People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
-Audrey Hepburn
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
-Audrey Hepburn
So Mrs E asked me if I knew what a “crotch rocket” was the other day. Seems Number 2 offspring had taught her this phrase and she wanted to show off how hip’n'happ’nin’ she was. I predictably guessed it was some kind of sex aid, but was quite wrong.
It seems it’s actually one of those small but powerful motorcycles you often see kids riding – just before they die horribly in a ditch, and get commemorated with a truly naff bunch of flowers duct-taped to a lamppost. Typically Japanese, but occasionally Italian.
So while we were visiting Craigdarroch Castle (more of this later, I’m sure), I spotted a splash of colour on the street. I didn’t realise it at first, but these scooters were actually for hire, and you could presumably get around the relatively compact “city” of Victoria quite effectively on such a 2-wheeled stallion Shetland pony.
They were Honda Jazz scooters from Cycle BC, a snip at $16 per hour rental if you fancy recreating Audrey Hepburn‘s scene from Roman Holiday.
I just had to point you at this posting from THEPOLLYANNAFRAGMENTS
It has so much going for it…
References to Audrey Hepburn movies, pictures of Yorkshire, humour of course, and the ugliest fish I’ve ever seen!
It was probably My Fair Lady. Or possibly Charade with Cary Grant. Not too sure, but somewhere along the way we became entranced by Audrey Kathleen Ruston, aka Audrey Hepburn. The grace, the pixie haircut, the doe eyes… and the personality. She did great works for UNICEF in her later life.
So we were more than a bit chuffed to come across Audrey Hepburn « We Heart Vintage. This blog has many “vintage” icons (I’m still waiting for the call) from the fashion world of photography. Well worth a visit if you like well executed photographs of “the beautiful people”.
Actually on reflection, I think Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Definitely.
The little blue bag gets me going every time…