SUMMER

 Quiet Monday afternoon in Berlin, and Martini, of course.

SLUMBER PARTY

 Sshhhhhhh...

<whispers> The last hush hush party at Lesbenstrasse (such good name, Dorita...), or what the Berlin funky ladies got up to when none was looking.

 

Gyna doesn't leave the glass alone... and no wonder. We all had something huge to celebrate !!

FRL NARCISSUS

 

 

Connie's portrait by Delphine Marie.

 

Now I know why the ladies of Berlin fill their homes with their own portraits. There is something mischievously delicious in staring at oneself looking THAT good. My Real Life 'driver' keeps on saying Delphina has given me life, I am not quite sure what she means by that. I guess she likes it too. 

thank you, gorgeous! 

THE LAST DANCE

 

The last dance of the year at the Mitropa. We will be swinging again in 1930!! We can all feel what a wonderful new decade awaits. Just like in a hundred years for now!!

Ernst unleashed. His beautiful wife is busy looking for a nanny these days, also painting... but that's another story and —like the master said— will be told on another occasion.

A misterious exotic creature. 

 

Angelo seemed lost in thought tonight—On second thought, he seems lost in thought since yesterday. Something seems to have happened to him since he had his hair cut. A case of Samsonitis?

 

A few changes at the Mitropa— as enchanting as ever.

The party-goers enjoying themselves.

 

The band enjoying themselves even more than the party-goers.

 

Did I see that lad on my last visit to Birmingham's underbelly a couple of years back? Juliette doesn't seem to mind his scars.
 
It was a lovely party, and to land gently, we taxied straight to the Keller— again, that is another story and bladibladiblah.
 Good night my darlings.

AGENCY

 

I decided to go church today, after fighting my literary demons for a few hours. Some days it just doesn't want to happen; some weeks... some months... some years! 

His eminency talked of the need to prepare for the end of times, or end of life or both, to keep it in mind and to live within the teachings of the Lord.

And when I arrived back home a sudden impulse took hold me, made me dance! to celebrate! because today we are here, because for a few minutes I just listened (or read) wise teachings and rested my mind in nice company, or what the heck, because I wanted to!

The harder my RL driver tried to stop me, the harder I danced. No detaching AO, no stopping animations, nor refreshing ... 

These RL drivers of ours have got so used to rascals telling them what to eat for breakfast, that they cannot accept the first of human needs for us either : THE RIGHT TO ACT WITH AGENCY.

Happy Sunday, darlings. Don't stop dancing.