On entend le coucou.
Du haut de son grand chêne,
Il répond au hibou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Dans la forêt
Dans la forêt lointaine
On entend le coucou.
Du haut de son grand chêne,
Il répond au hibou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
On entend le coucou.
Du haut de son grand chêne,
Il répond au hibou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
Coucou, coucou, coucou, hibou, coucou.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
The Doctor’s Son ( The First ‘Patron’)
I moved her out of that
dreadful place, straight away. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer any
longer. She cried, hung on my arm and looked up at me with those clear
eyes, not yet hardened by city life or with weeping, and begged me
wordlessly to save her. What could I do? Always been a slave to beauty,
even in my youth. Especially in my youth.
So, yes, I set her up in a little place on Rue P_____ She skipped like a filly foal when I showed her it - the tiny kitchen, the cozy parlour and the high ceilinged bed chamber.
So, yes, I set her up in a little place on Rue P_____ She skipped like a filly foal when I showed her it - the tiny kitchen, the cozy parlour and the high ceilinged bed chamber.
To be honest, that’s just what she reminded me of, a long legged young
animal, still not knowing quite how to manage her limbs, rein in her
excitement or control her temper. We had some quarrels, I can tell you
and then,ah,the making up......
I adored her, fool that I was. I indulged her, treated her like the pretty, precocious little child she seemed to be. How could I have guessed the cunning behind those tilted almond eyes - those eyes that would fill with tears at the slightest scolding or the sight of a kicked stray dog.
I ignored the gossip of those old crows living in the quarter. I imagined their sharp tongues to be spiteful daggers plunged into the smooth flesh of my darling through pure envy of her beauty.
A gloomy late afternoon in February, the day before St Valentine’s, is when I saw her for what she truly is. It was darkening, both with night and cloud, as I hurried along the back streets, my heart beating with the anticipation of a night in her silken arms. I saw her, there was no mistake. There could not be. She is unique.
She was getting out of the back of a car, slipping on her high heels as she clambered clumsily out onto the wet pavement. I remember thinking that her heels were worn down and I must take her shopping for a new pair; then I saw her stuff her pink satin underwear into her pocket, like the cheap tart she was and blow a kiss to the fat, sweating man groping his way round to the front seat.
Something broke inside me that moment, something which has never been mended and I doubt ever will.
I did not confront her. I watched her skip over to the door and turned my back. I did not want to hear her honeyed voice, once so sweet to me, tell me her lies.
I gave notice to the landlord and never went near the place again. I heard the bailiffs threw her belongings out onto the street. She herself was long gone.
Some months later I visited the cafe on the corner of the street. When I had not been to see her for three days, she had merely packed up her clothes and disappeared. She left the little canary I gave her with the cafe owner’s wife. It pined for her and died. I doubt she would care, the heartless whore.
I adored her, fool that I was. I indulged her, treated her like the pretty, precocious little child she seemed to be. How could I have guessed the cunning behind those tilted almond eyes - those eyes that would fill with tears at the slightest scolding or the sight of a kicked stray dog.
I ignored the gossip of those old crows living in the quarter. I imagined their sharp tongues to be spiteful daggers plunged into the smooth flesh of my darling through pure envy of her beauty.
A gloomy late afternoon in February, the day before St Valentine’s, is when I saw her for what she truly is. It was darkening, both with night and cloud, as I hurried along the back streets, my heart beating with the anticipation of a night in her silken arms. I saw her, there was no mistake. There could not be. She is unique.
She was getting out of the back of a car, slipping on her high heels as she clambered clumsily out onto the wet pavement. I remember thinking that her heels were worn down and I must take her shopping for a new pair; then I saw her stuff her pink satin underwear into her pocket, like the cheap tart she was and blow a kiss to the fat, sweating man groping his way round to the front seat.
Something broke inside me that moment, something which has never been mended and I doubt ever will.
I did not confront her. I watched her skip over to the door and turned my back. I did not want to hear her honeyed voice, once so sweet to me, tell me her lies.
I gave notice to the landlord and never went near the place again. I heard the bailiffs threw her belongings out onto the street. She herself was long gone.
Some months later I visited the cafe on the corner of the street. When I had not been to see her for three days, she had merely packed up her clothes and disappeared. She left the little canary I gave her with the cafe owner’s wife. It pined for her and died. I doubt she would care, the heartless whore.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Le Grand Prix
Séverine's first contest is underway! And here are luscious photos of the prize for the winner. A sensational wardrobe by British designer Tania Lawrence. Ms. Lawrence has been designing for Séverine since her inception and continues to do so now that Miss Sévinyl is in production. Lucky Séverine and Miss Sévinyl!
For the winner of Séverine' Silent Movie Contest...
A brocade suit is always in style for lunches or early afternoon appointments...
The mini dress underneath transforms when worn with a faux leopard coat.
Séverine takes an assignemte in the tropics in her Bermuda à Go-Go mini dress and sunny d-lite coat!
For meetings with her lawyers, Séverine selects a luxe drop waist black crepe dress.
Do not miss the chance to win!
Enter your storyline today!
Doll and props are not included in the prize.
For the winner of Séverine' Silent Movie Contest...
A brocade suit is always in style for lunches or early afternoon appointments...
The mini dress underneath transforms when worn with a faux leopard coat.
Séverine takes an assignemte in the tropics in her Bermuda à Go-Go mini dress and sunny d-lite coat!
For meetings with her lawyers, Séverine selects a luxe drop waist black crepe dress.
Do not miss the chance to win!
Enter your storyline today!
Doll and props are not included in the prize.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Belles of Some Ball
Séverine in hard plastic is a very couture doll being hand painted, coiffed, and styled. And there's only 500 of them in the entire world. More that a half already gone...
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Séverine's Silent Movie
Julian Kalinowski's Séverine doll made a movie. Way back in 1968. With a wardrobe designed by Juliet Whorton of Dangerousdames Lounge fame. The film got lost but these stills survive. Care to tie them together into a storyline? Dolldom and Je suis Séverine
invite you to do so by posting it in the "Comments" section (click on the "No comments" hyperlink) at the
bottom of the page. An anonymous jury will select a winner who
will receive a beautiful trousseau for the Séverine doll designed by Tania Lawrence.
Thank you for your creative participation!
Still One
Still Two
Still Three
Still Four
Still Five
Still Six
Still Seven
Still Eight
Still Nine (Last One)
Thank you for your creative participation!
Still One
Still Two
Still Three
Still Four
Still Five
Still Six
Still Seven
Still Eight
Still Nine (Last One)
Monday, July 6, 2015
Friday, July 3, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
The Advent of Sévinyl
Séverine keeps transforming, not only being the hand painted hard plastic doll of many faces and personalities, but also in her manufacture. For soon there will be SÉVINYL, the vinyl counterpart of Julian Kalinowski's Séverine doll. Enjoy these photographs made by Julian for all of Séverine fans.
Stay tuned for more on Sévinyl!
Stay tuned for more on Sévinyl!
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