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_{Goodbye Again (1961)}

Available via Netfliques instant streaming, Goodbye Again (1961) is directed by Anatole Litvak and a… Read full post »

You'll excuse me for saying so, but it seems that these days, one can't turn on the television, read a newspaper or peruse a blog without encountering someone shrieking about The Looming End of All Things!

Why just yesterday on the television, some blatherskite insisted that the… Read full post »

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^{Peering from behind eyelet curtains: the cloistral apartments of M. Chariot}

Of late, M. Chariot seems entirely unable to capture the proper modus operandi which confers attention on Open Salon: namely an unhesitating ability to jump to immediate, inf… Read full post »

 

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^{The Children (2008)}

Nobody raises horrible children like the British. The child actors who starred in horror classics like Village of the Damned, The Innocents and The Omen set the standard for creepy children, in a manner… Read full post »

The California dawn's first blush razored through heavy velvet draperies into the cloistral bedchamber. Surgical light glinted across Victorian soda lime glass vases and walnut appointments, pricking my slumber like a physician's cannula. Where was I? Ah yes: in that very bower of romantic d… Read full post »

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If, like me, you are single - and a gentleperson of some refinement - you may frequently find yourself feeling a bit lonely. Not that I do, mind you - but you might.… Read full post »

M. Chariot ran into Mlle Faye Dunaway at the dry cleaner's recently. I was picking up one of my fancier waistcoats, which had incurred a stain resulting from an overenthusiasm for the veal — when I detected an angry, patrician voice coming from further down the counter. There stood… Read full post »

Gentle readers who do not live in the vicinity of Hollywood may be unaware of a perilous, millennial phenomenon which has come to plague the refined citizenry of our fair city: the shocking,… Read full post »

In our modern era, where etiquette and propriety are of utmost importance, M. Chariot's (Adult) Language of Flowers is the perfect Floral Guidebook for the Romantic/… Read full post »

As you may perhaps be only peripherally aware, M. Chariot is renowned as a gentleman of some savoir-faire in social settings where ladies are present. It has occurred to me… Read full post »

Some of you may have heard of the notorious Starbuckle coffee parlour in the artist's district near the corner of Sunset Boulevard and Vermont Boulevard in Los Angeles. Recently, it was pointed out to M. Chariot that the Starbuckle Family own more than one shop, though I have no… Read full post »

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On a recent evening my dear friend, the tenuous Mademoiselle Hysterique, appeared at mon petite domicile with a tiny pink box of assorted pastries and a tittery ecphonesis regarding a foreign film of recent discovery. Gathering her at the door, we settl… Read full post »

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I invited my dear neighbor, the penetrating Monsieur Objectif — composer, gentleman gardener and friend — to my bachelor pad for a light repast and a screening of the degenerate étude from Leos Carax, Pola X.

We dined on small bits… Read full post »

There lives in my neighborhood a notoriously alluring woman who owns a tiny, moveable storefront antiques shop. I say moveable, because it has been moved several times in the years I've lived here. Suddenly it will be gone, and just as suddenly it will reappear… Read full post »

_{Whereupon witnessing the solid, unreproachable, camera-ready marriages of the political candidates, the author ruminates on his own untidy connubial past.}

As one thrice-divorced, M. Chariot knows something of the caprice of l'Amour, and hopes to spend not a little time blogiating on the subj… Read full post »

If there is one thing Monsieur Chariot cannot abide, it is sloppy pronunciation. And thus I flew into a rage on the Metro today, when the conductor announced "Los Angeles Convention Center, next stop. Staples Center, next stop."

And yet he pronounced… Read full post »

You're considered an intelligent person. Thoughtful. Well-spoken. Urbane. At social gatherings in your local Bohemia, when you speak, people appear to turn slightly, to put down their tea — to listen. At night in your little bed, in your heart, you wonder if perhaps you have something… Read full post »

On Sunday morn during the reprieve from our cheerful labors here at Open Salon, M. Chariot packed his tiny wooden easel and a selection of aquarelles, and then Metro'd a la plage for a bit of plein air — a style of painting developed in France in/… Read full post »