#geneviève page

[filmreveries]

Belle de Jour (1967) dir. Luis Buñuel

[creepynostalgy]

Catherine Deneuve in Belle De Jour (1967)

[davidhudson]

Happy 97th, Geneviève Page.

With Catherine Deneuve in Luis Buñuel’s Belle de jour (1967).

[frenchcurious]

Geneviève Page & France Roche à bord d'une MG A dans le film de Pierre Kast, ''Un Amour de poche'', 1957 - Source Facebook

[holmesoldfellow]

Lobby cards for "The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes" (1970)

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[troublewithangels]

[screenshothaven]

Belle de Jour (1967)

[ulrichgebert]

Wir hatten auch schon viel zu lange kein Sherlock-Holmes-Abenteuer mehr; Der unter der kompetenten Leitung von Billy Wilder unter dem Titel The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes aufwendig und schick besetzt erzählte Fall zählt allerdings eher nicht zu den erfolgreichsten Ermittlungen des Meisterdetektivs, und wurde von Dr. Watson bis 50 Jahre nach seinem Tod unter Verschluss gehalten.

[hotvintagepoll]

THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

Far below in the shadow realm, however, the fallen hotties dance in the dark—let's take a minute to look back at them under the cut.

PRELIM PRETTIES:

Claude Gensac, Silvia Pinal, Ewa Aulin, Rita Tushingham, Annette Funicello, Norma Bengell, Catherine Spaak, Brigitte Auber, Micheline Presle, Nanette Fabray, Libertad Lamarque, Vera Miles, Martha Raye, Catherine McLeod, Virginia Mayo, Elizabeth Allan, Belle Bennet, Virginia Cherill, Mary Brian, Ruth Chatterton, Agnes Ayres, Merna Kennedy, Marie Prevost, Corinne Griffith, May Allison, Virginia Brown Faire, Alice Brady, and Jetta Goudal

ROUND ONE WONDERS:

Angie Dickinson, Thelma Ritter, Geraldine Chaplin, Evelyn Preer, Vanessa Brown, Betty Blythe, Susan Hayward, Mae Clarke, Sally Ann Howes, Ossi Oswalda, Adrienne La Russa, Hermione Gingold, Barbara Bouchet, Melina Mercouri, Anna Karina, Edwige Fenech, Charmian Carr, Pina Pellicer, Marlène Jobert, Tsuru Aoki, Alice Roberts, Leila Hyams, Lady Tsen Mei, Geneviève Bujold, Dolores Hart, Anita Berber, Bonita Granville, Vonetta McGee, Claire Windsor, Zizi Jeanmaire, Tuesday Weld, Grace Darmond, Carol Channing, Deanna Durbin, Laraine Day, Mariette Hartey, Wendy Hiller, Candy Darling, Hermione Baddely, Valeria Creti, Ella Raines, Ann Miller, Dana Wynter, Dalida, Martine Beswick, Gale Storm, Simone Signoret, Cristina Gaioni, Mabel Normand, Stéphane Audran, Ruth Weyher, Anna Wiazemsky, Ann Sheridan, Sandhya Shantaram, Alice White, Anne Francis, Gena Rowlands, Lyda Borelli, May Whitty, Cathleen Nesbitt, Jessica Walter, Virna Lisi, Barbara Shelley, Iris Hall, Heather Angel, Anne Shirley, Joanna Pettet, Virginia O'Brien, Joan Collins, Greer Garson, Gracie Allen, Peggy Ryan, Frances Dee, Shirley Maclaine, Geraldine Farrar, Kathleen Byron, Margaret Hamilton, Eva Gabor, Francesca Bertini, Julie Adams, Olga Baclanova, Misa Uehara, Yvette Vickers, Milena Dravić, Jenny Jugo, Madeleine Carroll, Benita Hume, Olive Borden, Shirley Jones, Miyoshi Umeki, Dorothy Lamour, Gale Sondergaard, Mary Anderson, Charlotte Greenwood, Sybil Seely, Mona Barrie, Kathryn Grayson, Katharine Ross, Madge Bellamy, Rhonda Fleming, Sally Gray, Jana Brejchová, Debra Paget, Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Evelyn Brent, Zelma O'Neal, Marie Laforêt, Türkan Şoray, Beatriz Costa, Irene Zazians, Eleanor Powell, Susan Luckey, Patsy Kelly, Lil Dagover, Norma Talmadge, Dorothy Mackaill, Madge Evans, Virginia McKenna, Amália Rodrigues, Mamie Van Doren, Valerie Hobson, Isabel Jeans, Beata Tyszkiewicz, Claire Luce, Aleksandra Khokhlova, Nieves Navarro Garcia, Janet Leigh, Carmen Miranda, Jean Harlow, Aud Egedge-Nissen, Nina Foch, Jean Simmons, Piper Laurie, Katy Jurado, Jayne Mansfield, Anita Garvin, Frances Farmer, Lizabeth Scott, Joan Greenwood, Una Merkel, Arlene Francis, Ethel Merman, Doris Day, Suzanne Pleshette, Ruta Lee, Carolyn Jones, June Richmond, Eva Nil, Diana Dors, Anna Chang, Colleen Moore, Alexis Smith, Yvette Mimieux, Ruby Keeler, Viola Dana, Dolores Grey, Marie Windsor, Danielle Darieux, Jean Parker, Julie Christie, Acquanetta, Leatrice Joy, Ghita Nørby, Julie Newmar, Joanne Woodward, Sandra Dee, Eva Marie Saint, Simone Simon, Katherine Dunham, Birgitte Price, Lee Grant, Anita Page, Flora Robson, Martha Sleeper, Elsie Ames, Isabel "Coca" Sarli, Glenda Farrell, Kathleen Burke, Linden Travers, Diane Baker, Joan Davis, Joan Leslie, Sylvia Sidney, Marie Dressler, June Lockhart, Emmanuelle Riva, Libertad Leblanc, Susannah Foster, Susan Fleming, Dolores Costello, Ann Smyrner, Luise Rainer, Anna Massey, Evelyn Ankers, Ruth Gordon, Eva Dahlbeck, Ansa Ikonen, Diana Wynyard, Patricia Neal, Etta Lee, Gloria Stuart, Arletty, Dorothy McGuire, Mitzi Gaynor, Gwen Verdon, Maria Schell, Lili Damita, Ethel Moses, Gloria Holden, Kay Thompson, Jeanne Crain, Edna May Oliver, Lili Liliana, Ruth Chatterton, Giulietta Masina, Claire Bloom, Dinah Sheridan, Carroll Baker, Brenda de Banzie, Milú, Hertha Thiele, Hanka Ordonówna, Lillian Roth, Jane Powell, Carol Ohmart, Betty Garrett, Kalina Jędrusik, Edana Romney, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Kay Kendall, Ruth Hussey, Véra Clouzot, Jadwiga Smosarska, Marge Champion, Mary Astor, Ann Harding, María Casares, Maureen O'Sullivan, Mildred Natwick, Michèle Morgan, Romy Schneider, Elisabeth Bergner, Celeste Holm, Betty Hutton, Susan Peters, Mehtab, Leslie Caron, Anna Sten, Janet Munro, Nataša Gollová, Eve Arden, Ida Lupino, Regina Linnanheimo, Sonja Henie, and Terry (what a good girl)

ROUND TWO BEAUTIES:

