Thursday, 16 December 2010
You're here again?
Dear God, can't you make your own fun?
Iconista will oblige. She loves this little selection. These frowns don't suggest the "actor" is desperately rummaging the head-void for the next line.
Enjoy, then leave. Iconista has better things to do.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Iconista has just pressed the Pause button on Ninotchka and entertained a thought. (She does, sometimes, have thoughts between martinis.) When men are at war, they talk of love. When men are in love, they dream of war. One need only compare early 20th century cinema with early 21st century cinema. Iconista is about to press Play. She suspects Lubitsch is going to make it right through to the end without a single explosion.
Next time Iconista finds herself in the mood for love, she will buy a rifle.
Posted by Iconista at 02:55
Friday, 19 November 2010
Castle Iconista is undergoing an upgrade. The decorators started work yesterday, as surly as anything. Today Iconista exchanged slacks for a short skirt and heels and today the decorators can't do enough for her. They just brought her tea, weak and black, just as she likes it.
Iconista adores men.
They're like Apple macs; so beautiful and so simple to use.
Posted by Iconista at 02:14
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
Must Iconista give names? Don't beat yourself up if you don't recognise these dames. Their egos may be bruised but Iconista believes that the only people who should recognise you in this life are your mother, your son and your gynaecologist.
Now, stop moving your lips and look at the pictures.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
Those of you who know Iconista well will know her strange passion for dresses you can sweep floors with, not to mention ornaments, occassional furniture and anything else that gets in the way. She can not explain this ridiculous side to her nature, but it's as close to romantic as she gets, so make the most of it.
Don't simper, dear. You look like a poodle asking to be let out.
That Hamilton Woman. If you know a more dismissive film title, do tell.
Just keep tightening, Leslie.
Posted by Iconista at 02:24