Josette DuPres

Historian. Time Traveller. Immortal.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@StrangerNews11 Well of course he is - he’s a Goonie!

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@AntSpeaks I’m slightly disappointed that he didn’t run at least one of those marathons backwards.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@Joel_Szn Catherine Tate’s Nan is a perfect clone of my mother-in-law. Saves the worst for Christmas Day by telling us all to “Sod off!”, complains about presents, “What the **** am I supposed to do with this??”, “Not another sodding mug!”, and once pretended to be dead.

[BabelColour @StuartHumphryes]

Three Easter enhancements for you, wich were taken back in 1909. But there's a twist! You may be unexpectedly familiar with the sitter for, believe it or not, these are actually Dracula himself - the great horror movie star Bela Lugosi 🦇

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@DJRustyEgan @midgeure1 I used to work next door to what was once The Blitz, on Great Queen Street. The club itself was long since closed, and if you didn’t know the history, you’d walk straight past it - such an unassuming venue. But a few of us knew - being but young adolescents during its time.

[Parisian Aesthetics @Parisianaes1]

And God created Woman... and the world never forgot her

Brigitte Bardot, icon, rebel, and animal rights pioneer, has passed away at 91. Her legacy burns brighter than ever

Rest in peace, BB. 1934–2025 💫

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@TMZ This is so upsetting - I’ve been watching him for years. He took us all on so many adventures and had such a great personality. Rest easy, Adam.

[Badger @Bertrom]

I’ve always had a soft spot for his work.

David Gentleman.

Primrose Hill under Snow.

1968.

[Curiosity @MAstronomers]

Tap this image...

Look to the top right...

That's Phobos, a moons of Mars...

And that bright point of light next to it?...

That's Us, that's Earth...

[gregorio catarino @gregcatarino1]

"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With the night coming early,
And the dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@HistoryUnd 11:55 - almost midnight. Enough time for one more story.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@AlfaEco36698 @HistoryUnd Or the Elizabeth Dane?

[Undiscovered History @HistoryUnd]

A ghostly yet mesmerizing image from 1900.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@metoffice I’m in London - there have been no storms, just a bit of light rain. I was expecting biblical downpours and flash lightning. I’m very disappointed!

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

Purple is purely a mental construct of the human brain.

We invented the color because of a lack of a sensor signal.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@Rainmaker1973 My Labradors would effortlessly jump over that in one fell swoop.

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@LairdOfTheManor @crustilye Beautiful 😍 💜

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@orpip_3 Ahh, well that might explain all the trouble I’ve had with my neighbours #karma

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

As a great-granddaughter of James II of Scotland, I thought I'd give him a birthday shout-out. He was born #OTD in 1430 and, among other things, is known for stabbing someone 26 times and throwing them out the window. https://t.co/2IIu4bSWmp

[Josette DuPres @HelanaRnB]

@orpip_3 Yes indeed 😆. Shame I didn’t know him.

[Russell Brand @rustyrockets]

David Lynch

I knew David Lynch a little. Based on his work as an artist, I don’t know how anyone could claim to know him well, beyond blood relatives and his wife. Maybe wives. Movies are “public dreams” and no filmmaker wove dreams like Lynch. His name became an adjective and synonym for “dreamlike” or surreal. As the fires devoured the city that defined him he was dying. Lynchian.

I asked him once in LA “Why do you like it here?”
“The light.” He said.

He wouldn’t put out the incessant cigarettes he smoked on his glazed concrete floors but just let them drop and burn out - “it marks them” he said. I’m not suggesting the whole city went ablaze as a result of his negligence but I reckon that Lynch’s death as a coda on those dreadful conflagrations helps us see them as epochal and epoch ending; the Hollywood of Lynch is gone. Lynch is gone. Trump is in office now and that very American “Jimmy Stewart from Mars” yet somehow “French” true auteur of Outpost Drive is dead as the embers smolder.

Everything was art to him. I saw stalls he’d made, they were amazing. A lamp that blew my mind. Mad cartoons, demonic and full of droogish violence and toddler-carnality. I asked him what he thought enlightenment was and he drew me a picture. Seriously. He drew a picture of consciousness and how ideas emerge from some ulterior field of oneness. He enjoyed and accepted decay. Our mutual friend Bob Roth who runs his TM (transcendental meditation) foundation said “David is equally intrigued by every chapter of life. He’d be fascinated by a baby rabbit, an adult rabbit, a dead rabbit, a rabbit’s decomposing corpse.” He had an overview of life, an under-view of life, he was a True Artist.

He said to me “If you fail while living by your principles as an artist you die once, if you fail while living by someone else’s you die twice.” David Lynch only died once.