
Tell me this guy doesn’t look like a young Michael Caine.


Tell me this guy doesn’t look like a young Michael Caine.


In keeping with yesterday’s eyeglasses post, we continue with the theme.

Is it me, or does Mr. Gibson have Jungle Book snake eyes?
He’s like one of those cats with two colors of eyes.

And check out Mr. Curry down below. While Richard’s pipe and Donald’s head of nails are interesting features, Paul has the intoxicating eyes. You can’t turn away.

Maybe it was something in the water. Even some of the professors at Western New Mexico University had crazy eyes.

Professor Morton looks like he just hid the body and is biting his tongue to keep quiet.
I almost cropped Professor Habeeb out of this image but I did not want to deny you his amazing salt ‘n’ pepper hair, valiantly defying gravity as it swirls about his skull like a kudzu vine.

Poor Billy. If only he could have used James’s frames for the portrait. Any of the Jameses would have done.

At first glance, one might find pity on this older woman at the laundromat (we call it washateria in the lower states), and in Australia (where she was) it’s the laundrette. Note how she has put herself together to visit this place of convenience: heels, floral dress, and cardigan. Nothing like the flip-flops and jean shorts one sees today.


The apparent ghost/smoke in the image is actually a humming teakettle, signaling it’s time for these churchwomen to take a teatime break from completing a “crazy quilt” for a summer raffle. Though there be snow on the ground, the quilts will be done in time for warmer weather.
As an aside, I have a sewing kit that my great-grandmother owned, which looks nearly identical to the own above, except that it is pink.
Did your grandmothers quilt? Do you? It’s been making a steady comeback.

Protesters of all colors carry signs, demanding equal rights at lunch counters in March of 1960.