Evelyn Nesbit, Thelma Todd, Tura Satana, Helen Gibson, Maureen O'Hara, Rocío Dúrcal, Mary Nolan, Lois Maxwell, Maggie Smith, Zulma Faiad, Ursula Andress, Musidora, Delphine Seyrig, Marian Marsh, Leatrice Joy, Sharon Tate, Pina Menichelli, Teresa Wright, Shelley Winters, Lee Remick, Jane Wyman, Martita Hunt, Barbara Bates, Susan Strasberg, Marie Bryant, Diana Rigg, Jane Birkin, Rosalind Russell, Vanessa Redgrave, Brigitte Helm, Gloria Grahame, Rosemary Clooney, Bebe Daniels, Constance Bennett, Lilian Bond, Ann Dvorak, Jeanette Macdonald, Pouri Banayi, Raquel Welch, Vilma Bánky, Dorothy Malone, Olive Thomas, Celia Johnson, Moira Shearer, Priscilla Lane, Dolores del Río, Ann Sothern, Françoise Rosay, June Allyson, Carole Lombard, Jeni Le Gon, Takako Irie, Barbara Steele, Claudette Colbert, Lalita Pawar, Asta Nielsen, Sandra Milo, Maria Montez, Mae West, Alma Rose Aguirre, Bibi Andersson, Joan Blondell, Anne Bancroft, Elsa Lanchester, Nita Naldi, Suchitra Sen, Dorothy Van Engle, Elisabeth Welch, Esther Williams, Loretta Young, Margueritte De La Motte, Ita Rina, Constance Talmadge, Margaret Lockwood, Barbara Bedford, Josette Day, Stefania Sandrelli, Jane Russell, Doris Dowling, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Donna Reed, Ruby Dee, Diana Sands, Billie Burke, Kyōko Kagawa, Françoise Dorléac, Hend Rostom, Monica Vitti, Lilian Harvey, Marjorie Main, Jeanne Moreau, Lola Flores, Ann Blyth, Janet Gaynor, Jennifer Jones, Margaret Sullavan, Sadhana, Ruby Myers, Lotus Long, Honor Blackman, Marsha Hunt, Debbie Reynolds, Michèle Mercier, Irene Dunne, Jean Arthur, Judy Holliday, Tippi Hedren, Susse Wold, Vera-Ellen, Carmelita González, Nargis Dutt, Purnima, Harriet Andersson, Yvonne De Carlo, Miroslava Stern, Sheila Guyse, Helen, Margaret Dumont, Betty Grable, Joan Bennett, Jane Greer, Judith Anderson, Liv Ullman, Vera Zorina, Joan Fontaine, Silvana Mangano, and Lee Ya-Ching

ROUND THREE ELECTRIFIERS:

Jean Hagen, Sumiko Mizukubo, Mary Philbin, Ann-Margret, Margaret Rutherford, Claudia Cardinale, Eleanor Parker, Jessie Matthews, Theresa Harris, Brigitte Bardot, Alla Nazimova, Faye Dunaway, Marion Davies, Anna Magnani, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Kay Francis, Fay Wray, Barbra Streisand, Bette Davis, Hideko Takamine, France Nuyen, Claudine Auger, Miriam Hopkins, Maylia Fong, Samia Gamal, Maude Fealy, Machiko Kyō, Sharmila Tagore, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, Juanita Moore, Anna Fougez, Waheeda Rehman, Ruan Lingyu, Nina Mae McKinney, Ethel Waters, Nadira, Olivia de Havilland, Abbey Lincoln, Louise Beavers, Agnes Moorehead, Lana Turner, Norma Shearer, Maria Falconetti, Reiko Sato, Marie Doro, Clara Bow, Margaret Lindsay, Catherine Denueve, Madhabi Mukherjee, Rosaura Revueltas, Hu Die, Mary Pickford, Fredi Washington, Louise Brooks, Leonor Maia, Merle Oberon, Paulette Goddard, Vivien Leigh, Francine Everett, Savitri, Tita Merello, and Meena Kumari

ROUND FOUR STUNNERS:

Judy Garland, Dorothy Dandridge, Yoshiko Yamaguchi, Marilyn Monroe, Irene Papas, Lupe Vélez, Pola Negri, Gene Tierney, Barbara Stanwyck, Gina Lollobrigida, Lena Horne, Nutan, Jean Seberg, Kim Novak, Gladys Cooper, Tallulah Bankhead, Linda Darnell, Julie Andrews, Carmen Sevilla, Gloria Swanson, Glynis Johns, Anne Baxter, Angela Lansbury, Anita Ekberg, Toshia Mori, Deborah Kerr, Hazel Scott, Chelo Alonso, Cyd Charisse, Nancy Kwan, Devika Rani, Shima Iwashita, and Anouk Aimée

ROUND FIVE SMOKESHOWS:

Setsuko Hara, Pearl Bailey, Joan Crawford, Madhubala, Marpessa Dawn, Keiko Awaji, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Ava Gardner, Greta Garbo, Grace Kelly, Xia Meng, Suraiya, Natalie Wood, María Félix, and Mbissine Thérèse Diop

ROUND SIX SEXY LADIES:

Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Vyjyanthimala, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Josephine Baker, Elizabeth Taylor, and Ingrid Bergman

QUARTER FINALIST GLAMAZONS:

Audrey Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich, Anna May Wong, and Lauren Bacall

SEMIFINALIST ICONS:

Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

FINALIST FABULOSITY:

Hedy Lamarr

ULTIMATE CHAMPION OF THE HOT & VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN TOURNAMENT:

Eartha Kitt

[recycledmoviecostumes]

Geneviève Page wore this costume as Gabrielle Valladon in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔 in 1970.   It was worn again the very next year in the 1971 production of 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓, where Jane Merrow wore it as Laura.   Visit our site for more reused costumes: Bit.ly/VicEd212    

[iknowwhatilikeperiod]

Hi, i have not been here for to long and this is my first time writing a story on this platform. This story has been haunting me for quite a while in my creative space, so i though what better way than to share it!

