#john coll

[jareckiworld]

John Coll — Head of Samuel Beckett (bronze on black marble base, 1998)

[streetsofdublin]

TRIBUTE TO LUKE KELLY - LIFE SIZE BRONZE BY JOHN COLL

Luke Kelly's legacy and contributions to Irish music and culture have been described as "iconic" and have been captured in a number of documentaries and anthologies.

PHOTOGRAPHED 7 FEBRUARY 2023 Luke Kelly’s legacy and contributions to Irish music and culture have been described as “iconic” and have been captured in a number of documentaries and anthologies. The influence of his Scottish grandmother was influential in Kelly’s help in preserving important traditional Scottish songs such as “Mormond Braes”, the Canadian folk song “Peggy Gordon”, Robert Burns’…

[diioonysus]

shoes + art

[resplendentoutfit]

Fancy Women in 30s Evening Gowns: A Selection of Portraits and a Gown

Maggy Rouff, designer • Evening dress in white Romaine crepe • 1931

Right: Albert Henry Collings (1868-1947) • Portrait of a Lady in an Evening Dress • 1930s

Left: George Spencer Watson (British, 1869 - 1934) • Dorothy • 1929

Alfred Reginald Thomson (British, 1894-1979) • Portrait of Mrs Vivienne Hilliard • 1934

Yellow Satin Evening Gown • 1930s • Augusta Auctions

Gerda Wegener (Danish, 1886 - 1940)

[scottyzoomz]

GUYS LOOK WHAT PATRICK HIGGINS POSTED A WEEK AGO.

AHHHHHHHHHHH ITS THEMMMM ITS THEMMM!!!!!1 my babies..... ITS THEM!!! the gang<3

[sigurism]

John Davis Chandler Mad Dog Coll Dir: Burt Balaban

[lbdwow]

Capitalism is the extraordinary belieft that the nastiest of men for the nastiest of motives will somehow work together for the benefit of all.

John Maynard Keynes

Yasmin Wijnaldum by Chris Colls for ELLE US.jpg

[siggyappreciation]

@sigurism

[crashnbrn]

look at these feral bitchy angry mean boyfriends. literally disgusting.

i love them

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE III (2023)

"Let's keep this professional, boys."

[pilgrim1975]

Alphonse Brengard. Justice delayed, but not denied.

When New York cop-killer Alphonse Brengard walked his last mile at Sing Sing on September 6, 1934 it may have been with a firm sense of time and his crimes having finally caught up with him. Brengard died for a murder effectively committed years before, but he was not to wait in Sing Sing’s infamous ‘Death House’ for very long. After evading the law for several years after the shooting, Brengard…

[footballmanageraddict]

For Sparta! | Part 10 | Spartans' Warrior Spirit Shines

#FM24 #ForSparta Part 10: Spartans' Warrior Spirit Shines. @SpartansFC yet again defied all the odds to take the cinch Championship by storm, only losing 3 times en route to winning the title and reaching the Premiership for the first time! Read here:

The Spartan Army massively upset all the odds to record the best season in club history and reach the Championship playoffs for the first time in 2031. But the challenge now was to build on that improvement and ensure they didn’t suffer a repeat of the relegation in 2029. The Spartans’ summer began with the board deciding to blow £1.6m on new youth facilities – leaving them with £350k in the…

[scottwellsmagic]

799: TRICS 2023 - Days One & Two Report

Thursday, November 2nd

Kayla Drescher                7:00pm – 8:00pm David Jonathon               9:00pm – 10:00pm

Friday, November 3rd

Blake Vogt                    11:00 – 12:00 Eric Jones                      1:00 – 2;00 Lunch                             2:00 – 3:30 Jon Armstrong              3:30 – 4:30 Insights                          5:30 – 7:00 Dinner                            7:00 – 8:30 Friday Night Show       8:30 – 9:30 Pizza Party                    10:00 Until

Time stamps for this episode:

00:00:17 - Scott takes off on his “flying carpet” from Houston to Charlotte for the TRICS convention. He talks about some of the talent who will be at the convention.

