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Is she even considered a main cast member in this series? Her whole family is there on the carpet taking pics like she’s the main star. That DM article is sickening but we already know how her family has them on payroll. That dress is hideous. She looks basic. Forgive my language but I agree the shippers are fucking idiots. If Austin was really there would have been pics guaranteed. You are right we got confirmation of her being in Paris and after the London premiere with a quickness. We would have definitely gotten pics or other fans saying he was there. He’s working. I swear this fandom is full of dumbasses.

im not sure exactly if her character as Mitzy the manicurist who wants to be a model (i laugh) has a lot of screen time, but kristen wiig is the main star. she never gets lead roles in literally anything she has done, so while she might be on the roster i think her screentime compared to others in this show is significantly less. they haven't promoted her in the show nearly as much as Kristen or Ricky Martin.

let me play devils advocate for a minute and really put this into perspective. she's there with her entire family, there are a plethora of pictures and videos to document their arrival to the premiere and support of kaia. devils advocate here would be saying okay austin went to this premiere also. but he is purposefully hiding from the cameras, he doesn't want to be photographed, he is nowhere near her at any time or even around her family while they wait for her pics on the carpet to be done. so he's loafing around hiding away in the shadows away from her family and kaia herself, not wanting to be seen at a highly publicized event. seemingly he doesn't want people to see him supporting his girlfriend. that is the shippers reality right now in their minds, and that is a bleak reality if they think that's true love. that was me giving the reality of that devils advocate situation.

what do we have to show for it in actual reality? nothing. no pictures or videos. no nothing written in any articles, nada.

so he hides away but she can take pictures with fans and flaunt herself when Austin was working in London for Dune? bull-fucking-shit. that's a depressing relationship any way you slice it.

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It takes a lot of primping to look fab at 133 years old. Here’s a fun fact about the Eiffel Tower: It’s painted the traditional way mostly by hand. The Eiffel Tower is stripped of its color and repainted every seven years by 50 painters to date, the tower has been repainted 19 times. On average, at least 60 tons of paint are applied to the whole structure to prevent the iron exteriors from rusting. The Eiffel Tower has since undergone a sparkling golden makeover for the 2024 Paris Olympic Games

ohhhh so the eiffel tower can have its own personal manicurist(s) but when i want one i'm "being unreasonable" and "needlessly wasting money". celebrities🙄

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Bessie Coleman!

From The Collection : The African American Experience 1892 -1926

Bessie Coleman

Bessie Coleman was the first African-American woman, and also the first woman of Native-American descent, to hold a pilot’s license. Coleman grew up in a cruel world of poverty and discrimination. She was born in Atlanta, Texas, one county over from Paris, Texas, where whites lynched at least nine Black men between 1890 and 1920. African Americans were barred from voting through literacy tests, poll taxes, economic reprisals and terrorism. They couldn't ride in railway cars with white people, nor use a wide range of public facilities set aside for whites. When young Bessie first went to school at the age of six, it was to a one-room wooden shack, a four-mile walk from her home. Often there wasn't paper to write on nor pencils to write with.

When Coleman turned 23 she headed to Chicago to live with two of her older brothers, hoping to make something of herself. But the Windy City offered little more to an African American woman than did Texas. When Coleman decided she wanted to learn to fly, the discrimination she faced based on race and gender meant that she would have to travel to France to realize her dreams.

It was soldiers returning from World War I with wild tales of flying exploits who first interested Coleman in aviation. She was also spurred on by her brother, who taunted her with claims that French women were superior to African American women because they could fly. In fact, very few American women of any race had pilot's licenses in 1918. Those who did were predominantly white and wealthy. Every flying school that Coleman approached refused to admit her because she was both black and a woman. On the advice of Robert Abbott, the owner of the Chicago Defender and one of the first African American millionaires, Coleman decided to learn to fly in France.

Coleman learned French at a Berlitz school in the Chicago loop, withdrew the savings she had accumulated from her work as a manicurist and the manager of a chili parlor and, with the additional financial support of Abbott and another African American entrepreneur, she set off for Paris from New York on November 20, 1920.

Coleman was the only student of color in her class, but within seven months she achieved her goal. She was taught in a 27-foot biplane that was known to fail frequently, sometimes in the air. During her training Coleman witnessed a fellow student die in a plane crash, which she described as a "terrible shock" to her nerves. But the accident didn't deter her: In June 1921, the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale awarded her an international pilot's license.

When Coleman returned to the U.S. in September 1921, scores of reporters turned out to meet her. The "Air Service News" noted that Coleman had become "a full-fledged aviatrix, the first of her race." She was invited as a guest of honor to attend the all-Black musical Shuffle Along. The entire audience, including the several hundred whites in the orchestra seats, rose to give the first African American female pilot a standing ovation.

Over the next five years Coleman performed at countless air shows. The first took place on September 3, 1922, in Garden City, Long Island. The Chicago Defender publicized the event saying the "wonderful little woman" Bessie Coleman would do "heart thrilling stunts." According to a reporter from Kansas, as many as 3,000 people, including local dignitaries, attended the event. Over the following years, Coleman used her position of prominence to encourage other African Americans to fly. She also made a point of refusing to perform at locations that wouldn't admit Blacks.

Coleman took her tragic last flight on April 30, 1926, in Jacksonville, Florida. Together with a young Texan mechanic called William Wills, Coleman was preparing for an air show that was to have taken place the following day. At 3,500 feet with Wills at the controls, an unsecured wrench somehow got caught in the control gears and the plane unexpectedly plummeted toward earth. Coleman, who wasn't wearing a seat-belt, fell to her death.

