I said pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together. xo, Marilyn Monroe

  

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Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck, photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt in William Wyler’s Roman Holiday, 1953.
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theniftyfifties:

A couple kissing at the bar, 1956. 
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aprilsvigil:

manticoreimaginary:

Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

#I watched this for too long to not reblog
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subbyhillygirl:

kimnovaks:

Marlon Brando in a screen test for “Rebel without a cause”

Sweet Jesus.
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fuckyeahvintage-retro:

James Dean browses for some groceries during the make of Giant.
Texas, 1955 © Richard C. Miller
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lazyboho:

wish these still happened

ugh

always wanted this to be a first date
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vintagegal:

Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard on the set of Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
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"He was too old for me, he’d had three wives, he drank, he was an actor and he was goyim," Bacall wrote in her autobiography of her prime passion.  All that meant nothing to the slinky 19-year-old model who met the 44-year-old star while filming To Have and Have Not.  They wed in 1945 (Bogie coolly muttered "hello, baby" at the end of the ceremony), and the two embarked on several delirious years running late with the Hollywood Rat Pack, saving time for two children.  "Bogie and I were ridiculous, holding hands like teenagers….we mooned and swooned, we really loved," Bacall has said.  The honeymoon ended in January 1957 when Bogart died of cancer.  Wrote Bacall: "No one has written a romance better than we lived it."  —People magazine
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