00:05:28 - at the registration desk we chat with Tiffany Allen (the wife of Boris Wild) who talks about the registration at this convention plus what it’s like after moving to France

00:12:07 - Shawn Farquhar (the Guest of Honor at this convention) plus Billy Hsueh talk about their recent travels around the world

00:21:44 - Marv Leventhal tells us about the health status of Tom Craven

00:32:58 - Kyle Purnell and John Wolfe chat about this convention and why they attend here regularly plus we recap the lectures from the previous night

00:38:45 - Scott Robinson, main organizer of TRICS tells us that this is year number 14 and some of the special things going on

00;44:00 - Joe Daniels will be the host of the Insights event later today and talks about who will be on the panel

00:49:19 - Roy Eidem confirmed that Tom Craven had passed within the past few hours and since Marv Leventhal and Scott Wells talked about him

00:52:03 - David Coll, Chris Sharp, and Robert Sands are all first-timers to this convention and explain why they came to this event and what they are looking forward to seeing. It’s a nice perspective from the viewpoint of first-timers.

00:55:48 - Michael Kaminskas and Scott Wells give a wrap-up of most of today’s activities.

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[magical-grrrl-mavis]

There have been 82 Doctors at this point!

Keep reading line because the list is so damn long.

Main Continuum

(In order of appearance)

Classic Who

First Doctor (William Hartnell 1963 – 1966, Richard Hurdnall 1983, David Bradley 2017, 2022)

Second Doctor (Patrick Troughton 1966 – 1969)

Third Doctor (John Pertwee 1970 – 1974)

Fourth Doctor (Tom Baker 1974 – 1981)

Fifth Doctor (Peter Davidson 1981 – 1984)

Sixth Doctor (Colin Baker 1984 – 1986)

Seventh Doctor (Sylvester McCoy 1987 – 1989)

Eighth Doctor (Paul McGann 1996 movie)

Nu Who

Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston 2005)

Tenth Doctor (David Tennant 2005 – 2010)

Eleventh Doctor (Matt Smith 2010 – 2013)

The War Doctor (John Hurt 2013)

Twelfth Doctor (Peter Capaldi 2013 – 2017)

Thirteenth Doctor (Jodie Whittaker 2017 – 2022)

Fourteenth Doctor (David Tennant 2023)

Fifteenth Doctor (Ncutu Gatwa 2023 - ?)

Pre - Memory Doctors

(Timeless child my beloathed)

Morbius Doctors (Robert Holmes, Graeme Harper, Douglas Camfield, Philip Hinchcliffe, Christopher Baker, Robert Banks Stewart, George Gallaccio and Christopher Barry 1976)

The Other (Sylvester McCoy, 1990)

The Fugitive Doctor (Jo Martin 2020)

The Timeless Child(ren) (TBA, Grace Nettle, Leo Tang, Jac Jones, TBA, Jesse Deyi 2020)

Brendan (Evan McCabe 2020)

Possible Future Doctors

(italicized parts of names are the title of that Doctor's first appearance, if I can't find a better name)

Father of Time (No Actor, 1987)

"Merlin" or The Battlefield Doctor (No actor, 1991)

The Army of Shadows Doctor (No actor, 1991)

"Fred" (No actor, 1993)

The Relic (no actor 1997, 2002)

The Storytelling Doctor (Tom Baker 1999)

The Web of Caves Future Doctor (Mark Gatiss, 1999)

The Blue Angel Future Doctor (No Actor, 1999)

The Curator 1 (Tom Baker, 2013)

The Curator 2 (Collin Baker, 2022)

Pseudo-Doctors

The Watcher (Adrian Gibbs 1981)

The Valyard (Michael Jayston 1986)

The Obverse Eight Doctor (No actor, 1999)

The Metacrisis Doctor (David Tennant 2008)

The DoctorDonna (Catherine Tait 2008)

The Dream Lord (Tony Jones 2010)

The Ganger Doctor (Matt Smith 2011)

The Spriggan (David Tennant 2022)

Alternate Realities

Dalek Films

Dr. Who (Peter Cushing 1965, 1966)

The Inferno Universe

The Leader (Jack Kine, 1970)

Doctor Who and the Daleks in Seven Keys to Doomsday

The Doctor (Trevor Martin 1974)

Previous Doctor (Nocholas Briggs 2008)

The Lenny Henry Show

The Seventh Doctor (Lenny Henry 1986)

What If?

The Eighth Doctor (No actor, 1997)

The Infinity Doctors

The Infinity Doctor (No actor, 1998)

The Curse of Fatal Death

The Doctor (Rowan Atkinsen 1999)

The Quite Handsom Doctor (Richard E Grant 1999)

The Shy Doctor (Jim Briadbent 1999)

The Handsom Doctor (Hugh Grant 1999)

The Female Doctor (Joanna Lumley 1999)

The Chronicles of Doctor Who?

