I don't want realism. I want magic.
Elizabeth. 23. I'm an old-fashioned girl with a passion for classic cinema and all things vintage. Audrey Hepburn, Vivien Leigh, and Gene Tierney are the queens of my heart.
Marilyn Monroe leaving a railway station, during a visit to the home of Virginia Mcallister in Warrenburg, New York, 1949. Monroe presented Mcallister with the keys to a new house after she won a Photoplay Magazine contest.
(Source: haroldlloyds, via solo-vintage)
When I first met Hedy Lamarr, about twenty years ago, she was so beautiful that everybody would stop talking when she came into a room. Wherever she went she was the cynosure of all eyes. I don’t think anyone concerned himself very much about whether or not there was anything behind her beauty, he was too busy gaping at her. Of her conversation I can remember nothing: when she spoke one did not listen, one just watched her mouth moving and marveled at the exquisite shapes made by her lips. She was, in consequence, rather frequently misunderstood. … Beautiful women—on whom so many words and hours and fortunes are spent, who are painted and pursued, adored and abused, married and abandoned. Each one using this trump card in a different way. Like a joker in canasta, it is a powerful advantage properly played and a heavy load to have left in your hand. Hedy Lamarr found it a load.
George Sanders
Audrey on the set of Paris When it Sizzles, 1963, photographed by Bob Willoughby
Audrey imitates Famous’s often-deployed begging technique. The lucky dog was present on lots of movies shoots; many have said that Audrey loved animals nearly as much as she did children.
”I believe that if you want something with all your heart, you get it.”
(Source: avasgardner, via alwaysbitchin)
Marilyn photographed by Jock Carroll, 1952.