Shadows of the Belmont Legacy

chp. 1

1475

In the quiet outskirts of the village, nestled between the dense foliage and the towering stones of the Belmont hold, stood a small, unassuming house. Its wooden frame was aged, but the thatch roof remained steadfast, a silent sentinel against the elements. The windows glowed softly with the flicker of candlelight, casting an inviting warmth into the cool evening air. Inside, a young woman with eyes the colour of moonlit ice sat at a round table, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of an ancient tome. Her name was Geneviève Belmont, and she had the unmistakable features of her lineage—sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and hair as dark as the night that surrounded her sanctuary.

Geneviève's eyes darted back and forth, her mind racing as she studied the arcane symbols scattered across the yellowed pages. Her long, graceful hands paused every so often to scribble notes onto a piece of parchment beside her. A soft rustle of feathers broke the silence as Persephone, her devoted crow companion, fluttered in from the open window. The bird's eyes gleamed with a hint of something otherworldly, a reflection of the chaos magic Geneviève had discovered within herself at a tender age.

"Persephone, my dear," Geneviève spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the delicate balance of her thoughts. "Keep an eye on Trevor for me, will you?"

The crow cocked its head to the side, as if in question. Geneviève sighed, her gaze lingering on the crow for a moment before returning to her work. "I know you enjoy your independence, but I can't help but worry. We haven't seen each other in such a long time, the whispers of darkness are growing louder."

With a gentle caw, Persephone took flight once more, disappearing into the night. Geneviève watched her go, feeling the weight of her solitude settle back upon her shoulders. She knew her brother was out there, fighting the very shadows that she studied, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being by his side. Yet, she had her own battles to wage, her own path to walk. Her studies of chaos magic, though misunderstood by many, were vital to the protection of their family and the world they knew.

The door to the small house creaked open, and a figure stepped in, the light from outside framing them in a halo of dust and moonbeams. Geneviève looked up, her heart racing for a brief second, until she recognized the weary silhouette. It was Trevor, his whip slung over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger before finally landing on her.

"Gene," he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and relief. "It's been too long."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the years melted away, revealing the bond of siblings who had once been inseparable. Geneviève rose to her feet, a warm smile spreading across her face as she set aside her book. "Trevor, welcome back. I've missed you."

He stepped further into the room, closing the door with a thud that echoed through the house. The candle flames danced in the sudden draft, casting shadows that played upon the walls like ghosts of battles past.

"I've missed you too," he said, his voice gruff. "But I've come for more than just a visit."

Geneviève's smile grew wider, revealing dimples in her cheeks. "Food, bath, and a bed to sleep in?"

"Exactly," Trevor chuckled, his eyes scanning the cozy room filled with books and the faint scent of incense. "And perhaps a little of your wisdom."

She rolled her eyes playfully, gesturing to the pot bubbling over the fire. "You're in luck. I've made stew. And as for wisdom, I'm afraid you're out of it."

They sat together, sharing the simple meal and stories of their adventures since they had last seen each other. Trevor spoke of his battles against the night's creatures, his whip crackling with holy power as he sent them back to the shadows from whence they came. Geneviève listened intently, her eyes sparkling with pride at her brother's bravery. She, in turn, spoke of her studies, her discoveries in their hold.

They enjoyed the comfort of their reunion, the warmth of the fireplace, and the familiarity of their sibling banter.

After the stew was finished, Trevor leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs. "Your place is as cozy as ever, Gene."

"Thanks to your help in building it," she said with a nod. "It's a good place to retreat and learn."

She stood up and started clearing the table of the dirty plates as trevor studied her for a moment, his gaze softening.

"How has it been..with you know..studying and all?" He asked.

Geneviève took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the book she had been reading before his arrival. "I've been trying to understand the chaos within me," she admitted. "The more I know, the better I can control it and understand it."