The Doctor (no actor, 2000)

Klein's Story

Johann Schmidt (Paul McGann, 2010)

Father Time

The Emperor (No actor, 2001)

Scream of the Shalka

The 9th Doctor (Richard E Grant 2003)

Doctor Who Unbound

The Doctor (Geoffrey Bayldon 2003)

The Unbound Doctor (David Warner 2003)

The Heartless Doctor (David Collings 2003)

The New Heartless Doctor (Ian Brooker 2003)

Martin Bannister (Derek Jacobi 2003)

The Victorious Valyard (Michael Jayston 2003)

The Previous Doctor (Nicholas Briggs 2003)

The Exile Doctor (Arabella Weir 2003)

The Warrior (Collin Baker 2022)

Gallifrey - Disassembled

Lord Burner (Collin Baker 2011)

Gallifrey - Regenerators

Commentater Theta Sigma (Collin Baker, 2011)

False Negative

The Doctor (No actor, 2017)

The People Made of Smoke

The Sixth Doctor (Dan Starkey, 2020)

Unspecified Doctors

Yeah sometimes they just say "The Doctor" and don't bother specifying...

The Cabinet of Light Doctor (No Actor, 2003)

The Dalek Factor Doctor (No actor, 2004)

[fallenneziah]

Back Roads.

A/n: it's very late but the next entry in my Christmas gift. This month and last month have been hectic with landlord stuff. But I made a promise, here is your food. Of course if you want you can find Soap, Ghost, and König as well. ❤️

Cw: Car sex, drinking, mention of alcohol, slight age gap, but age gap isn't mentioned at all. Christmas sex! The reader is described as afab. Pet names.

Taglist: @mishaglass @kkaaaagt

You were having a Christmas Eve party with a couple of friends out at the bar. Lots of peppermint drinks and alcohol went around. Typical bar food poisoning every ounce of happy sobriety you had. Your friends were loud, of course. Sat between Johnny, who rambled on, Price to your other side.

He could see the zoning out in your eyes. You weren't entirely drunk, but the night seemed it might come up short for you.

Taking another swig of his drink, he squeezed your thigh gently, running his firm hand up the muscle and stroking back down.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm tired," you huffed.

"Tired, drunk or just bored?" He questioned.

"Tired and drunk, maybe a bit of bored," you smirked, "Why?

John hummed, putting down his empty cup and wiping his lower lip. "Ditch the party, go for a drive? Dirt road, nowhere home."

You leaned on the bar, spinning your nearly empty drink. "Gaz'll call someone. He will get their arses home."

John cleared his throat, standing up. You smiled softly and followed after him. Vacating the bar and feeling the peaceful night air calming your nerves again.

"This year has gone by so fast.." You slipped your hand into him as you stepped off the curb and followed into the dimly lit parking lot to his truck.

"Always feels like that doesn't it? Not much to savour."

You shrugged. "Well, if anything, I'm glad we worked... This out." You looked up at him, his soft blue eyes resembling diamonds when they cast off the light in the parking lot.

They're tired, but still carry the sense of weighty intrigue.

He brought your knuckles to his lips, giving them a gentle kiss. His other hand gently cradled your neck and pulled you into a proper kiss. "M'glad to love."

He opened the passenger door and let you climb in, going around and starting the truck. He backed out, his hand finding your thigh again like clockwork. Thumb slowly massaging and squeezing.

Your fingers traced the veins on the top of his hand, watching them disappear as they went back under his sleeve. "So where exactly are we going, love?"

"Somewhere." He said, driving the familiar path into the thick trees and turning onto a dirt road.

You looked out the window, seeing the coll air frost against the window frame. The moon casts down through clouds. Price flicked on his high beams, and just like that, you were off. The usual path you took to get away from it all.

You turned up the radio. Hearing the usual Christmas songs. "Ick." You chuckle softly, hearing Price do the same. Finally, you found something that didn't sound like Christmas.

Letting him drive, feeling the road grind against the truck tires.

"I think I'd rather be somewhere quieter," you admit.

Price nodded, knowing you'd say that. "Alright, darlin'." He reached over and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Christmas was always such a rush. You wished you could curl up by the fire with John. And sip hot chocolate. Kiss until you couldn't, and watch all the movies you damn well pleased.

You slowly traced his hand, John's eyes remaining on the path ahead despite where his mind led him.

You leaned over the console, touching his shoulder. "John..."

"Hmm?" He hummed softly.

You listened to the slow sway of the radio. "Kiss me."

"I'm driving."

"Then stop the car."

He didn't need to be told twice. Slowing down and moving to the side of the dirt path. He turned off his high beams and leaned toward you.

"Now, what is it, darlin'?"

