
Catherine Deneuve photographed by Helmut Newton, Vogue France, April, 1962.
(via thenormadesmond)
i’d love to see more women villains that are completely unsympathetic. no stupid “woe is me” backstory that hardly justifies their actions. no victim complex. no hesitation. just a love for carnage and head games and an insatiable lust for pain. mentally unhinged or fully in control. there aren’t enough female characters out there that are truly monsters. as much as it’s fun to see male characters do that, i want some iconic serial killer ladies in my life.
(via thetenthdoctorsbrillianthair)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
(via myrnasloy)
Elliott Erwitt: Hollywood, California, 1956
(via intrinsictremblings)
We always used to celebrate together at the end of a picture. Clark insisted on it. Maybe we’d include the director, maybe not. It was just a kind of ritual that the two of us had. We would share a bottle of champagne while he read poetry to me, usually the sonnets of Shakespeare. He loved poetry, and read beautifully, with great sensitivity, but he wouldn’t dare let anyone else know it. He was afraid people would think him weak or effeminite and not the tough guy who liked to fish and hunt. I was the only one he trusted. He never wanted me to tell about this, and here I am giving him away, but I never mentioned it while he was alive.
Shirley Maclaine and her two 1/2 year old daughter Sachi Parker as they make faces during a photo shoot, January 1959. Photo Allan Grant
(via misshazelflagg)