Jan 29, 2002

The Bride of Frankenstein yawns.

Directly out my window, there is a giant white cloud that looks like the Bride of Frankenstein in profile, raising a hand to her mouth. And not the gross Kenneth Branagh version, either. The perfect 1935 Elsa Lanchester bride, darkly beautiful and a bit comical. The clouds keep moving though. The profile has changed just enough that Elsa Lanchester is rapidly becoming Marge Simpson.

The city is beautiful today.

posted by Mary Forrest at 2:01 PM | Back to Monoblog


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