"Just kiss me," you whispered, cupping his cheek.

He grinned and met you in the middle, kissing you sweetly. His beard tickled your skin, his rough hand tightening around your thigh and hoisting you closer. You made a noise of surprise as he helped you from your seatbelt.

Slow kisses growing rushed, mixing alcohol and semi-sober thoughts, spinning your minds in a trajectory of bliss.

It was the first time John felt truly happy in years. The world was right. It was all right. You were here, and the universe wasn't trying to separate you.

He pulled away, his hands on your thighs and gave them a light squeeze.

You looked up into his eyes again. His hands came to rest on his chest. His hand reached for the heat, cranking it up.

"You solid, love?" He asked, feeling the taste of alcohol fresh from your tongue.

"Solid... You?"

John chuckles, flipping his seat back so you can move into his space, pushing out of his chair and into the back.

"Solid."

You crawled on top of him, feeling his hands guide you, bringing your knees up, squeezing gently and flipping you.

He pressed himself over you, the heat from his body warming your chilled form.

You brought your hand up to his hair, stroking through the soft brown curls. "Love you."

John's smile softened, kissing you once more. "I love you too." He slowly ran his hands up your body. Training kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Leaving a little nip or two behind.

He wasn't a juvenile. He didn't need to leave bite marks and hickeys on you. Goddamn, he wanted to. But when his hands squeezed your sides and parted your legs, he knew that if any man got close enough to see those prints, he'd run.

"Fuck, John," you hissed, feeling his teeth sink into your neck, his hand rubbing between your thighs, squeezing softly, and stroking the fabric.

John's thumb found your clit through the fabric. You whined, and your breathing picked up a little when his thumb pressed against the seam of your pants, rolling it against your panties, knowing he had you right where you needed it.

His eyes looked down to watch the rise and fall of your chest, and then his attention fell to the soft moans that left your mouth.

"Good girl, makin' all that noise for me."

Your eyelids fluttered, feeling faint as his lips trailed another warm breath over your neck and kissed your jaw.

You reach weakly for him, and he lets you, enjoying how you cling to him for any semblance of remaining. Knowing he'll slowly pull you apart. Inch, by little inch.

You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Feeling it soak through the fabric. You could feel his smile against your neck and knew he could feel it too.

You were always so ready for him, so willing. This would be his Christmas present. You were always such a present for him.

He slowly undid your pants, sliding down and rubbing his fingers over your panties, pulling them off quickly.

He felt your wetness, dragging his fingers between your labia and teasing your slit.

You closed your eyes, feeling his tongue flatly drag over your cunt from bottom to top. Teasing your clit, his beard making your hips jump and soft gasps leave your lungs.

His grin widens against your cunt, slowly and diligently working every little bunch in your cunt. Lapping at your slit and sliding his finger in, curling it inside your tight walls.

His eyes flicked up, watching you arch. His cock straining against his jeans, throbbing and begging to be freed.

Your fingers curled into the back of his shirt, tugging him closer, wanting more of him. He pulled his fingers from you and sucked them clean, leaning back down and lapping at your clit.

You gasped, hips bucking up. Feeling his arm curl around you and pin you to the bench seat, his beard scratching the insides of your thighs.

His eyes held a hint of mischief for every way he could make you squirm. Feeling you moving against him and bucking occasionally despite the firm hold he had on you.

Your eyes flutter, whining. "John- John I..." You couldn't find the words. Letting him work you deeper, feeling your cunt spasm and pump his reward to his lips. Slathering you in your orgasm.

Rubbing the thick reward against your pretty swollen clit.

He leaned back, grunting and undoing his belt. He looked at you, his cock throbbing when he took it out, shaft springing up. He pressed his thumb against the head, shuffling forward.

You were still hazy, coming down from your high, able to hear the faint rattle of his belt buckle.

He was quick, pressing the head of his cock between your swollen labia.

He kissed the top of your head, keeping your thigh open and pressed against the ground as he slid his cock into you. Slick pooled on his cock head as he pushed in.

You whined and gasped, gripping his arm, eyelids fluttering as your cunt stretched around his thick shaft.

"There it is... Fuck, good girl. Good girl, love."

"Oh god," you groaned.

He leaned down, kissing you hungrily. You tasted yourself on his tongue, groaning as his hips slowly rolled into yours, his cock pumping in and out of you.

His hands ran up your thighs, holding your hips and pulling you into him, burying his cock inside you. The cold outside made no difference as he nestled inside your warm cunt. Claiming home inside your tightly clenched cunt.

