Two things. A man (I’m being so polite/politically correct) on Market Street tried to hand me some sort of holy flyer earlier today. I know that it was holy not only because of his appearance (am I allowed to say that?) but also because of what he said: “Jesus?” Literally, read: Jesus. Question. Mark. Maybe [...]
Tag Archives: breton
if my colours all run dry
Well, if only to corroborate the claims made in my last post: This is the gospel according to Vogue. Still love bretons? A love not likely to wane? Uh-huh, the gospel according to Vogue (and Logsy/Selfridges/et alia…) It seems, however, that the only acceptable thing to combine with said Breton (according to Vogue, the gospel [...]
je t’aime, je t’aime, oh oui, je t’aime!
Selfridges window display! Aaaaah! It never fails. But this time. This time! Seriously. Ok, firstly: So, anything remotely philosophical (yeah, I reckon Plato wore stripes) is always going to get me. Anything remotely nostalgic is always going to stop me in my tracks and make me think/feel/long. I just love this sign – don’t you? [...]
