Die Große Lüge
turnofthecentury:

Woman dancing on a beach, 1920s
whataboutbobbed:

hello from a UK beach, April 21, 1935

Un Chien qui Rapporte (Jean Choux, 1931)
indypendent-thinking:

Blanche Barrow, AKA Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde

An Open Letter to Barbara Harris

Hello Barbara,

You don’t seem the type to regularly Google yourself, so you’ll probably never happen upon this letter.  I hope that somehow it may finds its way to you.

I am a big fan of yours.  Ever since I was young and saw Freaky Friday I have loved you and our work.  I would get that video from the library time after time and watch it over and over.  Being 6, or 7 I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world with your lashes and glamorous wig. Being quite a few years older, now I am especially enamored with your ability to deliver a high energy performance that is still believable.  You are completely living in every role!   Not only do your acting skills blow me away, but your singing voice is ridiculous!  There simply aren’t any actresses like you left.

Last I heard, you were teaching in Arizona, which is amazing.  Your students are lucky to be learning from the best.  I’m jealous…

I am currently working in NYC as a dresser on the Broadway.  I know that you were never interested in celebrity, or being famous, but you simply must come and play with us one more time. You are everything!  Please, please, please do a play, a musical, or even a movie or a TV show.  The world needs you to return even if only for a brief moment!

All best wishes,

Amanda

blackandwtf:

1929
“The Centipede” performed by dancers in Brussels.
(via vintagegal)
holdthisphoto:

November Wind, 1931
by Ewald Hoinkis
black-celluloid:

Man Ray, portrait of Alice Prin (Kiki)
saisonciel:

Barbara Kent, late 1920s

Wassily Kandinsky, “Tanzkurven: Zu den Tänzen der Palucca,” Das Kunstblatt, Potsdam, vol. 10, no. 3 (1926)
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