He groaned, biting your neck, hips jerking hard and fast into yours.

You cried out, his hand coming up and covering your mouth. He didn't stop, fucking into you as your moans grew higher and more desperate.

"Fuck, love-" He grunted, hips desperately pounding into you, milking you for your worth. His cock pulsing inside you. He looked down, watching your swollen cunt take him. Panting heavily, keeping you securely pinned.

His thumb circled your clit, the coil inside you growing tighter and tighter. Your eyes shut tightly, nails digging into his forearm.

"Oh fuck- John, John- John, John-"

"I'm here, I'm here," he reassured you, groaning softly, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you nearly blackout. Squirming and whining as he fucks your orgasm out of you. His cock was coated in your spend, leaking around his shaft.

He kissed your forehead, still not slowing down. Your eyes rolled back in your head, crying into his hand as he pounded through your sensitivity.

His cock twitched as your walls contracted around him. Finally, he pulled out, pressing his thumb against his shaft and jerking ropes of thick cum across your heaving stomach.

He stroked his shaft, groaning softly.

"God, look at you..." He hummed.

You whined, feeling the aftershocks. His cum sticking to your stomach, his finger trailing through it.

He brought his thumb up to your lips, pressing his way in, making you taste him. Your eyes brimmed with tears when your lips met, slowly kissing. John's watch beeped quietly, signalling midnight.

"Merry Christmas, love."

[bcolfanfic]

¹⁰⁾ a dingy truck stop after ten hours on the road

bucky x buck x josie road trip vibes

(-: had fun with this

/ / /

"Papa," Josie said, pushing her foot against the back of the passenger seat where John was sat. Gale looked in the rearview mirror, offering a gentle chiding for kicking the seat- his husband tilting his head back to look at her.

"Hm baby?"

"Why aren’t we goin’ to Wis-con-sin in an airplane?"

John hoped she never grew out of the way she sounded out long words. And shared her current sentiment.

He laughed lightly to himself, reaching across the console to massage the back of Gale’s neck. "That's a question for daddy to answer I think,"

"Because daddy is trying to save us some money."

John hummed- half because he found Gale’s playful indignant tone with him endearing, and half because he knew the real reason.

“She had a hard time on the plane last time, don’t wanna put her through that again.” He’d said across the kitchen table from him when they sat down to hash everything out.

And it wasn’t an off base assertion- their trip to New York six months ago had been somewhat of a disaster in regards to the travel aspect. He wasn’t exactly itching to relive it either- and dreaded seeing his daughter upset. But there was a flip side.

“So next time we go out east we’re gonna drive for two days?” John asked softly as he leaned back in his chair. “Gotta push her a little Gale, it’ll get better the more she does it.”

Gale chewed on his lip, digging the ball of his foot into the kitchen floor. “Only one day of drivin’ to get to Wisconsin.” He said after a minute, looking at something on his laptop. “And it’d be cheaper than three plane tickets.”

So John let him have this, under the agreement that he’d be quite a bit more hard pressed to road trip to New York.

Josie tossed the topic as quickly as she’d raised it, leaning forward to get as close to them as she could from her seat.

"Didja know I'm gonna be six soon?"

"I sure did,” Gale said, tapping his fingers on that steering wheel. “You makin' any big plans?"

"Mhm.” She replied, dropping back against her seat to look out the window. “Gonna go to coll-ege."

John didn’t know if he liked the sound of that so soon, and saw what looked like the same thought cross over Gale’s face. He chuckled, lifting his eyes towards her in the mirror.

"Already? What are you gonna study peanut?"

"Ummmm," Josie started, tilting her head. "Horses, and and rabbits, and birds,"

"You know Uncle Rosie knows a lot about birds, you should talk to him about that." John said, glancing back towards Gale- concerned when he noticed that he seemed deflated.

By the end of the hour the five-year-old had chatterboxed herself right to sleep, John reaching over to give Gale's thigh a little squeeze.

"You okay? We can switch off at the next rest stop,"

Gale didn’t say anything for a minute, taking a little breath in like he always did when he was trying not to cry.

"She's gonna go to college someday, gonna leave," He said, voice wobbly.

John moved his hand back to the nape of his neck, rubbing his thumb there in a circle.

”Well she's not goin' when she's six at least." He said lightly, his own emotions about the reality of what awaited them in about twelve years starting to coil in his throat.

Gale went quiet again, for so long that John moved his hand to reach forward and turn the radio back on.

Until Gale broke the silence.

"I want another one."

