What was Oscar thinking?
The Fine Line editors have made their decision. Having outwitted Oscar Wilde, each winning entrant will receive a moleskine notebook in which to continue to pen their genius. Thank you everyone for your super entries. You’ve done Oscar proud.
The winners are:
Sabie with Oookay Lillie, once more, with enthusiasm, for a moleskine notebook. “I’m a little tea pot…”
Gavin Innes with Although Oscar found the photo shoot extremely tedious, his top left pocket was having the time of its life.
David with “Cheese??” Oh, the pith of it.
EB with Another 85 years before the Wolfenden report comes out… until then I will refuse to even stand straight.
Catherine Vouvray with When do we get to the skivvies shots?
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Oh my dearest, it’s no good,with such importance, I will have to go and use this wallpaper to wrap my moleskine notebook
Comment by Geoff Kaye — November 25, 2009 @ 2:27 pm
So, now I look twenty, that makes the one in the attic…….?
Comment by Elaine Grainger — November 25, 2009 @ 7:18 pm
is my pipe burning a hole in my pocket?
Comment by hannah — December 5, 2009 @ 3:37 pm
Wonder what to write on my new moleskine ruled notebook? uhh…
Comment by SiNgUrL — December 21, 2009 @ 6:44 pm
I know not whether laws be right or whether laws be wrong, but I’m pretty sure that what you’re doing is very, very wrong.
Comment by Christopher Provost — December 21, 2009 @ 8:00 pm
I came, I saw, I tore down the wall, now it’s time to go home..
Comment by Caolr Tahir — December 21, 2009 @ 8:32 pm
When I go through Customs in New York, I’ll say ‘Nothing to declare but my genius.’
Comment by Tina Lonergan — December 21, 2009 @ 9:57 pm
I feel a little queer. At least, that’s what I tell my boys.
Comment by Peter Allchin — December 22, 2009 @ 1:17 pm
That cloud, above the willows: elephant or whale? Elephant, almost certainly… disintegrating…
Comment by Lavinia Palincas — December 27, 2009 @ 10:01 pm
Did I use a condom last night?
Comment by Darcy Demianoff-Thompson — December 28, 2009 @ 1:13 am
My image will be engrained in the hearts and minds of all for future reference . . . if I can just not breathe, darned fly. Go away! Ahhh just two more minutes . . . man this photograper is a sap. Just look at the dissymetry of his facial features, the eyes are so close! Wow, there is no room for any brain brain matter . . . .
Comment by Laura Stutzman — December 28, 2009 @ 2:43 pm
Oh Come on! I’m missing my walk in the yard with the lads. Bloody prison photographer!
Comment by Stephen Sweeney — January 4, 2010 @ 4:21 pm
Hmmm..don’t you think I look a tad like that Stephen Fry chappie??
Comment by Yve Hill — January 5, 2010 @ 5:41 pm
“The only thing worse than being photographed is not being photographed…”
Comment by Claire — January 6, 2010 @ 6:29 pm
It’s silly really, but my mind goes blank after “Here’s my handle…”
Comment by Andrew Bebb — January 6, 2010 @ 6:43 pm
See? Nothing to it. Now you take yours off.
Comment by Mary D'Arcy — January 6, 2010 @ 6:50 pm
Blogging is the curse of the writing class
Comment by zimm — January 6, 2010 @ 6:57 pm
This is the last time I let my Mum choose my outfit, Velvet is so last year.
Comment by Natalie Ryan — January 6, 2010 @ 7:16 pm
Oookay Lillie, once more, with enthusiasm, for a moleskine notebook. “I’m a little tea pot…”
Comment by Sabie — January 6, 2010 @ 7:52 pm
Oh, I’m a famous whoopsy, with my long, flowing locks, and suitably deadpan but poetic expression. What a treat for the shapeless masses to see me thus!
Comment by Marianne — January 6, 2010 @ 8:25 pm
hells teeth, I’d rather be writing.
Comment by Bev Jackson — January 6, 2010 @ 8:58 pm
oh come on, how many more times have I got to look wistful at that little tent of blue sky?
Comment by Lorraine Bacchus — January 6, 2010 @ 9:08 pm
We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us have the same writing notebooks as the stars!
