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The Austro-Hungarian Empire. Famous for Fuck All.

Posted by gauloises1 on July 22, 2010

All they did was slowly collapse like a flan in a cupboard, as many important historians have said. Although they did indirectly lead to two of my favourite things: Embers by Sandor Marai, and now the best set of player party photos since Linz (not that one).

I mean, it’s pretty hard for tournaments these days to really stand out, especially if they aren’t a big name like Indian Wells, or don’t have any striking local indigenous fauna. So frankly, all credit to the people at Bad Gastein for taking the little-used approach of hearkening back to their history as a fashionable spa resort in the nineteenth century. (Thanks, Wikipedia!)

Alize. Sweet as a little pie.

Probably should have taken off the wristbands though.

For a good few minutes, I was trying to understand why I didn’t remember Sorana playing this tournament. Sorry, Julia Goerges.

There are a few unfortunate tan lines going on here.

Petkorazzi practices her royal wave.

Not another evening among the ton listening to the latest on-dits, Patricia Mayr seems to say.

It’s not that I don’t like Timea Bacsinszky. It’s just that whatever you dress her in, she always looks like she’s just been dragged out of a crack den. By her hair. Through a hedge.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t know if this is a player or a random bit of muslin, but I really want that dress.

And saving the best until last …

Khader Nouni. Officer. Gentleman. Possible doorman. 

God among men. 

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