Girls sent home from McKinley High School for wearing slacks and blue jeans, Chicago, 1946.
“There where it smells of shit it smells of being.”
— Antonin Artaud, To Have Done with the Judgement of God
James Dean photographed by Dennis Stock, Fairmount, IN, 1955
The Wizard of Oz (1939) dir. Victor Fleming
25 year old Orson Welles arriving at the New York premiere of 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒆 (1941).
LANA TURNER does her part, 1942 She was a pin-up girl of the first order. She was a soldier’s dream during World War II, officially “The Girl We’d Like to Be Stranded on a Deserted Island With,” “The Girl We’d Like to Find in Every Port,” and “The Most Gorgeous, Spectacular, and Pulse-stirring Thing on High Heels.” The 18th Bomb Squadron of the U.S. Air Force painted her on the nose of their B-17 and named the plane “Tempest Turner.” In 1942 she raised $50,000 selling war bonds with kisses and her efforts altogether brought in an estimated $5,000,000. Back home she was a regular at the Hollywood Canteen and on the studio lot she played hostess to large groups of soldiers. She also performed broadcats for Armed Forces Radio, where soldiers could have any wish come true, no matter how random, if it could be transmitted over the airwaves. They could hear Carole Landis sigh, Judy Garland sing “Over the Rainbow,” or Lana Turner cook a porterhouse steak smothered with onions. That’s the request that was made of her and she was happy to oblige. Visiting hospitals was the most difficult because she was easily affected by injuries and sad stories. The soldiers loved her. They were convinced she was the last pretty girl they would ever see. - LANA: THE MEMORIES, THE MYTHS, THE MOVIES
"I decided I was not going to be one of these people. I wasn't going to mind if I gained weight or got wrinkles, because I could use my brain. And as long as I could use my head, it wouldn't matter how I looked." - Thelma Todd
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Lana Turner, 1942
“It’s interesting that Mother never thought of herself as beautiful. To her, the great beauties were brunettes. Dark was beauty, while women like herself and Betty Grable were bubbly, popular, and pretty, but not beautiful. The epitome of beauty to Mother was Hedy Lamarr. She was so impressed by an entrance Hedy made at Ciro’s, glamour personified and wearing a single diamond on her forehead at her widow’s peak. Years later Mother was still impressed, telling me she had never seen anyone look as manificent in her life. Nevertheless, Mother didn’t do badly with what she had.”
- Cheryl Crane