Comment by Andrea — January 6, 2010 @ 9:47 pm
Focus schmocus – just press the damn thing before my curls droop, my neck locks and my quotability freezes over.
Comment by Vee Kaye — January 6, 2010 @ 10:36 pm
Pssst, hey pal, does that camera take polaroids?
Comment by Chris Hammer — January 7, 2010 @ 2:05 am
I am too smiling and you’ll never guess what I’m doing with my hands!
Comment by John Sheppard — January 7, 2010 @ 2:21 am
“Wonder if anyone will notice I’m sporting the same jacket that Jedward will wear in 2009’s X-Factor?”
Comment by Pete — January 7, 2010 @ 9:20 am
‘(I’m Always Crushed by Your) Presence, Dear…’
Comment by Kirsty — January 7, 2010 @ 10:01 am
Bloody expensive these moleskine notebooks. I always keep mine safely tucked under my arm where no-one will…Oh blast.
Comment by Stephen Sweeney — January 7, 2010 @ 10:04 am
“Cheese??” Oh, the pith of it.
Comment by David — January 7, 2010 @ 1:12 pm
Although Oscar found the photo shoot extremely tedious, his top left pocket was having the time of its life.
Comment by Gavin Innes — January 7, 2010 @ 10:47 pm
Oh no! That was a wet one…
Comment by john — January 8, 2010 @ 2:42 pm
Why a photo when I’m having such a bad hair day!
Comment by Angela Laws — January 8, 2010 @ 4:00 pm
“Let me think, ‘The Importance of Being Sincere’, ‘The Importance of Being Honest’, ‘The Importance of…’. Ugh! Maybe I should just quit this writing malarkey.”
Comment by Ross Grainger — January 11, 2010 @ 11:35 am
I need some coffee: NOW!
Comment by Laura — January 13, 2010 @ 2:40 pm
“You are just taking this from the waist up, aren’t you? It’s just that flip flops don’t really work with the whole dandy thing I’ve got going on. Damn, they’re comfy though.”
Comment by Sophie Blanch — January 15, 2010 @ 8:32 pm
In love and on drugs at the same time….
Comment by Tracy Davis — January 19, 2010 @ 8:38 am
I shall remain motionless for however long it takes to capture sheer perfection for such is the debt I owe mankind!
Comment by carole gill — January 19, 2010 @ 12:41 pm
My head seems to be loose.
Comment by george — January 19, 2010 @ 12:42 pm
“Who do they think I am …Confucius or someone… can’t they think of a good quote on their own?
Comment by Marie — January 19, 2010 @ 12:42 pm
Yes, Mother. I will think for an hour before jumping into the gene pool.
Comment by Patricia A. Hawkenson — January 19, 2010 @ 12:52 pm
“BUTTS, LOL”
“Either my ennui goes, or I do.”
Comment by John Leavitt — January 19, 2010 @ 12:56 pm
I’m a little teapot . . .
Comment by Hollee Chadwick — January 19, 2010 @ 1:13 pm
“Oh, I do hope Lord Alfred could be my cell-mate, I miss him so.”
Comment by Al Harris — January 19, 2010 @ 1:16 pm
“Alas, 18 can never remember what 80 will never forget. But then, perhaps that is exactly wrong?”
Comment by Nor'Easter — January 19, 2010 @ 1:18 pm
“Toyboat, toyboat, torbort……..damn”
Comment by Nor'Easter — January 19, 2010 @ 1:24 pm
Good job I am standing against this wall, I feel like Jo March at her first party. Where do you think they got the moleskin for my notebook from
Comment by simon o'corra — January 19, 2010 @ 1:45 pm
You have got to be kidding!
Comment by Dawn Dennis — January 19, 2010 @ 1:49 pm
“Even at this angle, life is little more than a means to an end.”
Comment by R. Michael Phillips — January 19, 2010 @ 1:50 pm
Holy moly, did he just click that confounded camera? I wasn’t ready yet. Shouldn’t he have said cheese or smile or some such saying?
Comment by Paige — January 19, 2010 @ 2:02 pm
What’s the point in taking my picture? Like I really want to be preserved for immortality…
Comment by Lois — January 19, 2010 @ 2:09 pm
The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.
