Jean Arthur was, by her own admission, shy and uncomfortable in social settings. She avoided parties, had trouble connecting with people—even those she had known for some time—and had very little confidence in both herself and her ability as an actor. “I am not an adult, that’s my explanation of myself,“ she said. “Except when I am working on a set, I have all the inhibitions and shyness of the bashful, backward child… Unless I have something very much in common with a person, I am lost. I am swallowed up in my own silence.”
It was in animals that Jean found the great friends she lacked in humans, and she valued them immensely. “When I’m walking down the street I don’t pay much attention to the people,“ she commented. “I only see the animals, and I go up to them like old friends.”
Jean was arrested in 1973 for trespassing on a neighbor’s yard when she attempted to console a frantic German Shepherd that was chained outside. She was convicted of “trespassing and of cursing and abusing the policeman who arrested her on the neighbor’s complaint.“ None of this seemed to bother her—she firmly maintained the animal’s needs as being far more important than her situation.
She said she was concerned about the dog, whom she believed was being neglected “because he barked all day and most of the night, and he cried like a child.” She added: “It kind of broke my heart.“ Jean explained that she would occasionally sneak into the yard to pet the dog and bring it food and water. She had threatened her neighbor that she would call the Humane Society, but after he continued to ignore the attentions of the dog he kept constantly chained outside Jean took the matter into her own hands. According to reports, the former Hollywood star—then seventy-three years of age—had to be physically restrained and handcuffed.
The Odd Man Affair episode rewatch + trashy commentary
Illya: “When Raymond was getting on the plane, I took the precaution of removing his wallet.” Napoleon: “In other words, you picked his pocket, hmm?” Illya: “If you prefer such a bourgeois description of an act of pure presence of mind.”
Napoleon smiles fondly at this, as if Illya picking the pockets of top international assassins is the most precious thing in the world (it really is).
Illya: “Why did you put a pin in his cuff?” Napoleon: “All the better to find him with, my dear.”
Sadly for Napoleon, Sully not only removes the tracking pin but also gets our boys detained at Customs.
Illya: “It’s like playing the game of ‘pin the tail to the donkey’.” Napoleon: “Donkeys.”
All these close-ups of Illya and Napoleon smiling adorably at each other are killing me.
Illya: “I thought your idea of the homing pin to be such a good idea that I placed a second pin in the band of his hat, along with a microphone disc, so that we can not only find our friend Mr. Sully, but we can also listen to him.”
Napoleon: “Mm, you are a sly Russian. Some day, when you grow up, you should make someone a marvelous secret agent.”
Illya: “Very funny.”
Godddd, all this flirting. ALSO THE WAY NAPOLEON LOOKS AT ILLYA IN THIS SCENE, I CAN’T WITH THESE TWO.
Napoleon and Illya track down Sully, who’s met up with an ex-girlfriend to beg her to tell him about Raymond, because he actually doesn’t know a thing about the guy. While everyone’s arguing about what to do next, Illya abruptly loses interest, wanders off and starts drinking at the bar.
Argh, Illya, you are so adorable, I love you sfm.
Our boys kill one of Zed’s thugs (who was trying to kill Sully) and dispose of the body by dragging it to a park bench while pretending to be drunk and singing at the top of their lungs. Lol.
More of the International Assassin group comes after them, and poor Napoleon gets shot in the shoulder. Noo! Illya wants to get Napoleon medical attention, but Napoleon tells him to go
to the strip club with Sully and Bryn.
Illya sadly obeys.
The bit at the club where Illya stops a female friend of the real Raymond from ratting them out by pretending she’s his cheating wife is hilarious. “Have you no regard for our children?!”
Bryn then jumps into the fray and kicks some serious ass – this woman is amazing, U.N.C.L.E. should recruit her.
Did I mention that Illya is wearing his adorable glasses throughout this scene, because that is a Very Important Fact.
Through a wonderfully-executed combination of skill and sheer dumb luck, Bryn and Illya take out the guards at Zed’s house, and Zed accidentally kills himself with the explosives meant for Sully.
Illya goes to take care of his poor wounded Napoleon (note Napoleon clinging to Illya with his good arm in the screen cap below) and thus we conclude one of my favorite episodes of S1 :)
i understand that a Chair Post without a fandom attached is not wanted by anyone but i’m gonna go ahead and issue a formal declaration of Whifferdill’s Favorite Chairs 2017
first up this classic
Charles and Ray Eames, the shell body on the Eiffel frame. this is what your chair in high school wished it could be. the pure ass-cupping simplicity of the fiberglass seat, the poetic geometry of the frame. the Eames’ own my whole soul; have you watched Powers of Ten? if not please do
look. LOOK. somewhere in me still lives a 21-year old who’s like fuck YEAH BURN THE IDOLS but also preserve them in resin. Maartin Baas’ Burn series completely encapsulates my feelings towards the design establishment in such a shitty college-kid Dark Goffik way and also it makes the Adirondack look cool, right it looks cool, i never quite aged out of my goth phase
while we’re commenting on the Adirondack - Gerrit Reitveld’s Red and Blue chair. i wanna sit in De Stijl. in 2017, this is still an angry and weird thing, such a conscious exploration of 3D space. it gives me an Emotion i cannot name
it’s the Swinging Sixties and you’re too mod to live and you’re high AF and feeling like a queen in Arne Jacobsen’s Egg chair. i love chairs that tell you how to sit - this one tells you to curl up but like in a proud, fuck-off kind of way
thru the wonders of Modern Technology you can sit on a shittily crocheted chair by Marcel Wanders. it’s the weird slackness that gets me, like. mass-produced human failures. the tension between error and precision is…it does things for me
Verner Panton’s S chair is a CLASSIC for a REASON it’s just a tongue. a stackable tongue. it’s so smooth and easy. one sheet of plastic, doing that. go on, then
this is by Allessandro Mendini and it’s called Proust Geometrica and i think it speaks for itself
look i have mixed feelings on Gehry but the Wiggle Chair is so…you know?
i feel like we as a society really missed out not embracing inflatable furniture. Gaetano Pesce’s Up series is so nice. i like the one where you can sit in the lap of a disembodied female torso like yes it is Problematic but it’s also just so Much
i don’t discuss this much but my love of Memphis is, like, a huge part of what i am. this is Peter Shire for Memphis with the Bel Air chair and LOOK AT IT IT’S GREAT
the ID discourse will never reach Tumblr but just in case: i’m sorry, i still unironically love Phillipe Starck. i adore a lot of his stuff, i adore the Gnome Stool extra much. like it’s not pure pop, it’s got nothing to say, it’s a cynical piece of nothing-much but i also would pay more money for this than i would a Breuer, i love it sfm