]

Henry Justice Ford (British, 1860-1941)

The Blue Parrot, 1909

[classiccarsincyprus]

Ford Thames Trader 70

[illustratus]

Excalibur returns to the Mere by Henry Justice Ford

[stupidlittlespirit]

I wanna sketch Ford Titanic-style. Like he's just lounging on the couch or his bed and I tell him how pretty he is and how distinguished he looks <3 Gotta document is raw essence 😤😤😤💕

As a treat, here is a short teeny bit of dialogue I wrote a while ago as a warm up based around making this reference to Ford and him Not Getting it because he missed out on seeing Titanic:

“Would you pose for me?” Ford asks softly as he runs one big hand up and down your back.

You're lounging around with him in bed on a lazy Sunday evening, leisurely sharing in each other's company without fear of being caught, when he poses the question.

He sounds slightly shy, a little unsure of himself, perhaps, and you lift your head from where it rests on his chest to meet his eyes.

“Pose?” You ask. “What for?”

“For me to sketch,” he explains with a smile, gesturing vaguely to where his bag his sitting on the far side of your bedroom. He must have brought a journal along with him. “I’ve admittedly let my human anatomy slip, what with all the monsters and the like, and I could use some practise. You'd make a regal addition, in my opinion.” 

You smile, amused, but your cheeks are warm at his flippant compliment. "I'm hardly interesting in comparison to everything else you draw," you tell him. "I'm not sure it would be very captivating for anyone."

"Everything about you is captivating, my dear," Ford says fondly. "And besides, who said it was for anything other than my personal collection?"

He gives you an impish wink and you bite your lip to stifle a smile. It's enough to make your stomach fill with butterflies and he knows the effect his playfulness has on you. That's why he does it so much, damn him.

Recovering, you grin. “So you want to draw me like one of your French girls, do you, Doctor Pines?” 

Ford's cheeky expression melts into one of confusion and he frowns. “What difference would it make if you were French?” 

It's your turn to frown now. "What?"

"Nationality has no bearing on sketching ability and besides, I don't know any French girls. I've never even been, actually. I've heard it's dreadful."

For half a moment, you're completely confused and you open your mouth to question him further before it hits you-

Of course he doesn’t get the reference, you idiot, he’s never seen Titanic. 

“Shit, right, the portal," you mutter, shaking your head minutely as you shuffle to sit up. "Forget I said anything, it's not important."

Ford looks confused but he shrugs off your comment, far too distracted by watching the way the sheets fall from your naked form and pool around your lap.  

Usually he'd press you for more but he's clearly found something more important to focus on and it doesn't escape your notice.

"You're welcome to sketch any part of me you'd like to," you say with a smile, stretching your arms over your head leisurely and enjoying the way his eyes rake all over your form.

You can almost hear him internally dissecting you into muscle groups and shapes, and when he meets your eyes again, he smirks.

"I can think of a few places I'd like to start...."

[car-shows-and-more]

1934 Ford Three-Window Coupe

[vogu3s]

Gucci s/s 1998 ad in Vogue UK, Marc 1998

Models. Erin Cummings & Ryan Locke

Ph. Luis Sanchis

[papes-and-capes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN CHARLES PHILIP BALE!

“An actor should never be larger than the film he's in.”

[papillon-de-mai]

King René's Honeymoon, Ford Madox Brown, made by Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co, 1862

[bluedesignwall]

When I got home from my run Hubby had finished putting the Cortina back together. He is pleased with the paint job. He had to take it for a wee drive just to check everything was working well.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Arethusa, from Andrew Lang's The Blue Poetry Book by Henry Justice Ford (1891)

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

daniel kaluuya on the cover of british gq feb 2024

[artemlegere]

Cordelia Parting from her Sisters

Artist: Ford Madox Brown (British, 1821–1893)

Date: 1854

Medium: Pen and oil on paper on panel

Collection: Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio, United States

Cordelia Parting from her Sisters

King Lear begins as the Earl of Gloucester introduces his illegitimate son, Edmund, to the Earl of Kent. Lear, King of Britain, enters with his court. Now that he is an old man, Lear has decided to divide his kingdom between his three daughters. The division will depend on the quality of each princess' declarations of love for her father before the court. Goneril, Duchess of Albany, and Regan, Duchess of Cornwall, both speak enthusiastically and earn their father's praise. But Cordelia, the youngest, says nothing because she cannot voice her deep love for Lear. Misunderstanding his daughter, Lear disowns and banishes her from the kingdom. He also banishes the Earl of Kent, who had taken Cordelia's side against the King.

[classiccarsincyprus]

Ford Cortina 2.0 Ghia

[lionofchaeronea]

Sir Mordred: The Last Battle, illustration by Henry Justice Ford from The Book of Romance, edited by Andrew Lang and published in 1902.