About 10,000 mourners paid their last respects to the first African American woman aviator, filing past her coffin in Chicago South's Side. Her funeral was attended by several prominent African Americans, and it was presided over by Ida B. Wells, an outspoken advocate of equal rights. In an editorial in the Dallas Express, the South’s oldest and, at the time, most widely distributed Black newspaper, remarked, "There is reason to believe that the general public did not completely sense the size of her contribution to the achievements of the race as such."

Coleman has not been forgotten in the decades since her death. For a number of years starting in 1931, black pilots from Chicago instituted an annual fly over of her grave. In 1977 a group of African American women pilots established the Bessie Coleman Aviators Club. And in 1992 a Chicago City Council resolution requested that the U.S. Postal Service issue a Bessie Coleman stamp. The resolution noted that "Bessie Coleman continues to inspire untold thousands, even millions of young persons with her sense of adventure, her positive attitude and her determination to succeed."

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I really like his look last night! I think he's finally finding that sweet spot between quirky than classy and was def on theme with kerouac, also agree that the banker look can only last so long lol. I wonder if dior loaned both his and natalia's outfits or if brad and sam styled them too. the nails polish tho! lol quite major & love that they matched<3 I wonder if he went to a manicurist for that or she painted them. I wish there were more pics, we'd have gotten more in paris sigh lol

I really liked that his outfit was on the Kerouac/Beat theme—esp with the turtleneck, but from this vogue article, the collection & the 50s had a lot of ankle flood pants, which is what those are (they could have looked cool in just denim). What’s interesting tho is the look ends up looking more mod/British Invasion/Beatles, prob more than Beat?

Either way, it’s always good to take risks and be on theme, imo! It looks like Brad prob styled both (and I love Natalia’s pink suit) since he was there (unless Sam posts). But I wonder how much input celebs have in choosing; wasn’t there an article on Ferragamo that showed they do (and the Dior caption on IG implied they chose)? And anyway yes LOVE the nail polish 💅 maybe they painted each others or Natalia painted his 🖤 def can’t imagine why they’d need a manicurist for that lol

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Bessie Coleman

THE FIRST AFRICAN AMERICAN FEMALE TO BECOME A PILOT

Bessie Coleman was the first African-American female to become a licensed pilot in 1921. Defeating gender and racial prejudice, the then 29-year-old became a symbol for millions of women of color at a time when African Americans were still battling segregation and fighting for equal rights across the country.  

However, Coleman quickly discovered that as a young black female, finding a place in the U.S. to obtain a pilot's license was no easy task. In 1915, at the age of 23, Coleman moved to Chicago. There she got a job as a manicurist on the city's South Side. One day her brother, John, showed up at her workplace and began taunting her with stories from his time spent in France during WWI. Spowart said John told his younger sister, "You know what makes you different from the women in France? It's that they can fly, and you can't." It was at that moment that Bessie Coleman decided she would become a pilot.  

Coleman was rejected from American aviation schools because of the color of her skin and her gender. She was told to attend an international aviation school in France, so spent her savings learning French and headed to Paris in 1920.  

While in Paris, Coleman spent about seven months learning how to fly and was rewarded with an international pilot’s license in 1921 by the Federation Aeronautique Internationale.  Upon her return to the United States, Coleman became known for her extraordinary stunts and was dubbed “Queen Bess”.

After borrowing planes for years, Coleman finally saved up enough money to buy her own plane. But during a practice run, the plane's motor stalled, and it took a nosedive to the ground. Coleman broke her leg and fractured her ribs. It took nearly two years, but she eventually returned to the skies, flying exhibition shows and performing an occasional parachute jump.  

By 1926, she had saved up enough money to buy a second plane. But on April 30, 1926 in a terrible twist of fate, Coleman's plane took another nosedive. The aircraft went into a tailspin and flipped upside down tossing Coleman out of the open cockpit. She fell 500 feet to the ground and died on impact. She was just 34 years old.

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BARBARA EDEN

August 23, 1931

Barbara Eden was born Barbara Jean Morehead in Phoenix Arizona in 1931, although for years her birth year was thought to be 1934. It was fairly common for young actresses to lie about their age in Hollywood. After her parents divorced, her mother married a telephone lineman, the same profession as Lucille Ball’s father. Eden's first public performance was singing in the church choir. As a teenager, she sang in local bands in night clubs. At age 16, she studied singing and acting. She graduated from High School in San Francisco in the Spring Class of 1949. As Barbara Huffman, she was elected Miss San Francisco in 1951 and she also entered the Miss California pageant. Her name was changed to Eden by her first agent.

“If gentlemen prefer blondes then I'm a blonde that prefers gentlemen.” ~ Barbara Eden

Eden began her television career as a semi-regular on “The Johnny Carson Show” (not to be confused with “The Tonight Show”) in 1955.

Contrary to popular belief, "I Love Lucy” was not Eden’s first small screen  appearance. She had been seen in a November 1956 episode of “West Point.” 

She had also made the RKO film Back from Eternity, a remake of a Lucille Ball film called Five Came Back, which would not be released until later in 1957. It was directed by John Farrow (Mia’s father) and co-starred Keith Andes, who would play Lucy Carmichael’s boyfriend on “The Lucy Show” and co-star with Ball in Wildcat on Broadway in 1960. Eden played a college reporter and was uncredited. Coincidentally, the film also featured Tristram Coffin, who played Diana Jordan’s cousin Harry Munson in “Country Club Dance.” 

In “Country Club Dance” (ILL S6;E25), the male population of Westport is all agog when sexy Diana Jordan (Barbara Eden) visits. Lucy, Ethel and Betty Ramsey decide that getting glamorous is the best revenge. The now-classic episode was filmed on March 21, 1957 and first aired on April 22, 1957.  