Trevor laughed. "Good luck with the Church; they won't like that, but what can they do more than they have already done."

"Don't be a jackass! It's our magic, our heritage," she countered.

"Uu, what are you going to do? Turn me into a crow? Ooooo," Trevor teased his little sister as before with little remarks.

Geneviève snickered and struck a thinking pose. "Hmm, well, Persephone did seem a bit lonely lately.."

*CAW!*

They both looked over at Persephone who was cawing at them.

Geneviève laughed, understanding her cawing.

"What is she saying? She called me fat something?"

"No, she said that u are already a pain in her butt to watch over; she doesn't want u flying around with her," Gene said, laughing.

"Wooow not even a fucking bird wants anything to do with me"

-

The room grew quiet, the crackle of the fire and the silent conversation was the only sound between them. Trevor knew she was right, but the thought of his sister embracing the very power that had brought their family so much pain was difficult to accept.

As the night grew late, Trevor retreated to the bed she had prepared for him; after a long bath to scrub away the dirt and grime, the softness of the feather mattress was a welcoming feeling for his beat-up body. It really was a stark contrast to the hard ground he was used to. Soon he was out as a light with Persephone perched on the windowsill, her eyes unblinking as she watched over the slumbering warrior. Geneviève remained at her table, her thoughts racing. The whispers of chaos grew louder in her mind, beckoning her to delve deeper into the forbidden knowledge she had been studying.

The candle flame flickered, casting dancing shadows across the pages of the ancient tome. She could feel the power within her stirring, yearning to be released. But she knew better than to give in to such temptation without understanding the consequences. Carefully, she penned her thoughts and findings, her handwriting neat and precise.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A chill ran down her spine, and she knew that something was amiss. Persephone squawked loudly, her feathers ruffling as she took to the air.

Geneviève's eyes snapped to the crow, and she saw through her eyes. Trevor, in the throes of a nightmare, thrashed about the bed, his whip clutched tightly in his fist. He muttered incoherently, his face a mask of terror.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a gentle breeze to caress her brother's face, whispering a calming incantation. Trevor's breathing evened out, and his grip on the whip loosened. Geneviève sighed in relief, watching over him for a few more moments before returning her focus to her studies.

The night was still; the only sound was the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. The candle wax pooled around the wick, casting a soft glow that illuminated the pages of the book.

After another hour of studying. Geneviève, with a firm resolve, closed the book, sealing away the whispers of chaos for the night, deciding it was enough for tonight. She walked over to her room and got in bed. Closing her eyes as sleep overtook her.

-

As the morning sun approached, Trevor stirred, his eyes opening to the light of a new day. He sat up, stretching his muscles and looking around the room with a sense of peace that had eluded him for so long; walking downstairs, he was met by the sight of Gene at the table with, as always, her nose deep in a book.

Geneviève looked up from her work, her eyes weary but determined.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

Trevor nodded. "Just a nightmare," he said, rubbing his eyes. "But I've had worse."

They shared a knowing look, the unspoken understanding of the battles they each faced—both in the world of the living and in their hearts.

She gave him one of her gentle smiles, closing her book and she stood up.

"Hungry?" She asked as she reached her fireplace.

"Very." Trevor smirked as he started setting the table. His sister cooked some pork belly in a pan over the fire, and with the fat she used for frying some sunnyside-up eggs just how he liked them.

When she was done, she set the pan on the table and took a bowl, cutting some veggies that she had grown in her garden. She cut some fresh sheep cheese on a different plate, set them on the table, and seasoned her veggies and eggs with some rough salt.

"This smells amazing," Trevor said as the aroma of the food filled the room.

They ate and talked, shared stories, and enjoyed the pleasure of a hot breakfast together. It's moments like these that reminded them of their childhood, how they used to dip their bread into the runny yoke of the egg and not eat the rest of it. Truly pleasant memories before the weight of their destinies had settled upon them.

After the meal, Trevor took the plates to the bowl of water that was set on a wooden bench and began washing them as Geneviève cleaned the rest from the table.

He watched her for a moment, her graceful movements a stark contrast to the fierce warrior he knew her to be.

"Hey Trefi, why don't we enjoy the day? It's been too long since we've just...been brother and sister."

"HEY! Don't call me that! And sure, dear sister, why not..I would like to be free for a day."