John stopped mid-motion, his eyes widening as he glanced at the small blue screen of the radio display. He leaned back slowly in his seat, feeling his husband's eyes on him.

"You do?"

Gale’s nod in affirmation answered that.

It wasn’t something John was opposed to- he’d had his own moments of thinking about it, and almost bringing it up to Gale himself.

There was just a piece to it all that he felt less certain about.

"You thinkin’ of doing it the same way as last time, or,” He started, and the way Gale’s eyes seemed to focus on the road ahead gave him a feeling as to where his answer was headed.

“I- y’ know, maybe I just,” He started. “We missed so much.”

And there it was- the same stipulation that kept John up at night if he let him.

On the one hand, embarrassingly, the thought of an infant- of being responsible for someone from scratch like that, terrified him.

But on the other, every little thing he realized they missed out on with Josie made his heart ache. Having about seven photos from the first four years of their daughter’s life just wasn’t how it was supposed to be- he thought on occasion.

Before he could find the words to respond to Gale they were pulling into a rest stop- and suddenly feeling suffocated in the car, John couldn't get out fast enough.

Opening the back door, he gently shook Josie's foot to rouse her from sleep. She groaned when she realized she was being woken up, moving away from him with a huff.

"I know sweetheart," He said softly, undoing her seatbelt and helping her down. "Go can right back to sleep in a minute."

The rest stop was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the fluorescents that were on their last leg overhead. When Josie had washed her hands and they were about to head back out, she stopped- sleepy head drooping against the back of John's legs.

Obliging to her wordless ask- he scooped her up, pausing for a moment to brush the hair out of her face.

He ran the back of his hand along her cheek, it hitting him suddenly that she looked closer to her sixth birthday than she had before. Looked less like the little baby faced four-year-old that became his daughter overnight- and more like a big kid in a way that made a lump form in his throat.

When he made it back to the car with her Gale wasn’t in the driver's seat anymore. He was standing outside it, phone to his face- looking pale.

John got Josie back into her car seat and shut the door before circling back around the front of the car to him.

"Thank you Natalie- okay, John's here, I'm gonna call you back."

Natalie, John thought, and froze. The only Natalie they knew was their social worker from Josie's adoption.

"Why's Natalie calling?" He blurted out the second Gale hung up.

Dragging a hand over his face and pushing it through his hair, Gale tried to steady his breath. But his bottom lip trembled, John feeling more nauseas with every second that it took him to start talking.

When he finally did talk, the words that left his mouth made him sick all the same.

"Josie's mom had another baby- another one she can't keep."

"What?"

The utterance flew out of his mouth before he could form a more coherent response, and he felt his own eyes widen.

They'd never had any contact with the woman since her rights had been terminated by the time they were in Josie's life. The last they'd been told, over a year ago now, was that she was facing child neglect charges.

Despite his efforts to focus, he struggled to fully comprehend Gale's words as he continued to talk.

"Natalie said she called us first because we have Josie. The baby came early, he’s got- she said he’s stable now but-”

"We're turnin' around, right?"John interjected, feeling like it wasn't even a question he needed to ask given the conversation they'd been having all of ten fucking minutes ago.

Gale paused like he was waiting for John to take it back.

But when he didn't, he nodded- pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. "Yeah- yeah of course we're turning around."

[justforbooks]

Icône du cinéma français, Alain Delon s’est éteint ce dimanche 18 août, à 88 ans. De sa révélation sur le grand écran au début des années 1960 à son César du meilleur acteur, retour sur sa carrière en sept films emblématiques qui ont campé son style.

Il était l’un des acteurs qui a enregistré le plus d’entrées en France, totalisant plus de 136 millions de spectateurs avec l’ensemble des films qui l’ont mis en scène. Alain Delon est mort ce dimanche 18 août 2024, à l’âge de 88 ans, ont annoncé ses enfants. La star du grand écran a marqué le cinéma français de son empreinte avec 90 longs-métrages, qui ont façonné sa réputation de légende et son style caractéristique. En voici sept particulièrement marquants.

« Christine » (1958) : sa rencontre avec Romy Schneider Alain Delon n’a que 23 ans et a fait ses premiers pas au cinéma un an plus tôt, dans Quand la femme s’en mêle d’Yves Allégret, lorsque l’actrice allemande Romy Schneider le choisit sur photo pour tourner avec elle dans Christine, de Pierre-Gaspard Huit. Il y incarne le lieutenant Franz Lobheiner, amant d’une riche baronne autrichienne dont il veut rompre, qui tombe follement amoureux de la charmante Christine Weiring, jouée par la jeune star du cinéma qui n’a alors que 20 ans. La première rencontre entre les deux acteurs, à la descente de l’avion, deux mois plus tôt, n’était pourtant pas des plus concluantes. La barrière de la langue les sépare et le duo ne s’entend absolument pas. Ils finiront pourtant par tomber amoureux et former un couple connu comme « les plus beaux fiancés d’Europe ».

