a Most splendid afternoon was had at the house of a certain Ms. Vickie Lester!
we took tea (and calcium-enriched california salads) and talked about Life and Literature and England and Los Angeles
now as Many of you know – Ms. Vickie Lester’s “beat” (as it would be called if she was a lady-reporter on a 1920s Newspaper Downtown with a metal desk and a phone and stacks of spare nylons and Notepads in the drawer) is Hollywood and there was Much to talk about there – and Mr. Lester (not his real-name) was There Too and also has a Hollywood “beat” which was fabulous and oh! oh! we had the Loveliest Time.
bien sur there are pictures!
we took a small gift…..
…..we were going to take white roses – we adore white roses – but we knew that Vickie Lester has a beauteous garden and that would be taking coals to newcastle
is there any American equivalent to that saying?
perhaps “citrus fruits to california”?
the heat is gorgeous on That side of town
*saidvaguely* (we used the Perfectly Prius global positioning system to get there but it didn’t know that Zoo Drive was closed for repairs or that one of the Freeway On-Ramps (could it have been I-134? we think it might have been) was Also Closed (shock) and so we were a tiny bit late (we hate being late)
and rich blooms Everywhere.
while we were admiring the soft linens there was the simply glorious sound of a piano being played.
yes – yes – it was a Perfectly delicious afternoon.
there will be Many More!
and a book launch (of which we shall speak of when Allowed to do so by Ms. Vickie Lester Herself).
and now to our Evening activity:
the light was still bright as we drove back West into Hollywood-adjacent-by-sunset-boulevard to see the movie Frances Ha.
this was a Charming (and elegantly shot in B&W – very Truffaut and not just the bit set in Paris) look at how Young People live in Manhattan – their hopes, dreams, leather jackets, dancing-to-Bowie (Modern Love and much of it was Very Modern Love in the Script itself), getting by and not getting enough, Modern Dance, Day Jobs, awful jobs, jobs-that-take-people-away and jobs-that-are-only-possible-with-rich-parents as well as Art (and what that takes to keep alive) and apartments and a place of your own to dream and make art and possibly, maybe, find Love.
but mostly it was about love itself.
the nicest sort of love.
and the audience was packed with people in their late 20s who Identified (as the Americans say) with the movie and asked Intense questions about Motivation and goals and dreams and hopes and Why-did-That-Happen and what-will-the-characters-do-next and Why Paris?
that was a question.
gosh, we wanted to say:
Paris doesn’t need a reason.
and nor do tea parties with lovely authors and conversations about Hollywood and roses and books and designs and citrus fruits and Plans for the future.
no reason required.
because they are both glorious.