I don’t walk along the street with my phone in my hand but I do usually have it with me, in a pocket a rule. (This is how I end up accidentally, unintentionally calling some member of the family - pocket-dialling the older grandchildren call it.) It’s partly a security thing. After all, I acquired a mobile originally, more years ago now than I care to remember, because I was driving to the other side of Greater Manchester every weekday morning and increasingly felt the need to be able to call for assistance easily if I should break down on the motorway. And even though I stopped doing that a good while ago I still like to know I could call for help if needed. Also I like to snap pictures of interesting things and the bits of beauty that abound everywhere.
This morning I had run a fair distance before I remembered that my mobile was sitting on the desk in the study recharging. It was one of those beautiful mornings when the sun was already shining (quite warmly if you stood in a sheltered place) but with mist still lurking in the valley, just the sort of thing I might have snapped a picture of. In fact, I”m quite surprised I didn’t come across something even more photogenic such as deer on the footpath. But it was all very quiet and still.
It promises to be fine and sunny all day, not just according to the “red sky at night” photos Granddaughters Numbers One and Two sent me, but according to the BBC weather forecast. We need to get out for a good long walk while this weather favours us.
It must be something to do with the age we’ve reached but it seems that a lot of heroes and heroines of our youth are disappearing. Just recently there was Robert Redford and then late yesterday came the news that Diane Keaton had died. Damn! I thought, there goes another one.
Not only was she a great actress whose films I appreciated but she was something of a role model from the fashion point of view. There have been occasions when I have teamed wide trousers with a masculine style shirt and reflected to myself that I was channelling my inner Annie Hall. I read, by the way, that she disdained the costumes suggested by the wardrobe department when making that film but turned up in her own choice of outfit, declaring that this was what her character should wear. Woody Allen is reported to have said that Diane Keaton did not just “play” Annie Hall but she “created” Annie Hall.
And there she is, gone! I suppose that being captured on film is a kind of immortality but somehow we expect those we admire to be around forever!
Thinking of fashion, and how it is reported and so on, I am always amazed when someone famous is interviewed, not on fashion but on totally different topics, the eventual article is littered with photos of that person is a variety of outfits, each photo captioned with fashion information. This is not confined to famous women, although I think there may be more photos involved in heir cases, but it happens to male interviewees as well. As an example, here is a link to an article about Malala Yousafzai, clearly more than just a clothes horse for fashion houses, but photographed in a range of designer stuff!
So it goes!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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