Silence overtook them as they got ready for the day, changing into clean and comfortable clothes, spending the morning exploring the woods surrounding the house, reminiscing about their childhood, and climbing their old tree where they used to play as kids. Having fun pretending to be kids again.

Geneviève's magic allowed her to show trevor the beauty of the natural world in a way he had never seen before, the flora and fauna responding to her touch with a gentle grace that made him feel a deep respect for the power she wielded.

But as always the day comes to an end as the sun started to go down, they decided to rest by a babbling brook, the water's song providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Trevor leaned against a tree, his eyes closed, as Geneviève sat cross-legged beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

"As have I," she replied.

Their bond was palpable, the unspoken understanding between them as strong as the steel. They were two halves of a whole, each with their strengths and weaknesses.

But even during their peaceful interlude, Genevième felt the chaos stirring within her, whispering to her of the battles to come. She knew she couldn't ignore it forever.

"Trev," she began, her voice tentative. "There's something I need to tell you."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze steady and unflinching.

"I've been having...visions," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of a great evil, something very dark..and it has something to do with Dracula."

Trevor's expression grew serious. "What do you see?"

Geneviève took a deep breath, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "I see...the end of the world," she whispered. "Of humanity..I see pain and suffering, terror and bloodshed..horrible things will happen.."

The weight of her words hung in the air between them, a silent acknowledgement of the fate they might soon have. Trevor squeezed her shoulder, his grip firm and comforting.

"We'll face it together," he said, echoing her earlier sentiment. "Whatever it takes."

Geneviève nodded as she rested her head against Trevor his neck breathing in his scent as she did when she was younger..it was her the only thing that could comfort her.

-

"You're not so bad for a slob," she murmured teasingly, her voice light and airy as they made their way back home.

"Why you-!" Trevor chuckled, getting her into a headlock while rubbing his knuckles into her head as she shrieked playfully

They laughed as they made their way into the cottage. Geneviève lit the fire into the fire place with a whisper.

As the sound of the crackling fire and distant howling of the wolves outside startes filling the cozy space. The warmth of the hearth was a stark contrast to the chilling evening air that had seeped into the cottage.

She put the kettle back on the fire with the leftover stew.

Geneviève's smiled as she looked up at Trevor who was looking around the cottage. "You really should come by more often."

Trevor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I know. I've had my hands full hunting vampires and such.. But I'll make it a point to visit more often." He said with a smirk as she laughed quietly.

"You better."

The conversation drifted to their parents, the stories of their ancestors, and the legacy they had left behind. As the fire burned lower and the shadows grew longer, Trevor could feel the weight of his travels lifting from his shoulders. The comfort of his sister's presence was something he hadn't realized he'd been missing. He sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of the stew, the fire, the smell of the house and her warmth was just what he needed.

As they talked, Geneviève scooped some stew with her spoon and brought it up to her mouth but dropped the spoon back on her plate as different visions started to plage her sight as she started to breath heavily.

"GENE!? IS EVERYTHING OKAY!?" Trevor asked as he stood up and made his way to her side rubbing her back.

It was Persephone, who she allow to take a flight around wallachia for the day sight that disturbed her. She was in Târgoviște, perched on the church watching a woman being burned at the stake.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T HURT THEM! THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEIR DOING!"

'No...No..NO. NO. NO. NO!'

"NO!" Geneviève screamed in terror, scaring Trevor much more in the process.

"GENEVIÈVE, WHAT WRONG!? HEY TALK TO ME!"

She breathed heavily as she came back to her scenes looking over at her brother.

"The..the vision I've told u about today..it has come true..in one year..humanity will be whipped out by the night creatures and vampire's."

Trevor frown as he stepped away rubbing his eyes.

"Shit."

"The church has really fucked up now."

"Why do you say that Gene?" Trevor asked looking over at his sister.

Gene just glanced over at him with a much deeper frown.

"They just killed Vlad Dracula's wife."

Trevor looked gobsmacked at that threading his hand through his hair.

"Yep.. we're screwed."