Comment by Marian Youngblood — January 19, 2010 @ 2:35 pm
Well, I be darn! Isn’t that my overcoat he’s wearing. I lost that in Cincinnati.
Comment by MzDonna Rash-Sawyer — January 19, 2010 @ 2:40 pm
All art is quite useless, but I still wish I could figure out what I did with my notebook.
Comment by Margaret — January 19, 2010 @ 2:44 pm
What in the World?
Hey, they must think I’m thinking up another powerful quote…but I’m not! LOL
Comment by Marian Turenne — January 19, 2010 @ 2:47 pm
With a pistol and a big hat I could pass for Billy the Kid!
Comment by Richard — January 19, 2010 @ 2:48 pm
So many boys; so little time…
Comment by Marti — January 19, 2010 @ 2:58 pm
He was thinking:
‘Why did I bloody agreed with this circus?’
Comment by poch peralta — January 19, 2010 @ 3:04 pm
“Listen, old chap, if you want a smile out of me, have your assistant there disrobe.”
Comment by Martin Rus — January 19, 2010 @ 3:17 pm
When do we get to the skivvies shots?
Comment by Catherine Vouvray — January 19, 2010 @ 3:17 pm
Now where did I leave those car keys?
Comment by Classic Camp — January 19, 2010 @ 3:46 pm
One hundred and twenty years from now, people will look at this photograph and wonder what I was thinking at this very moment. Damned plebeians. As if they could even begin to understand.
Comment by Sarah Joy Albrecht — January 19, 2010 @ 3:52 pm
Two years of hard labor? …without a pencil in my hand? …it’s going to be the death of me! …what was I ever thinking!
Comment by Mary Beth — January 19, 2010 @ 3:58 pm
I think my outfit is a bit dated.
Comment by Melanie — January 19, 2010 @ 4:08 pm
Oh, woe is the seam that rips up the crack of my pants! Thank heavens no one sees me picking my bum in this awkward stance!
Comment by Pamela D Hardy — January 19, 2010 @ 4:08 pm
Oh, darling, please hurry, do. This hobby of yours is so tedious.
Comment by Kate Thompson — January 19, 2010 @ 4:24 pm
I had a good time today!
Comment by Connie Suite — January 19, 2010 @ 4:54 pm
Are you ready yet? Can hurry up and take this stupid picture, so that I can get back to finishing my book!
Comment by Stephanie Harris — January 19, 2010 @ 4:54 pm
I wonder if it’s time for a haircut? My bangs keep falling in my eyes.
Comment by Karen Jones — January 19, 2010 @ 5:05 pm
I wonder what books will be like in the future. Hm… I wonder what the future will be like.
Comment by Sarah — January 19, 2010 @ 5:08 pm
Are these YOUR cucumbers or mine?
Comment by LUCILLE JOYNER — January 19, 2010 @ 5:14 pm
Is this the look that will make people think, “What is Oscar thinking?” for years to come?
Comment by Gina — January 19, 2010 @ 5:35 pm
“Alas, that photographer’s eyes are set too close together; rendering her face none too pleasant to gaze upon.”
Comment by Leslie Moon — January 19, 2010 @ 5:41 pm
“I wish he would have waited one more minute. I know he’ll buy bread and cheese for lunch and I want fish and chips.
Comment by Lynnda Ell — January 19, 2010 @ 6:12 pm
“The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain… the rain in Spain stays mainly in the– oh for God’s sake man, take the bloody picture already!”
Comment by LM Tadic — January 19, 2010 @ 6:21 pm
“Moleskine or foreskin. How many moles lost their foreskin for this stinking book? Besides, it’s mispelled.”
Comment by Michael Zimmer — January 19, 2010 @ 6:26 pm
“What if vampires sparkled in the sun?”
Comment by Jessica — January 19, 2010 @ 6:29 pm
“I wish this picture could be taken while I write. I can’t stop the words from coming and I need to write them as they come to me. Oh, dear! I hope I don’t look too bored. I’m at my best when writing you know.”
