I don't know the exact point when I became Anglophile, nor the reason for it, since I had pledged my loyalties to the French altar of culture ever since I was very young and read about red crayons in the boring Romanian texbooks. Since there are so many French people in my course, I am trying to swing back into continental set of mind. They are very chic and very unlike all the friends I have made so far (except my penpal French friend).I've been living in capitalism for waaay too long.
So because I have not seen a French movie in a while (it does hurt), I decided to get Charlotte Gainsborough's latest album 5:55 and I am pleasantly surprised. She's been mostly an actress and model, the daughter of two sixties icons - Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsborough - and not what one could classify as a classic beauty. Her music is like a whisper, it's like when you want to say something important to a loved one but can't get yourself to say the words loudly.
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Came across your blog in random selection. Happy to have found an insightful and tactful critic of films and personalities. Please make an effort to continue.
I am not likely to call myself an anglophile, but I would love to go to sleep and wake up in London with no memory of being an American, but not without memory of family and friends. I would ask myself why they chose to live in Hollywood/America. Charles
Thank you, Charles. I too understand the need to erase the errors of geography and to be reborn as a native of a certain place.
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