[kwebtv]

Secret Army - BBC One / BRT - September 7, 1977 - December 15, 1979

War Drama (43 Episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Stars:

Bernard Hepton as Albert Foiret

Jan Francis as Lisa "Yvette" Colbert (series 1-2)

Christopher Neame as Flight Lt. John Curtis (series 1)

Angela Richards as Monique Duchamps

Clifford Rose as Ludwig Kessler

Michael Culver as Maj. Erwin Brandt (series 1-2)

Juliet Hammond-Hill as Natalie Chantrens

Valentine Dyall as Dr Pascal Keldermans

Ron Pember as Alain Muny

Eileen Page as Andrée Foiret (series 1)

Robin Langford as Cpl. Veit Rennert (series 1-2)

Timothy Morand as Jacques Bol (series 1)

James Bree as Gaston Colbert (series 1)

Maria Charles as Louise Colbert (series 1)

Gunnar Möller as Hans van Broecken

Marianne Stone as Lena van Broecken (series 1-2)

Henrietta Baynes as Yvonne (series 1-2)

Stephen Yardley as Max Brocard (series 2)

John D. Collins as Insp. Paul Delon (series 2-3)

Hazel McBride as Madeleine Duclos (series 2-3)

Nigel Williams as François (series 2)

Paul Shelley as Maj. Nick Bradley (series 2-3)

Neil Daglish as Wullner (series 2-3)

Trisha Clarke as Geneviève (series 2-3)

David Neilson as Jelinek (series 3)

Terrence Hardiman as Maj. Hans-Dietrich Reinhardt (series 3)

Michael Byrne (series 2) and Ralph Bates (series 3) as Paul Vercors

Stephan Chase as Capt. Stephen Durnford (series 3)

Hilary Minster as Hauptmann Müller (series 3)

[davidhudson]

Happy 96th, Geneviève Page.

With James Franciscus in Delmer Daves’s Youngblood Hawke (1964).

[gogmstuff]

Some more 1780s big hair fashion -

Top left  ca. 1780 Robe à la française (location ?). From fripperiesandfobs.tumblr.com-page/2 1548X1146.

Top right  ca. 1780 Robe à l'anglaise (Museo de la Moda - Santiago, Chile). From 18thcenturylove.tumblr.com-tagged-robe+a+l'anglaise-page-2 1678X1250.

Second row  ca. 1780 Four views of robe à la Polonaise (Metropolitan Museum of Art - New York City, New York, USA). From their Web site 2893X1315.

Third row  ca. 1780 Robe à la Polonaise (Metropolitan Museum of Art - New York City, New York, USA). From their Web site 900X1200.

Fourth row  1781 The Tea Garden by ? (British Museum - London, UK). From their Web site 3968X5518.

Fifth row  1781 (probable exh' date) Adélaïde Genet, Madame Auguié (1758-1794), sister of Mme. Campan by Anne Vallayer-Coster (Sotheby's - 8Jul09 auction Lot 41). From their Web site; fixed spots w Pshop 3428X4290.

Sixth row  1781 Ernestine Fredérique, Princess de Croy by Élisabeth-Louise Vigée-Lebrun (Nationalmuseum - Stockholm, Sweden). From Wikimedia 1067X1349.

Seventh row  1783 Madame Charles Mitoire, née Christine-Geneviève Bron (1760-1842), avec ses enfants by Adélaïde Labille-Guiard (Getty Museum - Los Angeles, California, USA). From their Web site; fixed spots & edges w Pshop 2332X2965

Eighth row  ca. 1785 Princesse de Lamballe by French school (location ?). From servimg.com-view-18669219-6356 812X973.

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Jan 3 is the Feast of St Geneviève. This full-page miniature depicting Saint Geneviève on a leaf pulled from a book of hours. A contemporary of Clovis and Attila, and later the patron saint of Paris, Geneviève († 512 CE) is painted holding a large lit candle, one of her attributes. A demon, with a breath, extinguishes the flame that is immediately rekindled. According to her legend, Geneviève, with her companions, visit at night the construction site of the Basilica of Saint-Denis that she has built when the wind extinguishes the candle that lights the path of the small group. Geneviève then takes in her hand the candle that miraculously lights up and its flame will withstand all the storms. This isolated fragment comes from a manuscript made around 1510 in Tours by Ma��tre Claude de France. Bibliothèque de l'École nationale supérieure des Beaux-Arts, Paris, Mn. Mas 95

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“Adverse conditions are your spiritual teacher; Demons and possessor spirits, the Buddha’s emanations; Sickness is a broom for negative karma and defilements; Sufferings are displays of ultimate reality’s expanse—”

— Serlingpa, (Mind Training: The Great Collection, p. 195)

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