Comment by Vickie Gray — January 19, 2010 @ 6:48 pm
Hmmm… something witty…something witty… anyone who lives within their means… hmmm, is it witty enough… suffers from, erhm, a serious lack of imagination.
Comment by Alice Johnson — January 19, 2010 @ 6:54 pm
When you’re done, darling, would you hand me a cigarette?
Comment by Rose — January 19, 2010 @ 7:41 pm
“Is there even film in there?”
Comment by Cristina T. Lopez-OKeeffe — January 19, 2010 @ 8:22 pm
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
— Oscar Wilde
Comment by ROSE O'SULLIVAN — January 19, 2010 @ 8:55 pm
My twin brother, Billy the Kid,is now a famous outlaw of the Wild-
West. You can view his photo (a most striking resemblance)from Google images.
Though separated, we are akin in knowing grievous misunderstandings by others.
Jenifer
Comment by Jenifer Smith — January 19, 2010 @ 9:25 pm
My neck will never move again, no doubt. Would you rather I looked earnest?
Comment by Michelle Owings-Christian — January 19, 2010 @ 9:26 pm
Now where am I going to add that? It does nothing for the description. Needs some more spice to it, like this wallpaper needs.
Comment by Cherise Loe — January 19, 2010 @ 9:44 pm
My oh my, I thought only Neil Gaiman posed like this for pictures. Anyways, here’s what I believe Mr. Wilde could be thinking:
“I wonder if I could market the idea of cucumber sandwiches if I enter them into my story.”
Comment by Kirstin — January 19, 2010 @ 9:55 pm
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall…
Comment by David Kline — January 19, 2010 @ 10:09 pm
Oh dear God, snap the picture already–lest I die of sheer boredom.
Comment by Melinda L. Wentzel aka Planet Mom — January 19, 2010 @ 10:35 pm
“No, Mum, I am NOT interested in meeting Lord Puttingham’s daughter.”
Comment by Sharon Cousins — January 19, 2010 @ 10:57 pm
Oh! I’m so bored; I wish this guy would get finished with me!
Comment by Patsy Colter — January 19, 2010 @ 11:32 pm
Hurry up this suit is itching my skin like moths are biting brain.
Comment by Debra Ann Elliott — January 19, 2010 @ 11:50 pm
“This suit does NOT make me look queer.”
Comment by Brenda Blakey — January 20, 2010 @ 1:19 am
No really, does this make my butt look big?
Comment by Rachel A. — January 20, 2010 @ 2:56 am
I wonder what I should have for dinner?
Comment by Andrea Buginsky — January 20, 2010 @ 3:21 am
“That comma… yes, I really think I ought to take it out.”
Comment by Kirsten — January 20, 2010 @ 4:04 am
I feel as if I’m a caged animal. Invisible bars surround but unseen to the photographer. What else is there left for me to accomplish, to make my new mark on this world as this photograph will highlight and be my inspiration to do so.
Comment by Tera Wilson — January 20, 2010 @ 7:03 am
Life is far too important to be taken…
Comment by Avigail Halberg — January 20, 2010 @ 7:49 am
I wonder how long it will take for people to realise that this has all been a practical joke…
Comment by Evan Rhyno — January 20, 2010 @ 2:51 pm
Ah, should I conjure up a spell, or should I pray this to be over?
Is the photographer a boy or a girl… Ah no matter, either will do.
Comment by Ellenelizabeth Cernek-Kashk — January 20, 2010 @ 4:35 pm
But why not mummy? Everyone else is going!
Comment by ewhite — January 20, 2010 @ 4:38 pm
How I do enjoy a good chedder
Comment by Paul — January 20, 2010 @ 5:03 pm
This wallpaper and my Moleskine notebook provide the perfect atmosphere for writing my second novel.
Comment by Cindi Kerr — January 21, 2010 @ 1:55 pm
If only Dorian were as good-looking as my Moleskine notebook.
Comment by Cindi Kerr — January 21, 2010 @ 2:01 pm
I get it. Little Mythological Eros was playing with Madness in the garden, when she blinded him …This explains why Love is blind and why he ’s always accompanied by Madness. Now the question is: whose brilliant idea it was to give him a bow and arrow for Christmas ? by Paola
Comment by Paola Desiderio — January 21, 2010 @ 2:29 pm
“I wonder who loves me today?”