« Plein soleil » (1960) : la révélation d’un « jeune premier » Deux ans plus tard, Alain Delon est choisi par le réalisateur René Clément pour jouer dans une adaptation du roman Monsieur Ripley, de Patricia Highsmith. Alors qu’il devait jouer le deuxième rôle masculin, il parvient à convaincre l’équipe de réalisation qu’il serait plus adapté dans le costume du personnage principal, Tom Ripley, qui colle plus à son caractère un peu « voyou ». Avec ce rôle, Alain Delon se révèle sur le grand écran et pose les jalons de ce qui deviendra son style, charismatique et un peu rebelle. « Personne ne savait qui j’étais. Le film qui a fait le tour du monde, a été la base de ma carrière », avait d’ailleurs reconnu l’acteur.

« Le Guépard » (1963) : la palme d’or à Cannes Alain Delon y incarne Tancrède Falconeri, le neveu du prince Fabrice de Salina (Burt Lancaster) qui se lie d’amour avec une bourgeoise, Angelica Sedara (Claudia Cardinale), dans une Italie du milieu du XIXe siècle marquée par le déclin de l’aristocratie traditionnelle. Adapté du roman éponyme de Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, cette fresque obtient la Palme d’or au Festival de Cannes en 1963 et devient un succès commercial et critique dès sa sortie. Alain Delon, au sommet de son élégance (moustache fine et raie sur le côté), y est l’incarnation de la noblesse. Le couple qu’il forme avec Claudia Cardinale entre dans l’histoire du cinéma. Le film comporte notamment une scène de bal devenue iconique, qui marque la victoire de la bourgeoisie sur la noblesse et où les trajectoires du trio principal trouvent leur aboutissement.

« Le Samouraï » (1967) : la consécration du « genre » Delon Cette première collaboration avec Jean-Pierre Melville donne l’un des chefs-d’œuvre de la filmographie de Delon, qui incarne le tueur solitaire Jef Costello. Fantomatique, inexpressif (son personnage n’a quasiment aucune réplique), obsédé par la maîtrise, avec son regard bleu froid, son imper et son chapeau : ce personnage est à la base du mythe Delon. L’esthétique de ce polar glacial influencera nombre d’autres cinéastes, dont John Woo ou Quentin Tarantino. La collaboration Delon-Melville accouchera d’un autre chef-d’œuvre, Le Cercle rouge (1970, avec Bourvil), avant Un flic (1972).

« La Piscine » (1969) : les retrouvailles avec Romy Schneider Mi-drame, mi-polar, ce film de Jacques Deray marque les retrouvailles entre Alain Delon et Romy Schneider, avec qui il a formé un couple mythique du cinéma français. Il n’y aura pas de retour de flamme entre eux mais la carrière de l’actrice allemande, alors en demi-teinte, redécolle. Plus de 3 millions de spectateurs plongent dans la piscine au-dessus de Saint-Tropez, fréquentée par le couple mais aussi par Maurice Ronet et Jane Birkin. Delon dira plus tard : « Ce film, je ne peux plus le regarder. Trop douloureux de revoir Romy et Maurice (morts en 1982 et 1983, N.D.L.R) rire aux éclats. »

« Borsalino » (1970) : son duo iconique avec Belmondo C’est encore grâce à Jacques Deray qu’Alain Delon connaît un vrai succès populaire avec Borsalino, où il forme un tandem iconique avec Jean-Paul Belmondo. Le film, histoire de deux jeunes voyous qui tentent de devenir les caïds de la pègre marseillaise, marque le point d’orgue du duo entre Delon et son rival, mais aussi ami. « Heureusement qu’il était là. Ni l’un ni l’autre n’aurait fait la même carrière sans l’autre. Il y avait une compétition mais aussi une sorte de stimulation entre nous. Ça m’aurait vraiment emmerdé qu’il ne soit pas là. Qu’est-ce que j’aurais foutu sans lui pendant cinquante ans ? » Le succès est au rendez-vous : le long métrage enregistre plus de 4,7 millions d’entrées et une suite, Borsalino and Co, sort au cinéma quatre ans plus tard.

