Two things:
Do you ever see a person who just intrigues the bejesus out of you in the "what the heck is their story" kind of way? I just went through that on the beach. A woman breezed past me and all I could see of her was the back. She was wearing a knee-length putty-colored fitted twill coat (I had on a tank top) and I could see a gorgeous skirt that looked like butter-yellow silk with a cream and silver border. Very fancy. She had on athletic shoes and white socks and was walking with a very purposeful, rolling stride. Her hair was past her shoulders and was dyed dark red, fading at the ends. Couldn't tell her age. Now, aside from being dressed too warmly and wearing a skirt too nice for the beach, and, oh almost forgot, not carrying a bag or anything (I had thought maybe she walked home from work via the beach but then the no purse aspect threw me), the thing that really compelled me to keep her in sight was this: She was wearing pantaloons. For those who don't know, pantaloons have not been a part of the American female dress code for about a hundred years. They are ankle-length, white cotton, lace-trimmed underpants. I followed her a long ways and she finally turned around but nothing was revealed. Probably my age or a bit older, dark glasses, thin, intent. A puzzle. THE UNDERWEAR AFFAIR (more)
Secondly, I had a scenario in a dream the other night that needs to be incorporated into a movie - the imagery was SO good. I dreamed I was in a big hall full of people, like a big theater, and everyone was making their way to a particular venue with much excitement. I followed along, thinking there was a cool band playing or something but when I got there I realized it was just a big dance floor with a DJ. What everyone was buzzing about and pushing their way onto the floor to experience, was that the club had manipulated the lighting so that everyone looked like they were in a black-and-white movie. They were all swing-dancing in ther gowns and suits, pretending to be movie stars. PHOTO FLESH