Needless to say, that night at the Westport Country Club shapely young Diana’s ‘dance card’ is full!  Pat Boone (not in attendance, but mentioned) was Diana’s favorite singer!

William Asher, the director of this episode, would later direct Barbara Eden in the short-lived sitcom "Harper Valley PTA” (1981-82) and "I Dream of Jeannie… Fifteen Years Later,” a reunion special aired in 1985.

After filming was completed, Desilu gave some of its guest stars small gifts. This 10K gold-filled Zippo lighter was a present for Eden. 

That same year, Eden appeared in an episode of the Desilu sitcom “December Bride” starring Harry Morgan. 

In early 1962, Eden was on the Desilu backlot to play “The Manicurist” on “The Andy Griffith Show.”  At the same time, “The Lucy Show” was filming its first season. 

The next time Lucy and Eden appeared on screen together was at the 1968 Primetime Emmy Awards.  Ball was nominated (and won) for Best Actress in a Comedy for “The Lucy Show”.  “Jeannie” and Eden were then in their third season, but failed to break the top 30 and were not nominated, although Eden, as a recognizable TV figure, was present at the awards. Throughout its long run, the popular sitcom only garnered one Emmy nomination, for Sidney Sheldon’s writing. Barbara and Ball were also presenters (not together) at the 1986 Prime Time Emmy Awards. 

In 1982, Lucy and Eden were among the many women (and one man in drag) assembled for “Bob Hope’s Women I Love: Beautiful and Funny.”  Coincidentally, this special also featured Mary Martin, who was Larry Hagman’s (Major Nelson on “I Dream of Jeannie”) real-life mother. Eden was a favorite of Hope’s, appearing on a dozen Bob Hope specials.   

Eden was present (though she did not speak or get credited) at 1984′s “All-Star Party for Lucille Ball.” Two years later they returned for “All-Star Party for Clint Eastwood.” As a former honoree, Lucy hosted, but Eden was still only an attendee. 

In 1987, Lucy and Barbara joined a myriad of luminaries for “Happy 100th Birthday Hollywood” although they performed in different segments. A year later, Lucy, in one of her final TV appearances, was with Eden in “The Princess Grace Foundation’s Special Gala Tribute to Cary Grant.”  Grant never acted opposite either star. 

OUT OF THE BOTTLE!

In 1965, producer Sidney Sheldon signed Eden to star in his upcoming fantasy sitcom “I Dream of Jeannie” that would air on NBC. It was aimed at wooing audiences away from ABC’s fantasy sitcom “Bewitched.” Eden played Jeannie, a beautiful genie from ancient Persia set free from her bottle by astronaut and Air Force Captain (later Major) Anthony "Tony" Nelson, played by Larry Hagman.

Also in the “Jeannie” cast of regulars was Hayden Rorke (as psychiatrist Dr. Alfred Bellows), who first appeared with Lucille Ball on stage in Dream Girl (1947).

Like Eden, Rorke also did a one-off appearance on “I Love Lucy” as new neighbor Mr. O’Brien who Lucy thinks is a spy, but turns out to be just an actor.   

He would later be seen on “Here’s Lucy” as a judge deciding if Lucy Carter has held an illegal raffle or not.  

Lurene Tuttle, who played the President of The Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “The Club Election” (ILL S2;E19) in 1953, played Jeannie’s mother in a 1965 episode. 

Phil Ober, Vivian Vance’s ex-husband and the actor who played Dore Schary in “Don Juan is Shelved” (ILL S4;E21) in 1955, played General Stone in two season one episodes of “Jeannie.” 

Vinton Hayworth, who played General Schaeffer on “Jeannie” did two films with Lucille Ball: That Girl From Paris (1936) and That’s Right - You’re Wrong (1939). 

Like Vance, Eden also was married to one of her co-stars and later divorced him. In 1958, Eden married Michael Ansara, who played many roles on “Jeannie” including the Blue Djinn (above).  

On “Jeannie,” Major Nelson was an astronaut. On “The Lucy Show” Lucy Carmichael was an astronaut (for a day) in a season one episode. Like “Jeannie” this episode was written to capitalize on America’s space race. 

In 1971, “Here’s Lucy” also did an astronaut-themed episode. By that time, American astronauts had landed on the moon!  Coincidentally, actor Robert Hogan (center in both photos) also played an astronaut on “Jeannie” in 1970.

“Jeannie” was produced by Sheldon Leonard, who played himself on a 1967 episode of “The Lucy Show”. 

Like “The Lucy Show”, “Jeannie” premiered in black and white before switching to color for the remainder of its run. 

Other actors who appeared on both “Jeannie” and “Lucy”: George DeNormand, Benny Rubin, Jackie Coogan, J. Pat O’Malley, Reta Shaw, Richard Reeves, Romo Vincent, Jonathan Hole, Kathleen Freeman, Bill Quinn, Herbie Faye, Milton Berle, Jack Carter, Jamie Farr, John McGiver, Richard Deacon, Don Ho, Alan Hewitt, Don Rickles, Alan Oppenheimer, Jack Collins, Parley Baer, Herb Vigran, Ruth McDevitt, Sandra Gould, Foster Brooks, James Hong, William Fawcett, Stafford Repp, and Sid Melton.

Eden played this role for five years and 139 episodes. In eight episodes, Eden donned a brunette wig to portray Jeannie's evil sister (also named Jeannie) who lusts after Tony Nelson, and in two episodes played Jeannie's hapless mother.  

AFTER THE BALL & THE BOTTLE....

