There are some things that help to improve my mood. I'll share two here. Consider it "a little something for the ladies and also for the gentlemen who are so inclined--hey, I don't judge."
Dandyish Helmut Berger:
Pantsless Helmut Berger:
Ohhh Mr. Berger--you achieve levels of fabulousness that mere mortals can only hope to attain. Seriously. When was the last time YOU looked that suave wearing a vest and pantaloons composed of quilting squares? I'll answer that for you--NEVER.
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Patchwork waistcoat and jodhpurs for the WIN.
Okay, maybe they're not TECHNICALLY jodhpurs, but who's gonna quibble with the Berger? Especially when he's got a hot Eurobabe kneeling to his quilty sassy-ness.
*sigh* 70s Europe was a wonderland.
I'm not even going to *try* to lie to you, oh favoritest Vicar-person--that velvet blazer and vest combo with those SHINY SHINY BOOTS is entirely hotter than it oughta be.
OH AND! Shall I get the Costuminatrix workin' on incorporating patchwork squares into your Robes Of State? Or would that be gauche? ;)
Second picture, forefront image:
Is it just me, or is Teh Berger doing the infamous "push the girl's head downtown with your elbows" maneuver?
Kate, I agree with you about Amateur Night (as a late law partner of mine and his boyfriend used to refer to New Year's Eve). It's just an excuse for all the restaurants in Gotham to limit their menus, add a zero after all the prices and break out the cheap sham-pain. Let the punters freeze in Times Square! I'd rather curl up with your pictures of his Helmutness, if I was so inclined. But I'm not, so I'll be with the wife and kids. Happy Amateur Night, Kate and Vicar.
Professor JACK! I'm aghast! Although, maybe if this was during The Berger's bisexual period (you know--before his "I'm looking for a wife" period, which in turn was before his tell-all "I'm gay" autobiography period)...
Hear, hear Fred. I'm still trying to figure out how a "free champagne toast" quadruples the nightclub entry fee I pay on most weekends. Might I recommend that we stay home and crack open some of the SPARKLING MAGNIFICENCE of Champale in protest...?
He could use a swanky walking stick (nothing too pimpin', maybe something John Steed might use if he got tired of the umbrella... I'm talking Tara King seasons). A riding crop would work, but to go with that quilting, it would have to be something odd. Nothing you could find at a shop or in my closet :-)
As for New Jeers Eve... I have been roped into already expensive Japanese. I despise crowds, so this is my least favorite holiday...
In these tough economic times, I don't know if I can afford the magnifence that is Sparkling Bold Pink Champale. So I might have to settle for some Olde English 800 or Colt .45 (no, you will not get me anywhere near Mad Dog 20/20). I'd spring for some Baby Chams if only they carried it in this country (after all, its advertising featured Caroline Munro, so how bad could it be?).
By the way, are those the Three Degrees shilling for the Champale? If memory serves me right, Henry Kissinger was a huge fan of them and their hit song, When Will I See You Again.
Darius, you are SO RIGHT! The only thing missing is a cane--p'raps a sword cane. You really can't go wrong with a sword cane. Godspeed on your NYE adventues! I hear you on the crowds tip--bonus points for DRUNK crowds on NYE. *shudders*
Fred, I'm not sure who the lovely ladies recommending Champale are! I just discovered them through a quick Google search for that most pinktastic of malt liquors :)
Yum! Oops... did I say that out loud? Ahh fuck it, YUM YUM... alls we're missing is a shot of the actual helmet.
Hey Kate. Great images. I've got a bisexual friend who would go crazy for them. He's got a huge crush on Helmut. I do wish you an awesome 2009. Take care. Keep up the good work. Cheers!
Karswell and Keith--Helmut's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And the girls. He's just THAT hott.
And a happy Aught-Nine to you too, Keith :)
Helmut Berger was so damn hot when he was young.He was one beautiful stud.
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