Comment by B D LaRue — January 22, 2010 @ 8:46 pm
Oscar Wilde’s eyes caught my attention. Seems he had some loss in his life. His posture and dress suggested thinking he was a rebel, or I sense from his posture that he was troubled about his life. I think Oscar Wilde needs a new adventure and new love. I’m probably wrong in my perception. I’m doing my best to figure about Oscar Wilde’s mind state.
Comment by Denise Swoveland — January 23, 2010 @ 8:31 am
And years from now, will they see this as one of my happier days?
Pensive, rather than ambivalent.
It’s just my expression caught
In the way of my exhaling…
Comment by Shivonne Johnson — January 24, 2010 @ 3:02 am
This is my way; I say goodbye…
I am trapped in this body and I can’t get out…
“Avert your eyes,” I hear someone say,
What is the color of the cuff, of the hand, that guides the spineless puppet before me?
Comment by Shivonne Johnson — January 24, 2010 @ 3:30 am
I wish that photographer would hurry up – I’m missing Celebrity Big Brother.
Comment by Jane Willis — January 24, 2010 @ 4:09 pm
Just a comment to have a chance to win something
Comment by MAWSpitau — January 24, 2010 @ 8:02 pm
I would like to have this nice Moleskine, so I take part in the challenge!
Comment by Hirsch Nadja — January 24, 2010 @ 11:30 pm
A picture-ready pose, like milk, will spoil eventually.
Comment by Kirsten — January 25, 2010 @ 12:52 am
“Must I really put my hand on my hip?… This is wild.”
Comment by Judy — January 25, 2010 @ 6:27 am
Sitting, waiting, wishing…
Comment by Anno 07 — January 25, 2010 @ 11:47 am
I’m a little teapot short and stout
Here’s my handle
And here’s my spout
Comment by Sophie Cameron — January 25, 2010 @ 1:36 pm
Not another sicko-fan-(t) photographer !
Comment by jenny d — January 25, 2010 @ 3:50 pm
I was promised I would be shielded from these people!
Comment by Rick Siler — January 25, 2010 @ 5:53 pm
Good God, Mother! I’m sick of smiling! I want to go with my friends! Hurry up!
Comment by Kathy Larson — January 25, 2010 @ 7:39 pm
You must be joking! An orange jumpsuit?
Comment by Helen M — January 25, 2010 @ 11:27 pm
So is this portrait of the artist or the sitter?
Comment by Helen M — January 25, 2010 @ 11:27 pm
‘They say a picture paints a thousand words, unfortunately only one springs to mind… Boring!’
Comment by Lee Kulik — January 26, 2010 @ 9:18 am
“Handbag!How outré.”
Comment by Derek G — January 26, 2010 @ 6:30 pm
No, im sure I locked the front door!
Comment by Derek G — January 26, 2010 @ 6:32 pm
What’s Jolson doing in my top pocket?
Comment by Derek G — January 26, 2010 @ 6:33 pm
To spawn a pouty look will be a blessing unto many an unimaginative model.
Comment by Katie C — January 26, 2010 @ 9:12 pm
I’m sure that picture is not straight.
Comment by Jenny — January 26, 2010 @ 9:17 pm
If I am not young enough to know everything then why are we all so curious?
Comment by Pam Parks — January 27, 2010 @ 3:35 am
A fool and his money are joy to behold.
Comment by Derek Thompson — January 27, 2010 @ 10:37 am
If I tilt my head a little farther to the right I swear you look like a potato.
Comment by marlon — January 27, 2010 @ 5:36 pm
Damn it if I haven’t gone and got stuck again
Comment by Alice Gillam — January 27, 2010 @ 10:00 pm
“If a picture’s worth but a thousand words, I should have written this portrait myself.”
Comment by D.J. Swank — January 27, 2010 @ 11:27 pm
In the Poets hood, keep the Poets eye, for a good Poet shall never die
Comment by John E WordSlinger — January 27, 2010 @ 11:48 pm
A poet can survive everything but a missprint.
Comment by Maurice — January 28, 2010 @ 2:24 am
Its going to happen in the third Act. He will tell her he’s going to war.