Barbara Eden later said in interviews that Lucy was a generous performer and caring person, contrasting to another (unnamed) female star she had worked with. Lucille Ball thought that Eden’s costume was not attractive enough, so Lucy and Irma Kusely (Lucy’s hairstylist) spent rehearsal time ‘bedazzling’ the dress. Ball offered to put Eden under contract at her Desilu Workshop, but Eden found out later that day that 20th Century Fox had picked up her option, so Eden graciously declined Lucy’s offer.  

"It was the third job I had in Los Angeles and she was so good to me. I can’t tell you how sweet she was. I had a dress on that she didn’t think was outstanding enough. She asked me to take it off and the next thing I knew, she was sitting there putting sparkling things all over it, just to make it look better.” ~ Barbara Eden, October 2017

In 2005, Barbara Eden traveled to Jamestown to participate in Lucy-Desi Days. 

Eden was married three times and had one child who died in 2001 at the age of 35.  

“I've never stopped working. If you're active, you can appreciate what you did in the past, you don't feel like it's gone.” ~ Barbara Eden

AS OF TODAY!

AUGUST 23, 2020 - As of this writing, Barbara Eden is one of the oldest known surviving ADULT cast members of “I Love Lucy.”  She is not, however, the oldest. Mary Ellen Kaye (Mrs. Taylor in “Lucy Hates To Leave”) is a year older than Eden, and Cher’s mother Georgia Holt (Model in “Lucy Gets A Paris Gown”) is 94.   

There is no birth or death information for: Maggie Magennis (Starlet in “Don Juan and the Starlets”), Helen Silvers (Dancer Rosemary in “Lucy is Jealous of Girl Singer"), Barbara Logan (Stewardess in “The Ricardos Visit Cuba"), Milldred Law (Stewardess in “Return Home from Europe”), and Jody Drew (Miss Ballantine, Mr. Reilly’s Secretary in "Don Juan is Shelved").

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Chez Bernice Lodging House

Montparnasse, Paris

I don’t know the date, dearest, but it is some time past noon, and the lilacs are blooming splendidly. I am sure, as last I was, that the year remains 1922.

My dear and beloved Ginger,

I write to you from the desk at my lodging house, wherein I shall stay another few weeks, at least, and if not, I shall leave them with a forwarding address, that your next reply should be delivered unto me with the greatest of alacrity. How I ache for your next word, when we are gone from one another, even now – I do like Paris immensely, but her embrace is a paltry ghost of yours, my love, and I should have your arms about me once more, as soon as my work here is done.

Mr Fell and Mr Crowley are visiting here, and Mr Fell tells me when I send my letter that he’ll do his strange bit of working on the parchment of my envelope – I know not what it is he does, nor what connections he draws upon, but he has a way of ensuring no letter is opened and read, nor even looked at strangely, as it makes its way upon its journey, except by its intended recipient. Is that not strange? I think it marvellously so, but such is the way of Mr Fell, as long as it has been. He is the proprietor of that bookshop, you know the one, with those two floors, and the spiral staircase that has hanging baskets hanging from its every step, hosting such splendid, viridian plants? Strawberries grow from that stair come springtime, you know, and it is owing to Anthony’s – that is to say, Mr Crowley’s, but the spirit does rebel at calling him Mr overmuch, for one gets the sense that he is smug about such things – paternal care of the things, for he waters them and feeds them, and I thought for such a time that he spoke to them as some men do, but Mr Fells tells me that actually, he whispers to them vile threats.

Oh, I do hope you remember them, Ginger – you’ve met them in passing each twice before, but my remarks will make so little sense if you’ve forgotten them. Mr Fell – Ezra the name he gives, although his initials are A.Z. – is a portly fellow some ways shorter than me, with round cheeks and eyes that are the hue of the sea in a watercolour painting (you know, husband, what I mean, I hope? That sort of blue-green, rendered dainty by the sun?), and he has blond hair that is lank but somehow rather charming, long strands that he draws back from his face. He wears spectacles, at times, these crescent-shaped things on golden frames that do naught to encourage a youthful reading of his features, but those features are, I will assure you, most well-preserved – the only lines that show on him are the happy crinkles at his eyes, and the furrow in his brow he gets when he reads, which is, of course, very often. He keeps such wonderful hands, you know, and he has taught me all a manicurist would never. Mr Crowley is a tall fellow, gangling in an infuriatingly graceful manner, and with such a handsome face that upon meeting him, one is usually agog for a few moments before one remembers that, much as he looks as one, he isn’t an artistic exhibit – it’s quite strange, you know, for often I find myself finding in his features some curious dimple or movement of the face I have seen in a painting or a sculpture of which I am fond, and yet how his face moves, how expressionate it is! Oh, he is handsome, Ginger, but in the most uncanny way, so much so that it does rather unsettle one, if one lingers on the thought too often. He is possessed of rather too much muscle, which clings to his skinny frame as if he is packing it to smuggle, and he always wears these sunglasses, for he is possessed of a strange condition of the eye. Dark hair, always windswept, but in a somewhat dashing way.

Reading this back, I rather worry it seems I might be in love with Anthony, but you must understand he is quite unbearable, and a wreck of nerves, besides his marriage to Mr Fell, and while he is handsome, that handsomeness is strange and eldritch, in its way, as if it ought perhaps be locked away rather than cooed over, as is my usual wont.

Oh, Ginger, you do remember them, you must.

