Me and my Valentine and postmodern decorum…which means I’m going to blurt something out

Mr. and Mrs.

When you walk in a dream
But you know, you’re not dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that’s amore


This is the part where I blurt something out — isn’t the Mister just adorable? I get to say that, it’s Valentine’s Day. Another admission: in this picture I look like I tower over him, but it was taken by the most talented woman and wonderful friend, Portraits : Heidi Gutman Photography, long, long, ago and I was standing on a coffee table. This coffee table was a studio… hand-me-down. In the late nineteen forties you could have seen it in a number of films, like My Dear Secretary.
Poster - My Dear Secretary_01
Now, a silly little coffee is not the kind of thing you register watching old films, and you can’t see the coffee table in our portrait, but if you collect the work of certain photographer… not Heidi… you might have already seen it, quite, QUITE clearly.
I’d better explain. I’ve mentioned before that I used to live in a house in the Hollywood Hills with the Mister and my best friend. We always called it a failed Usonia – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia design. The living room, however, was a thing of beauty: two soaring walls of glass looking over a courtyard garden. Skunks, birds, and yours truly were known to walk right into the floor to ceiling, seemingly invisible, crystal clear panes. No matter, all of us were too lightweight to cause any damage.
At the time we frequently left the house in the care of any friend who needed a place to crash when we were all called away at once on various different movies, shot on location. Once we returned home, we, very social young things then, would hop around to plays and parties, and gallery openings. Imagine my surprise when I saw a large format, silver nitrate photograph, of a biker boy, clothed only in leather jacket and steel toed boots, STANDING in the middle of my architectural living room, on top of my coffee table.
Quite a rambling little post here, but that happens when you get to be my age. Happy Valentine’s, poppets! May your day be full of love and laughter.


  1. Beautiful photo! Happy Valentine’s!
    Hi Vicky, I’m here via Lost in Arles and very grateful to dear Heather for introducing your fantastic blog.
    I fell in love at first sight and enjoyed for a long while the archives. Signed up instantly and added to my blog roll.
    Looking forward to many wonderful surprises to come.

    Your new fan

  2. Dearest V
    Isn’t Mister just the matinee idol. One imagines him in musicals, or proper romantic comedies.
    The Dandy agrees with M. Lanier, it seems unfair to allude to said semi-nude biker with put providing the evidence!
    Yours ever
    The Perfumed Dandy

  3. rschulenberg

    It’s a beautiful photo of a very beautiful couple and there’s nothing I can add to all the previous comments except my Valentine wish.
    And also, it’s much better to be of a table than under one!*

    *unless, maybe, you’re Mary Astor!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: