Wesley suddenly realized he was probably being followed by a detective working for his estranged wife.
“I’ll let you, the viewer, guess why she’s pinning the flower on me.”
Is that your hand in your pocket or are you just happy that I’m pinning you?
He’s about to discover that not everyone thinks the squirting lapel flower is funny.
“Sorry, sir, but they won’t let you play in the casino without one of these. That’ll be fifty dollars.”
“I’d really like to spend the afternoon with you Sophia, but your teenage daughter has really caught my eye.”
I saw you flirting with that no-good Lindsey! I’ll be having my flower back now, thank you!
Aggressive poppy sales.
Just like Meryl Streep. She always knows where that camera is.
Hurry up lady ! I am gonna be late for my flight! But, I’ll stop for the paparazzi over there.
It’s not a camera. It’s a small easel and a pair of eyes peering over it. Similar, granted.
“Yeah. I’m buyin’ a flower from a cute, Eye-tralian chick. You got a problem wit dat?”
Actually,this appears to be a rather stiff, uncomfortable, vacationing English “gent”, somewhat reluctantly accepting the importunate flower-seller’s “attentions” in order to get back to his guide-book, and on with his self-guided tour.The book in his pocket suggests/ along with his hat, and his vest/ that she, although prettily/ is native to Italy/ and that he is impatient with pests.
“Colonnello Picciringhi, I’ll bet you I can have this deliciously dirty little paisana talking like a duchessa in six months.”
Emma Peale, disguised as a gypsy, passing the microfilm to John Steed, in a new episode of the Avengers.
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray…
Act natural. Try not to be obvious; one of Omar’s henchmen is behind me. In the basket is the microfilm…
Gypsy girl pinning Wolfbain on Larry Talbot.
Clive feels strongly that flowers are mere frippery destined for the dust bin. But he did rather enjoy the attention of having the lovely Rita pin it to his lapel.
“Yes, honey, I’m sure. When the flower’s on the left side, it means you’re heterosexual. Pay no attention to what the boys down at the piers say.”
Uptight sod, what?
In Naples, Portrait of the Artist:
(best viewed by Google Chrome which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.
all have or point to info about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the first URL. So far, 5 works by him have been used here.
has the prior (my comment there included the last artist info URL).
Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2094 (December 4, 2018) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.
Nothing ruins the drama like narcissistic actors watching themselves on the monitors in nude scenes.
Judging by the hands in the pocket, it looks like we are in for another phallic Wednesday…
Princess Margaret brushing a bit of bluff off Peter Townsend’s uniform. (oooh, you must be old if you understand this !
“Yes, that is a sausage in my pocket. I’m only mildly pleased to see you.”
Suddenly the old gypsy lady he brushed off at the train station is coming back to extort the five euro from him for taking advantage of her daughter.
This director is so confused .. First he tells me to act natural. Then he tells me to keep my hands to myself …
Look, we’ve already settled what you are… now will you set a price or not? :>)
“Signore, don’t worry about the shotgun. Papa always carries that around, especially since I told him I am carrying the child of an Englishman wearing a derby.”