In any case, I am taken away with them in turns. They are so dreadfully in love, and it makes me pang for the want of you, so far from me, you know. I don’t believe I have ever seen a pair of souls so utterly bound up with one another, and it rather takes me away to see them: they rather treat me as if I am some beloved nephew of theirs, or perhaps a son they have recently come into possession of, although this has always been their manner with me. I rather think that this is Mr Fell’s manner with every young fellow of a certain bent, if you take my meaning, for he is a great patron of the Hyacinth and Vine, that gentlemen’s club on Portland Place, and I rather think he oft has his angel’s wings spread out for young gay fellows to gather under, as if he is an umbrella against the coming storm. He is an angel, in many a way, and so too is his husband: I cannot name a time where we came into contact and he did not bail me out of some spot of trouble, and Anthony is so cruel to policemen, he must be a saint to all with a heart in defiance of the law. I should be rather seduced by religion, if the figures were a bit more like Mr Fell and his young beau, and less with all this business with priests and sacraments and so on.

In any case, I think often on you, when I see them together.

Oh, my love, to think that we might be like that, at one time, together, bound up forever. It is in the way they treat each other, you see, in the little soft mannerisms of a life together.

I asked Mr Fell how they met, and he said to me, “Oh, well, you know, it was… We were both working, and I was guarding the door, er, I suppose I was a receptionist, or something, something like that, and Anthony, he’d done something a bit thick, you know, as is his way. And he sort of crept up to me and rather startled me, but he accosted me with the most enticing small talk – you know, dear boy, about the work, but about the weather, and about philosophy… And it was beginning to rain, so I put out my— We shared an umbrella, and you know, fiendish creature that he is, he came so much closer than he needed to.”

“Did you love him,” I asked, “even then?”

“Oh, yes,” he said, and his watery eyes seemed to sparkle with seafoam, and for a moment I fancied he was a thousand years away from me, frolicking in some place with Anthony in his arms. “Oh, yes, dear boy, I always rather did.”

Oh, they are so superbly in love with one another that it makes one most angry at them. They seem so happy, do you know? One must hate those who are so deeply happy that they find themselves quite unconcerned with the happiness of others…

I have watched Mr Fell with Anthony, and oh, how he besets upon him: he fusses over his clothes and his hair, reaches up to comb it properly, or to adjust his tie or the set of his waistcoat. Several times, I have watched him reach over to remove things from Anthony’s pockets, and use them as casually as he might use his own; he always orders the wine, for Anthony knows little about such things, and he tells Anthony the history of every bottle he touches, and Anthony looks at him with his lips parted and such devotion painted on his face, and surely in his eyes, although I could not see them to judge by. He often asks Anthony if he is too cold, although the weather here is very fine, and sometimes I believe Anthony says yes merely that Mr Fell will fuss over him, and fuss he does: he will draw off his own jacket or his scarf and set it about Anthony’s shoulders, and draw him close to embrace him, that he might share the heat of his body! I don’t know that I have ever seen a fellow cup another man’s cheek with such tenderness as Mr Fell cups Anthony’s, nor seen a man lean so gracefully into another’s palm, that he might bestow a kiss upon his wrist.

I asked Anthony how they met, and he told me, “Well, the first time, it was in this garden, and it was… You couldn’t imagine it, this garden, but it was beautiful. Verdant, luscious, with fruit heavy in the trees and flowers in a meadow on the ground, and I’d had the worst of days, the worst day that had ever been, so far – that I’d ever had, er, I mean, that I’d ever had – and I looked at him at the gate and he just looked so…” He took off his sunglasses, presently, and laid them upon his thigh, and I saw his eyes, which are so very serpentine, when one sees them like this – they are a sort of bright yellow, and the pupil has some manner of coloboma, or something like it, so that on each side they are rather like the eyes of a cat, or a snake. Now, they were misted with memory. “He’s never been handsome, you know. Not… Not like you think of it, he’s not that sort of man. Even if you put a handsome face on him, he’d make it less handsome, just by living in it, you know? But I looked at him, and I thought, oh, don’t you fit in with all this fruit, and all this grass, and all these flowers? Aren’t you a juicy, delicious thing, waiting to be plucked and eaten, and then I got closer, and I… Miles, young man—” (He often calls me young man, although I don’t know that I am so much younger than he is, and yet at times I think he is unutterably old and merely hides the evidence from his face.) “Have you ever seen a fruit on a tree, and it looked so perfect, just the right colour, with the light hitting it right, and so perfectly ripe you couldn’t bear to pull it down?”

“Oh, yes,” I said.

“He was like that,” Anthony said, and he looked so immensely happy that I nearly burst into tears.

Oh, if Mr Fell pays his court to Anthony, now, although they’ve been happily together such years, he pays it back a thousandfold. You should see the way he dotes on this fellow, pays for everything, but the way he looks at Mr Fell as if he is the world and a half, as if he is so immensely beautiful and wonderful and perfect, and he says it all!

He calls him “angel” and whispers in his ear, and brings him such gifts and presents, and kisses him and touches him, holds his hands and kisses his knuckles… He orders his meals, you know, and he eats so little, Mr Crowley, but he always orders desert for himself and only eats a bite, and then slides the rest over to Mr Fell so that he might have two, and isn’t that the most darling thing you’ve ever heard? Isn’t it so awfully lovely?

Oh, my heart is full of them, Ginger – I wish I could be similarly full of you.

Do write me soon, my dearest, my only one, for my heart longs for your handsome hand upon the page (almost as much as I long for it in my own).

