Absolutely don't crop; the balance of the 'blues' is perfectly set in counterpoint to the shape, weight and colour of the whole and the warmth of the lit bit. One's first instincts are right - such things usually are, until, sometimes, it comes to women: I walked past a small speedboat today in the marina with a young lad sitting on the quay and his older sister (?) mucking about in the boat, a few feet below the walkway level. Perfect tan on every piece of beautiful skin visible - and pretty much all of it was. The cellpix machine was burning a hole in my pocket, but instinct told me no. If she looked seventeen, she was probably a couple of years younger. Who needs the grief, the explanations... sadly, she must have been the most wonderful creature I've seen in years. On the bright side - it tells me that I'm still alive, just starved of opportunities! But the original instinct today would have been a mistake.
Also saw a black Cadillac there: looked interchangeable with every other black Landcruiser-type vehicle you ever saw. How could the makers of the '59 Coupe de Ville do that today? Should be classified a crime against heritage. Even the Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery has vanished or shrunk, replaced by a silly, rectangular little thing a couple of centimetres across at the rear and a miserable little badge on the front; not a V in sight.
What's the world coming to, I have to ask? Chevvy loses its proper bow, Caddy its V? Surely those little economies can't make the difference between profit or loss? There must be more to life than this!
Rob C