« Notre histoire » (1984) : son seul César du meilleur acteur Malgré son immense carrière, Alain Delon n’a décroché qu’une seule fois le César du meilleur acteur obtenu en 1985 pour son rôle dans Notre histoire, de Bertrand Blier, sorti l’année précédente. Cette comédie dramatique, parfois absurde, parle de solitude et d’amour, autour de la rencontre dans un train, entre Robert, la quarantaine fatiguée, et une jeune femme désabusée, incarnée par Nathalie Baye. Le public ne suivra pas, mais la critique a majoritairement aimé ce film dans lequel Delon a pris des risques pour camper un personnage fragile, un ivrogne, bien loin de celui qu’il interprétait dans le Samouraï.

Alain Delon, qui avait commencé sa carrière à la fin des années 1950, était l’un des derniers monstres sacrés du cinéma français.

Né le 8 novembre 1935 à Sceaux (Hauts-de-Seine), Alain Delon fait ses débuts sur le grand écran à la fin des années 1950, dans Quand la femme s’en mêle, d’Yves Allégret.

Ces premiers pas au cinéma, il les doit à un « scout » qui les repère, lui et son charisme, lors d’un casting sauvage réalisé en marge du Festival de Cannes, à une époque où le jeune Alain Delon enchaîne les petits boulots. Quelques mois plus tôt, il était revenu d’Indochine, où il a servi dans la Marine, avant d’être renvoyé pour avoir, selon la légende, « emprunté » une jeep pour aller faire la fête. Un beau gosse un rien rebelle. Tout Delon est là, déjà.

Ce personnage de voyou magnifique, auquel sa nature semble le prédestiner, Alain Delon va l’étrenner, le perfectionner durant une bonne partie de sa carrière.

Très rapidement, on le verra ainsi incarner un tueur à gages dans Le Samouraï (1967), dans l’une de ses nombreuses collaborations avec Jean-Pierre Melville. Puis, dans Borsalino (1970), où il partage l’affiche avec son meilleur ennemi, Jean-Paul Belmondo, il prend les traits d’un éminent membre de la pègre marseillaise.

Toujours en 1970, dans Le Cercle rouge, il joue un autre bandit de classe, traqué par un Bourvil à contre-emploi. Mais, plus tard, les Français le verront passer de l’autre côté de l’insigne, dans Parole de flic ou Pour la peau d’un flic, film qu’il produira, comme une trentaine d’autres.

La rubrique des faits divers, celui qui ne cachera jamais ses attaches à droite la côtoiera également dans le civil. À la fin des années 1960, alors qu’il est au faîte de sa gloire, il sera ainsi entendu dans le cadre de la médiatique affaire Markovic, du nom de son ancien homme à tout faire yougoslave, retrouvé assassiné. La procédure, dans laquelle un ami d’Alain Delon, François Marcantoni, était le principal suspect, avait débouché sur un non-lieu pour preuves insuffisantes. Elle aura néanmoins perturbé le tournage du Clan des Siciliens, dans lequel il partage l’affiche Jean Gabin et Lino Ventura. Rien que ça.

Puis, au tournant des années 2023 et 2024, il sera l’objet d’une brouille entre ses enfants, Anouckha, Alain-Fabien et Anthony, sur fond d’héritage et de présence d’une « dame de compagnie », Hiromi Rollin. La découverte, quelques semaines plus tard, des dizaines d’armes que possède l’acteur dans sa résidence de Douchy (Loiret), finira d’alimenter une chronique qui aura quelque peu terni l’image de l’acteur.

Mais, entre-temps, Alain Delon aura peaufiné son autre facette, celle du séducteur à la gueule d’ange. Celle-ci crève l’écran dès 1960, dans Plein Soleil de René Clément et dans Rocco et ses frères, où Delon donne la réplique à Claudia Cardinale, sous les ordres de l’un de ses mentors, Luchino Visconti.

Ce séducteur patenté, les spectateurs le retrouveront régulièrement par la suite. Dans Le Guépard (1963), film-fleuve issu de l’œuvre de Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, par exemple. Mais aussi, et peut-être surtout, dans La Piscine (1970), film sensuel dans lequel Delon donne la réplique à Romy Schneider, son ex-compagne.

Plus que ceux qu’il forma avec Nathalie Delon, Mireille Darc ou, un temps, avec Dalida, le couple mythique qu’Alain Delon forma avec l’interprète de Sissi, contribuera à le faire entrer dans la légende du cinéma français, celle à laquelle, diront ses détracteurs, il était si conscient d’appartenir. Difficile toutefois, en regardant dans le rétroviseur, de le contredire sur ce point.

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