Yours (and only yours, always),

Miles

[favfashionedits]

VOGUE PARIS • SEPTEMBER 2019 ‘CA C’EST PARIS’

PHOTOGRAPHER

ALASDAIR MCLELLAN

FASHION EDITOR

ALEKSANDRA WORONIECKA

MAKE-UP ARTIST

LYNSEY ALEXANDER

HAIR STYLIST

ANTHONY TURNER

MANICURIST

ALEXANDRA JANOWSKI

MODEL

RIANNE VAN ROMPAEY

[famous-aces]

Bessie Coleman

Who: Bessie Coleman

What: Aviatrix

Where: American (Active in US, France, the Netherlands, and Germany)

When: January 26, 1892 – April 30, 1926

(Image Description: A black and white photo of a youngish Bessie Coleman. She is a black woman with skin of a medium complexion, a small flat nose, thin eyebrows, and a soft face. She is wearing a military style cap, a men's cut jacket, a cravat or scarf with a small pin. On the front of her cap is a patch or pin with a eagle on it flanked by the letters B and C.  Her black hair pokes out from the bottom of her cap. She is smiling and looking to her left.)

Coleman was a stunt pilot, one of the best and most famous of her era. She was the first African-American woman to hold a pilot's license and the first Native American/person of Native American descent to do so (her father was mostly Cherokee and part African-American). In childhood she promised herself she would "amount to something" and she succeeded.

I don't usually go into the full biographies of these figures but Coleman's early life was pretty remarkable.  She was the sixth of 13 children of sharecroppers in Texas. Coleman excelled in school, despite many obstacles in her way, she attended secondary school on a scholarship, but unfortunately did not have enough money to get through college (even getting that far was extremely rare for women, people of color, and especially women of color in that era). Instead she moved in with her brothers in Chicago where she worked in a barber shop (she was hailed as the fastest manicurist in Chicago).  It was there that her life changed. She heard stories of pilots returning home from World War I and knew what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to fly.

She took on a second job to pursue her dream more quickly. Upon finding out that American flight schools did not accept either women or Black people she was encouraged to go abroad. With sponsorship from the Chicago Defender she went to France. In Paris on June 15, 1921 she earned her pilot's license, after which she learned from the best pilots in France, the Netherlands, and Germany -- her teachers included a World War I Ace Pilot, the chief pilot of The Fokker Corporation, and Anthony Fokker himself.

She returned to the US with the skills she needed to succeed in the competitive world of air shows as a stunt pilot. She consistently listed among notable air show pilots/stunt pilots/barnstormers, among these alumni are Jimmie Angel (for whom Angel Falls is named) and Charles freaking Lindbergh.

Her plane of choice being the Curtiss JN-4 "Jenny" biplane, although she flew others, all by and large former military equipment left over from the war. Coleman found aviation to be refreshingly free of prejudice and wanted to represent African-Americans in the air:

"The air is the only place free from prejudices. I knew we had no aviators, neither men nor women, and I knew the Race needed to be represented along this most important line."

Coleman became incredibly popular in her new field.  She was hailed as Queen Bess (the nickname of Queen Elizabeth I), "Brave Bess," and "the world's greatest female flier." She was known for her optimism, her flamboyance, her technical skill, her daredevil techniques, and her determination to complete a stunt by any means necessary. Defeat was not in her vocabulary.  At this point in history the maneuvers were extremely dangerous and precautions for safety were next to nil. She refused to debase herself (she walked off a movie set because she refused to appear in rags) and some sources note she would not perform for segregated crowds.

Her ultimate goal was to open an aviation school for black students, but unfortunately this would not come to fruition. On April 30, 1926 she and her mechanic/agent met their ends in a malfunctioning biplane (he was flying), upon crashing the plane exploded and burned, taking Coleman with it.  But she had opened the door and shoved her foot in it for the Black and Native aviators to come. Today many places and awards have been named in her honor.

(Image Description: Coleman standing on a biplane's wheel, hand on the plane.  It is shot from far enough away that you can see most of the plane. She is wearing a pilot's uniform, leather helmet, long jacket with a big collar. She is wearing highish boots with short heels.)

Probable Orientation: Aroace or unknown romantic orientation

At age 24 in 1917 Coleman may have married a man named Claude Glenn, but they separated and divorced almost immediately afterwards. She never publicly acknowledged the marriage or spoke about it. Her family never even recognized it. She had work associates who were men but none of them were anything but professional or maybe platonic. There was not even rumor about her.  Due to the brevity of her marriage and her disinterest in all future romantic/sexual relationships makes me think like Newton she had a "constitutional indifference to the state."

(Image Description: Bessie Coleman's pilots license)

[kiss-my-freckle]

Dialogues for @thesweetkeenlife

1x1

Red: Evidently someone with the authority to make decisions has arrived. I think I smell the stench of your cologne, Agent Cooper. Smells like hubris.

Red: You got rid of your highlights. You look much less Baltimore.

1x3

Red: So you went with the gray?

1x4

Red: That’s a pretty blouse.

1x7

Red: Agent Keen, I have a tip. You’re a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.

Red: You’d look positively radiant in a Guayabera dress. I know a little shop in Reston. We could stop before our flight.

Red: I brought you a souvenir. What’s your feeling about guava? Liz: Anxiety. Red: Oh, you’re in for a treat.

1x8

Red: I don’t know how you do it. I had that done once. I couldn’t bear the tickling.

Maltz: Ray, look at you. You look great. I mean, the elasticity is amazing. You been juicing? Red: Beets, mostly. Some celery, carrots, a lot of ginger. The kale makes me dyspeptic.

Red: I find it so reassuring - the movie stars, the pop singers. They really are just like the rest of us.

1x9

Red: Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over a human life, even yours.

1x11

Red: Janice, my sincerest apologies. I’ll take a rain check on the Stroganoff. It smells delicious.

1x12

Red: We brought a little something for Julian - a care package. It’s a Tibetan singing bowl. What do we have here? Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts. But we’ve got to get him to eat more protein. He looks like hell. He isn’t vegan, is he? Anyway, I’ve also included a couple of my favorite Richard Pryor records. I want to try and inject a little levity into the proceedings. I mean, Julian looks so crabby all the time. House arrest can be grueling. Borakove: Didn’t you spend, like, four months - in Phonthong? Red: Seven. Borakove: How did you survive? Red: Naps. Occasional calisthenics.

