Caroline is a Realdoll made in 2004 by Abyss Creations.
“I think he was frightfully good as a doctor or psychologist or something because he didn’t do anything at all. He made me sit down in a chair and got a couple of cups of tea from the wardroom and gave me a cigarette and started talking about himself.”
— from Requiem for a Wren by Nevil Shute, 1955. See my review of the book.
Her body collapsed internally, but in 2009 I obtained a compatible replacement, pre-owned but in good condition, a two-hour drive from where I live in southern England.
After I glued her mouth closed, a doll owner in France brought to my attention that she resembled the actress Emmanuelle Béart. Subsequently I made her mouth less wide and the resemblance was lost.
I used this old television camera tripod as a doll stand before I obtained a purpose made stand.
We got to Torrance Beach and saw all these kites in the air and I had a camera with me and got out and shot a few of them, and decided, well, I’d better get some more film. Sent the wife home to get it, and then I went down on the beach and started shooting landings and half the guys that landed on the beach were surfers that I knew.
— Leroy Grannis, legendary surfing photographer who turned his camera to hang gliders in the early 1970s, interviewed for the 2008 documentary film Big Blue Sky by Bill Liscomb
We chanced upon the American car club gathering during filming for a television station in Germany.
When the dusk begins to grip the streets, the commandos come out of their hiding and head for their respective theatres. The top operators wander along the edges of Hyde Park and past Grosvenor House. There are dark-eyed French girls in the eddies along Bond Street, but most of them are in and around Piccadilly.
— Written by 1st Lieutenant Bert Stiles, USAAF, shortly before he was killed at the age of 24 flying a P-51 Mustang on a bomber escort mission to Germany.
See also Anoushka running for a bus.