Jane Russell’s bitchface was second only to her tits.
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Jane Russell’s bitchface was second only to her tits.
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I wish to live until 150 years old but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.
Ava Lavinia Gardner | December 24, 1922 – January 25, 1990
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Betty Grable, 1939
I need to re-create this picture so you all can see how I’m basically a crooked-toothed reincarnation of Betty Grable.
(also so that I will have an excuse to wear a blouse with pom-poms on it)
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Some crime scenes are surreal. At a quick glance, this woman dressed in her slip appears to be casually sitting on a toilet seat with her leg crossed. What is soon apparent is that she has no head, at least no head on her neck; it is on her lap. The scene may seem to be one of a crime of passion because it is so horrific and posed. However, this woman, who lived in Brooklyn’s Eastern Parkway, blew her own head off with a powerful rifle. The blood spatter on the walls and on her crossed legs indicate she was sitting in this position when the gun went off.
Brussels Lace gown, 1903
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Ensemble
Claire McCardell, 1934
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