Comment by Venetia Thallon — January 28, 2010 @ 8:13 am
I can’t think what I did with my buttonhole this morning. Why, a jacket without a flower is like a mole without his skin…
Comment by Jennifer Moore — January 28, 2010 @ 10:51 am
One must partake in such ghastly time consuming activities in the name of fame, such as posing for photographers when there are words to be written.
Comment by sophie macdonald — January 28, 2010 @ 10:58 am
I wonder if I could get my self one of those portraits like Dorian Gray did?
Comment by Linda — January 28, 2010 @ 11:42 am
First that ridiculous question from the customs officer, now this absurd passport photo business …
Comment by Sean McSweeney — January 28, 2010 @ 12:58 pm
“The only imaginative way to view the world, is askew.”
Comment by Heidi Stephenson — January 28, 2010 @ 12:58 pm
Quality is always outed by default. Posterity demands my thoughts and misdeeds be recorded in a Moleskine notebook – lest there be any mistake.
Comment by Jay Jay — January 28, 2010 @ 2:14 pm
Another 85 years before the Wolfenden report comes out… until then I will refuse to even stand straight.
Comment by eb — January 28, 2010 @ 2:24 pm
I’d love to make a citizen’s arrest on that Tony B
Comment by Penny — January 28, 2010 @ 2:59 pm
I love posing, it is so much more real than life.
Comment by Moira — January 28, 2010 @ 2:59 pm
Let’s get this over with, then I’ll come back to your place.
Comment by Moira — January 28, 2010 @ 3:03 pm
Seriously, due to my past quotes and comments on women, I’m having a heck of a time finding a new tailor or wife.
Comment by Rena Rogers — January 28, 2010 @ 3:53 pm
When I am reincarnated I want to be Laurence Llewelyn Bowen…
Comment by Linda — January 28, 2010 @ 4:52 pm
I know the importance of being earnest, but where’s the fun in that…
Comment by Linda — January 28, 2010 @ 4:54 pm
“Are you f’in kidding me?!”
Comment by nb — January 28, 2010 @ 5:07 pm
“Simon you say, I’ve got the X factor, but will the audience vote for me?”
Comment by Philip — January 28, 2010 @ 5:31 pm
Should I use my moleskine jacket to make a book cover for my notebook?
Comment by Linda — January 28, 2010 @ 6:38 pm
Mmmm u look bear fit man!….well chung
Comment by annette kamara — January 28, 2010 @ 7:36 pm
To lose one notebook is bad enough, but to lose two of the fuckers…
Comment by John Moorhouse — January 29, 2010 @ 5:36 am
That was your third shot! Let’s get this over with!
Comment by Trish Crew — January 29, 2010 @ 1:05 pm
‘Sometimes, I simply wonder what if?’
Comment by lindy — January 29, 2010 @ 1:38 pm
I must appear insouciant, I must appear insouciant, Good Gad, I hope I appear insouciant…
Comment by Perle Champion — January 29, 2010 @ 1:54 pm
Illusion is the first of all pleasure.
Comment by Pam Granberg — January 29, 2010 @ 2:14 pm
Perhaps if I changed my name to a lady’s name and then used a pseudonym of a man it might make me more interesting.
Comment by Carol Sheppard — January 29, 2010 @ 2:34 pm
The image may be here but I am not
Comment by G W Colkitto — January 30, 2010 @ 11:04 am
Where is Walt when I need him most?
Comment by Kim Luisi — January 30, 2010 @ 8:23 pm
I simply love how the iPad automatically rotates the text.
Comment by Christopher — January 31, 2010 @ 4:51 am
Why can’t I migrate to more illusions?
Comment by Lohian Lohithakshan — January 31, 2010 @ 5:03 am
Attention Deficit Disorder, before it was cool.
Comment by Gillie — January 31, 2010 @ 6:24 am
Just take the picture, my dear: my head has always been so inclined.
Comment by Lin Robinson — January 31, 2010 @ 3:31 pm
It’s all true all at the same time. I know this to be true, yet I still struggle to find out what “it” is.
Comment by Deborah Denson — January 31, 2010 @ 7:23 pm
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