Showing posts with label films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label films. Show all posts

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Reading rock

I thought that my weekend was shaping up to be perfection with charades and picnics planned - but it looks like Rock Hudson pipped me at the post by 59 years, with these lovely photos taken of him hanging out at home in 1952.

Rock Hudson at home in North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

Rock Hudson at home playing charades with Leonard Stern (script writer), Lori Nelson (actress), Bob Preble (actor), Julia Adams (actress), and Betty Abbott (script girl), North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

Rock Hudson at home in North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

Rock Hudson at home with (clockwise) Bob Preble (actor), Leonard Stern (script writer), Lori Nelson (actress), Julia Adams (actress), and Betty Abbott (script girl), North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

Rock Hudson at home in North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

Rock Hudson at home in North Hollywood, CA, 1952.

What I like about the photos is that he doesn't look like a douche posing for pictures whilst reading without his shirt on, in fact I wish I could look as stylish when I'm reading, I typically slouch and have the unsightly habit of twisting my lower lip with my index finger and thumb. I think I need to practice my reading poses! Luckily for the wider community my finger is twitching over the mouse to buy this, this and this.

Though these books may be somewhat of an ironic selection to use to practice seductive sitting, but they look so damn interesting!


Images via: IMDb

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Friday fodder

There are some things to ruminate over the weekend:

PEN: E.L.K



PAPER: The making of Fantastic Mr Fox - this book gives me heart palpitations just thinking about how fantastic it looks. Gimme gimme gimme!

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PLAY:

We had a boardgames night last night - it was just a few intense rounds of Articulate and Scattergories - which probably isn't nearly as hardcore as 'Tiddly Winks'. I'm not sure what the rules of the game are or the purpose, but the boy on the box looks like he's going in for the kill.


I'm going to two BBQ's this weekend, one for mate who is coming home from the UK for a quick visit so we're amping up the Aussie factor to make them feel at home and the other is to celebrate a mate not being eaten alive by sharks during their debut open water swim. Huzzah!

It's also picnic time for Tropfest 2011