Real Star Quality

I finally made it yesterday to the Noel Coward exhibition at Lincoln Center, having been caught up in a little busyness and laziness in the past two weeks or so, and believe you me, it was worth it to see some of the gems there- his dressing gown, make-up kit, cigarette boxes, personal typewriter and scores of other personal items. Now, Noel (I feel a certain closeness to the Master, and have for years now so I thought I would use his first name) is certainly a character worth looking up to- for his many many contributions to many many and many more disciplines (acting, the stage, writing, music, lyrics, etc), and having done most all of them (if not all of them, given that painting was his hobby) so very very well.  In particular, his use of language and the snappy nature of it shines through so clearly, a succession of urbane witticisms for the urbane.  The topping on the cake is that he is self-made.

a photo of his final resting place. which was his favorite spot for cocktails...