Anyone who knows me knows that I can't resist a good period drama, especially one with a fun female lead. Phryne (that's pronounced fran-ee) Fisher, slutty lady detective (I think that's her official title) is probably my favorite, and I asked my cousin if she knew where it was filmed within an hour of walking out of the Melbourne airport.
Five thousand years of history sitting right next to each other.
It's not quite the Atlanta out of Jermaine Dupri's universe, but it's pretty damn delicious.
We have only a little time to please the living, but all eternity to love the dead.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
Love that McDonald's endorses International Women's Day yet won't pay their workers $15/hour!
When does a story go from fact to fiction? From recollection to memory to myth?