For some alcohol-induced reason—maybe I´d seen Captains Courageous one time too many— I´d decided it was my duty to stay on board and bale the goddamn thing out. By this time, Frank´s temper had reached its limits. “Get off that fucking boat while there´s still time, you fucking fool”, he roared, shaking his fist in exasperation. “Go fuck yourself,” I replied, always the lady. “I´m staying here.” It was about that time that I discovered that this fancy boat was stocked with a monstrous amount of toilet paper. Why in the name of God the owners had decided to store so much on one boat I´ll never know. But all the champagne I´d drunk convinced me that this wealth must be shared with the world. So I unwrapped roll after roll and floated them all off in general direction of Frank. His rage was now off the charts, and he screamed a variety of curses in my direction that even I found impressive, but nothing he said deterred me from my appointed rounds. Eventually, the boat began to sink in earnest, and I carefully joined Frank on the shore, carrying with me, with perfect survivor´s insticts, the last bottle of champagne and two glasses. We managed to get the bottle open and sat down to regard the scene. What was a little rumpus between lovers, anyway? We clinked glasses, laughed and made up.” —Ava Gardner: My Story

For some alcohol-induced reason—maybe I´d seen Captains Courageous one time too many— I´d decided it was my duty to stay on board and bale the goddamn thing out. By this time, Frank´s temper had reached its limits. “Get off that fucking boat while there´s still time, you fucking fool”, he roared, shaking his fist in exasperation. “Go fuck yourself,” I replied, always the lady. “I´m staying here.” It was about that time that I discovered that this fancy boat was stocked with a monstrous amount of toilet paper. Why in the name of God the owners had decided to store so much on one boat I´ll never know. But all the champagne I´d drunk convinced me that this wealth must be shared with the world. So I unwrapped roll after roll and floated them all off in general direction of Frank. His rage was now off the charts, and he screamed a variety of curses in my direction that even I found impressive, but nothing he said deterred me from my appointed rounds. Eventually, the boat began to sink in earnest, and I carefully joined Frank on the shore, carrying with me, with perfect survivor´s insticts, the last bottle of champagne and two glasses. We managed to get the bottle open and sat down to regard the scene. What was a little rumpus between lovers, anyway? We clinked glasses, laughed and made up.”

—Ava Gardner: My Story

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mudwerks:

Dante’sInferno_SpencerTracy-1935movie_100 (by x-ray delta one)

mudwerks:

Dante’sInferno_SpencerTracy-1935movie_100 (by x-ray delta one)

mothgirlwings:

Dorothy Dandridge (third from left front row) with beauty contest winners in Los Angeles, CA - 1946

mothgirlwings:

Dorothy Dandridge (third from left front row) with beauty contest winners in Los Angeles, CA - 1946

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thegoddamazon:

nipsndnaps:

black-pinup:

Why Hollywood won’t glamorize Negro girls

We’re still asking this question

To glamorize us would present a threat to their precious Eurocentric paradigm.

thegoddamazon:

nipsndnaps:

black-pinup:

Why Hollywood won’t glamorize Negro girls

We’re still asking this question

To glamorize us would present a threat to their precious Eurocentric paradigm.

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shialablunt:

fckthtsht:

Marilyn Monroe and Bert Stern during a photo shoot, 1962.

I think this might be my favorite picture of all time

shialablunt:

fckthtsht:

Marilyn Monroe and Bert Stern during a photo shoot, 1962.

I think this might be my favorite picture of all time

(Source: missingmarilyn, via indescribable-nene)

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voxsart:

The Bow Tie Crowd.
Peter O’Toole 2.

voxsart:

The Bow Tie Crowd.

Peter O’Toole 2.

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This film was originally to be filmed in black and white, as was the standard practice with “artistic” films in the 1950s. However, once Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor were cast in the leads, director Richard Brooks insisted on shooting in color, in deference to the public’s well known enthusiasm for Taylor’s violet and Newman’s strikingly blue eyes.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) [x]

This film was originally to be filmed in black and white, as was the standard practice with “artistic” films in the 1950s. However, once Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor were cast in the leads, director Richard Brooks insisted on shooting in color, in deference to the public’s well known enthusiasm for Taylor’s violet and Newman’s strikingly blue eyes.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) [x]

(Source: hitchcockalfred, via largerloves)

miss-flapper:

Charlie Chaplin performing his dance of the rolls without make-up, 1925.

miss-flapper:

Charlie Chaplin performing his dance of the rolls without make-up, 1925.

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jonathancarrollstories:

“A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.” Lana Turner
(Jonathan Carroll)

jonathancarrollstories:

“A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.”

Lana Turner

(Jonathan Carroll)

adelinedespanet:

annamaywong:

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liquidnight:

Nickolas Muray
Louise Brooks, circa 1922
Gelatin silver print
[From the George Eastman House collection]

liquidnight:

Nickolas Muray

Louise Brooks, circa 1922

Gelatin silver print

[From the George Eastman House collection]

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