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Day 282: You're My People

Our Gold Class cinemas were having a special deal on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays in October. It was almost half price for the luxury that is fewer crisp and choc-top packet crinklings and in-seat dining and alcohol tiddling. So we went twice in two weeks and the second time was to see 2 Guns with Denzel Washington and Marky Mark Wahlberg. We went for an afternoon session (which was incredibly busy—don't you people have jobs!) V—— managed to slice through his nail with my coffee perculator just prior—quite an achievement. When I told him it seemed quite sharp for a non-cutting utensil, I didn't expect he would test the limits. Ouch. We also ran into a hot burg across the road when we came out the house. Police cars everywhere. It was like life imitating art: drama and suspense before the movie even started.

List_Addict               Irene

Mark Wahlberg actually does a fine fool. I like him when he plays a slightly dumb, if well meaning, character—like his character John in Ted. And he had his daft back on for 2 Guns which a good shoot-em-up, blow-em-up, crash-em, bang-em, race-em, chase-em kind of movie. [Spoiler alert: stop here if you don't want to know any more] One naval intelligence officer and one DEA officer, unaware of each other's non-undercover roles, rob a bank (with slightly shaky, but sanctioned reasons) to steal the money of the drug cartal they are both individually investigating. They get a whole lot more money than they bargained for, and it turns out to belong to people much worse than Mexican drug lords. I won't spoil all the surprise and tell you whose it is, but they are now in a lot more trouble than they thought. They find out about each other's real lives, but with their respective agencies dumping them due to a whole number of reasons, they have to help each other get out of this one. Slightly Tarantino-esque in its cinematography and violence which gave the film an entertaining graphic quality. Is it just me though, or are Denzel Washington's teeth slightly weird—too big or something. I liked it. Maybe not a rush-to-the-movies one, but if it's cheap that day, and you can spend a lazy afternoon eating junkfood and having a bevvy while you watch something that makes you laugh, that's not a total waste of an afternoon.

The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go black cardigan (sacrilege I know, no-one ever gets rid of a black cardigan, but this has little holes appearing everywhere and is fraying at the sleeve—it really is time for it to go)
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan (eliminated): Op-shopped
Belt: Retail
Tights: Gifted
Necklace: Junk Jewellery Shop Somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bambino'

Photographer de Jour: B——

Who wore it better?

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  1. Who doesn't want to walk around with babies on their feet?

    Pardon me…I'll have the baby slippers!

    The shoes just blow my mind. How does the designer come up with that? I'm guessing crack is involved. Either that or they have a overwhelming fear of dolls/babies and wanted to walk on them.

    They are darling and disturbing at the same time. Write a book written on your experiences of how people react to you when they see you wearing these shoes. You could talk to anyone wearing these and tell them any kind of story and I'm sure they'd believe you. Try it!

    Sounds like a scary time at the movies… I find that it takes a whole lot to make me want to get out and see a film now. People are texting or talking the entire show that you've just paid $33 to see. Since we upgraded our TV we don't go as often.

    In case you couldn't tell…yes I'm jealous of your freaky baby shoes. I thought I had everything in my closet I needed. I've discovered a serious gap in my wardrobe.


  2. I haven't been to the movies in literally years. Why? Don't know. Nothing has gripped me. Too lazy. Fear of bed bugs. Too cold. Although one theatre has or used to have yummy ice cream treats for sales which is a big motivator.
    Nobody in Vancouver has jobs either. Nobody. And if we do, we're all designers and writers.
    I love this outfit with the wonky dress silhouette. And babies on your feet, not a bad place for them.


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