Red: If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll try the fertilized duck eggs. It’s a daring and unique dining experience. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.

1x14

Red: Who decided on this paneling?

Red: You smell nice. Something new?

Red: Wow! And I like your clutch.

1x17

Red: This piroshki is delicious.

1x18

Red: I come bearing gifts - pimento cheese sandwiches, toasted with the crusts cut off. Eartha Kitt’s recipe. It’s a fantastic story.

2x1

Red: It looks so soft. Shea butter?

2x2

Red: Lizzy! I’d like to introduce you to my manicurist, Rosa Heredia. She’s the one I was telling you about, who was dating that nine-fingered bullfighter from Juarez. This woman is an artist, trained at the Latin-American school of medicine in Havana.

2x11

Red: Oh, that’s a shame. She’s gonna miss the most tantalizingly delicious khorem baklava.

2x12

Red: Oh, that’s a shame. Dendrobium? Ruth: My own hybrid. I call them “Snows of Everest.” Red: Lovely.

2x14

Red: You've changed your hair.

Red: Come on. I got to be worth as much as that fake Xuande Ming vessel was. Yaabari: 18. Red: Sorry, Santos, but those cat’s eye Chrysoberyls are brown, not green. An expensive forgery, but a forgery nonetheless. 20!

3x1

Red: I must say, your hair, the way it frames your face is very becoming.

3x2

Red: You have no idea what I’ve offered Chui to divulge the secret of this recipe. He won’t say. I suspect it has something to do with how he beats his eggs.

3x6

Red: I love mauve, but a soft creamy yellow will just open up the entire room.

3x8

Red: You didn’t find anything. Jilly found it ’cause you’re too dense to even look for it. No wonder Cash doesn’t trust you with anything more important than babysitting. T-bone: That’s big talk coming from a g-guy who’s -

3x12

Red: Yeah. Oh, I should probably mention, I booked a pregnancy massage for you. She’ll be here at 9:00. Her name’s Edwina, she’s a registered nurse, and she smells absolutely divine. I hope it goes with the rest of your stuff. I’m told it pulls out.

3x13

Red: I se your new home is a work in progress. What colors are you considering?

3x17

Red: Came together rather nicely. They went with ruby fringe tulips and pink peonies.

3x20

Red: I was just imagining young Katarina covered in glitter. As an adult, it’s easy to dismiss this stuff as girlish frivolity. You forget the wonder it creates, the light captured, secret wishes evoked. It renders even the darkest days sparkly. Never underestimate the power of glitter.

3x21

Red: They say gifting a bouquet of daffodils ensures happiness, while presenting just one means bad luck is on the horizon.

4x7

Red: You looked absolutely ravishing the other night. What do you do to stay in such incredible shape? Calisthenics? Or Jazzercise? Maybe we should be workout partners. I’ll see you in dance class, Samar.

4x18

Red: So I get a babysitter now? I haven’t had a babysitter since Brenda Gilroy. My God, pot pies, Lawrence Welk, bath time with Brenda. Still my perfect Saturday night.

5x1

Smokey: Sorry it took so long. Once I knew Humberto had your African friend and his chums in transpo, I stopped for some Bengay ointment. Think I overdid it with my back. Red: I use Epsom salt baths.

5x2

Red: Oh, my goodness. Look at those Guan vases. And that flatware. Did you know Nancy Reagan - She could dress a table specifically for that night’s guest at a moment’s notice. Russian Silver for a tea with Gorbachev, Italian silver stag-head stirrup cups for a last-minute supper with Sinatra. Can you imagine?

Liz: What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin. Red: His wife says it’s Tuscan Sunset.

5x10

Red: Paris, I’d like you to meet Elizabeth. Paris and I first met when he was a saucier at La Bernadin. Liz: Pleasure to meet you. Paris: Shall I set a third place for lunch? Liz: No, thank you. Red: You may want to think twice. He’s making a turbot with a matsutake mushroom broth.

5x12

Red: What makes her happy? Does she like a good foot massage?

5x15

Red: Maybe a massage parlor. The athletes would love it!

5x16

Red: Mr. Garvey, might I suggest you enjoy what little time you have left - crab cakes, scalp massages, perhaps a double feature of “The 400 Blows” and “Jules and Jim” - whatever floats your boat. Do it now, because I will find those bones, and when I do, I’m gonna kill you.

5x17

Red: I hope you have indigestion. Liz: No. But if it makes you feel better, I’m in a bad mood. Red: Excellent! Dembe: He’s making fenugreek porridge. My ancestors learned that it can cure a troubled stomach and soothe aches and pains. Red: Medicinal South Sudanese cuisine. Liz: Cooking it up in their embassy’s kitchen. Aren’t you living large?

5x19

Red: This apartment. Right here. Oh. My God. To have been the proverbial fly on Clyde Tolson’s duvet. Liz: Clyde Tolson lived here? J. Edgar Hoover’s lover? Red: This was their secret hideaway. Imagine the conversations. Cooing over JFK’s lovers. Slandering Dr. King. What peignoir to wear to bed. When I saw the apartment was for sale, I couldn’t resist. Liz: You own the apartment where the homophobic head of the FBI carried on his affair with his boyfriend? Red: Allegedly. I wouldn’t admit this in mixed company, but J. Edgar and I have a surprising amount in common. For instance, we both always get our man.

Red: What’s that smell? Is that lavender?  And mint. Is that your head? What kind of products do you use? I’m dying of curiosity. Garvey: Wouldn’t that be nice. Red: You smell that? Dembe: Yes. It’s lovely. Red: I’ll say. Absolutely lovely. Whatever it is, you and I need to get some.

5x22

Red: Oh. A lightweight merino. Super 120, natural stretch. I swear by it.

Waters: So, what do you think of this one? Red: Oh, John, yes. I like that. But go with the Snowy River Collection in the Glen Urquhart plaid. It worked for the Duke of Windsor. And, just my opinion, consider a vest. Waters: You think? Are vests in again? Red: Vests have never been out.

6x4

Vega: Yeah. I also got the blade that’s gonna carve you like a pumpkin. Red: Jack-o’-lantern. Vega: Huh? Red: A pumpkin is a gourd. A jack-o’-lantern is the carved pumpkin. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I knew what you meant.

6x5

Baldwin: One. I arrested that man there, in the navy-blue suit. Sima: May the record reflect the witness has identified the defendant. Red: Uh, o-objection. Judge Wilkins: Grounds? Red: The suit is actually a prunelle weave blue with a subtle overlay of red. So in the right light, it goes quite plum.

[lawandordersvuimagine]

~~~~Racism and Sexism is Alive and Well~~~~~~

Dear Readers,

Thank you for taking the time out of your incredibly busy schedule to read this. I’m kind of breaking a few of my rules that I have set for myself as the author of this blog.

1) Never reveal any personal information or detail of my life.

2) Never discuss my beliefs or opinions.

3) To only post stories, imagines, one shots etc.

4) To stay completely and totally anonymous.

Today I feel I’m coming as close to some of these without breaking them as I can and others I’m outright throwing to the curb so to speak.

I live near a town in Texas called Atlanta. Atlanta, Texas is very small at only 5,638 as of 2016. It is a town where most peoples families have  lived here for generations. My own family came to this area in 1720 from South Carolina. It’s made up of farmers, oil rig workers, loggers and convenience store workers. It’s not very impressive. It’s a town most just stop in for a bite as they travel if they weren’t smart enough to stop in Texarkana. It’s not a town that should really take up any portion of ones mind but the last couple of weeks it has been on my mind for reasons that I find to be appalling.

 I’d like to introduce you to one Bessie Coleman. She was born in Atlanta, Texas in 1892. The tenth of thirteen children. She grew up working on cotton fields, went to a small segregated school that was a four mile walk and due to her savings running out she returned home after completing one term at Oklahoma Colored Agricultural and Normal University, now named Langston University. Early on she developed an interest in flying and went to become the FIRST WOMAN OF AFRICAN AND NATIVE AMERCAN DESCENT TO BECOME A PILOT. In 1916 at the age of 24, she moved to Chicago, Illinois, where she lived with her brothers. In Chicago, she worked as a manicurist at the White Sox Barber Shop. It was here she heard stories from pilots returning home from World War I about flying during the war. She took a second job at a chili parlor to procure money to become a pilot. Since American flight schools of the time admitted neither African Americans, Native Americans nor women, Robert S. Abbott, founder and publisher of the Chicago Defender, encouraged her to study abroad.(Coleman received financial backing from banker Jesse Binga and the Defender.)  So what did she do? This amazing woman who grew up picking cotton saved up her money and went to France.

Bessie Coleman took a French-language class at the Berlitz school in Chicago and then traveled to Paris on November 20, 1920 so she could earn her pilot license. She learned to fly in a Nieuport 82 biplane. Bessie Coleman became the first woman of African American and Native American descent to earn an aviation pilot's license and the first person of African American and Native American descent to earn an international aviation license from the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale.

As you can probably tell, Bessie Coleman is a hero for African Americans, Native Americans and women everywhere even now in 2018. Which brings me to the point of my horror.

After discovering that such an amazing person came from such an unamazing town I started to inquire of those in charge of the city of Atlanta, Texas why no one spoke of Bessie Coleman. Why do we  have the Hall-miller Airport and not the Bessie Coleman Airport? Which if you ask who Hall-miller was they will tell you while chuckling that they were “Just a couple of drunks who hanged out at the airport” (and yes these “Leaders” of the city of Atlanta used “Hanged” instead of hung). Why isn’t there a scholarship program in her name? Why isn’t a street named after her in Atlantas downtown (even if it is a crummy downtown) Why isn’t the library named after her? Why are there no books about her in the library? Why is the only mention of her in this little town a half hidden small plague hanging in the post office? And do you know the answer they gave with sly half-smiles and disgusting gleams in their eyes? “Well..because she was black and we don’t want the blacks comin’ out at night and messin’ up the airport. They’ll just tear it all up if we let em out here. The sooner Coleman is forgotten the better.” Yes, ladies and gentlemen in this day of modern enlightenment of 2018; a group of old (pretty gross) men sitting around the table at the airport early in the morning with their coffee actually did say that. And all because a small, rundown, joke of an airport is where they like to meet up and lounge around all day.

I cannot adequately express my horror over this. A national hero for African Americans, Native Americans and women is being brushed under the carpet because a group of bigotries are threatened by her memory and the inspiration she would be to so many around here. I strongly believe it is the duty of a people to raise each other up, to inspire, build and fight for each other. I believe in equality with everything that I am. I’ve been called a feminazi before…although it really should be considered a compliment from the kind of person they were. And this agenda that these men have is them trying to form an elite with themselves as the elite. I cannot explain how much the actions of these men including the mayor (as to the new mayor or the old one I’ll keep that to myself) disgust me.

So here is my salute to Bessie Coleman. I truly hope that one day Bessie will get the credit and honor she deserves.