Making Haste.

Hi!

Emily and I are once again in the same city and both working far too many hours to remember to come up with interesting blog posts. I know I keep promising I'll post something worth while, but I think we both know that's not happening soon. I really just cannot for my life come up with anything interesting to say. And I feel like the majority of the images I love and want to share would be for nothing since Im pretty positive most of them were snagged from other blogs (i.e. your blog)

so personal photos it is, except Emily is not friendly to the camera. These two are the only ones I got on our day trip to Monroe and Madison last weekend. We did a fair bit of vintage shopping. She brought back a few music sheets (shocker!) and some gloves and possibly something else I cannot recall. I bought nothing since I am beyond skint and the most horrid shopper ever.

Eee looking extremely cool (smug) under a lovely ... erm... vintage shark.

The alligator purse. I, personally, think it is ever-so-slightly cute, but Emily was down right disgusted.

And, lastly, my very own daguerreotype boyfriend. :)

xGracie

My Fickle Eye

Here is a small selection of dreamboats and cutie-pies of yesteryear who do not meet the qualifications for our "Can't Help Loving That Man" series, as none of them are celebrities and thus not allowing for maximum stalking-esque research.

Feel free to ogle like there's no tomorrow, as far as they're concerned, there isn't.

My favorite. Yes. Definitely. Partially because it's just such a good photo.
From the flickr of the Library of Congress of New Zealand . . .maybe...?

Soldier Blues - Five Days of Being Blue

Salutations,

This weekend was magnificent. I went to my moms (Again, I know. I need to stop) and did some baking and sewing and it was all grand. As a part of my weekend I went to my cousins school for a parade they held. He goes to a military college so it's mostly boys which I find sort of amazing and awesome (to a girl who goes to an art school, this is a big deal, at least) and hotdog! did they look good in their uniforms. I mean they look REALLY good. Forgive me, for sounding shallow and petty, but I am very frank about these things. Anyway, so the whole time I was just ogling the band members. I believe my favorite (a trumpet player, no less!) spotted me trying to take sneaky from-the-hip pictures...

Hunky band boys looking sharp in their wool dress coats and pants. Poor boys, it was quite toasty out that day.

I LOVE bagpipes. My cousin is going to be in the pipe band soon enough! I also really love that they wear kilts!

Can't Help Lovin' That Man: Tyrone Power

So, school is in and guess what I am doing on my friday night?!?!?!?!?! Yup, looking up dead dudes. Awesome sauce, right? Any way you slice it the boy cake is just not one I can have and eat too.
...That sounded like it could be cannibalistic or overtly sexual. Sorry.
I just sighed. I just sighed a big sigh. I mean "big" as in a nice breeze just blew across town because of my sigh.
That what guys like Tyrone Power do to me. Even if they are dead (as he is). Why does this happen? Well, for one he is the embodiment of a dream. My dream, at least. Ok sort of a nightmare, but the good type... What I mean is, he's devilishly handsome and too charming for anyone's good.

I hate men like him. HATE. But also.... I kind of cannot keep from admiring him. Just from a distance, though. He was one of those men. The cheating, (probably) sleazy, dashing, charismatic, sexy types. Unlike all-around wonderful fellas like Jimmy Stewart, Tyrone was a man a gal could trust as much as she could get away from her own shadow (this does not apply to those with Peter Pan abilities). So I might be exaggerating. Then again I might not. All I know is he had a thing with Judy Garland while he was married to the very pretty Annabella and later had fidelity problems later on with other women. So he might be the victim, but I doubt it... I'll say something for his acting, though, because he certainly held my attention, even through "Suez" (which, to be frank was really not that interesting from the last 45 minutes on. Yes, that is all I have ever seen of that movie and I really don't care to see more.) Oh wait that wasn't about his acting was it? Damn.

Anyway, Thanks to my infatuation with Tyrone (beginning around this time last year), I discovered Alice Faye, with whom he worked on a number of films. So, my adoration for her grew as I realized he really wasn't that great of an actor. Still, I cannot help but swoon when I am reminded of his looks. I mean, he is seriously hot. And I hate using the word "hot" frivolously, so you know I really mean it when I do use it. If he isn't your type (look wise, and hopefully he's not your type in personality) then good. fine. more for me. except not really.

Regardless of your opinions of his acting and/or personal life I hope you can appreciate the beauty that good genetics created in the form of Ty-Pow.

Just one of the many reasons I would be very okay with being Betty Grable during her young adulthood.

Kodachrome Kids

It might be getting clear to you that forties teen fashion is occupying my mind a lot lately. I remembered today that I have several color images of the students of North High School in Worcester, Massachusetts, circa 1946 that I have been wanting to share! Now, these are not  artistic photos, but more like snapshots. I found them through this flickr account and enjoy them immensely. Mainly because a) they show a more realistic side to fashion, lifestyle, and culture of the mid forties and b) they are in glorious, vivid color, which I just love! Also, these photos are a really good resource for young men/ten boy's fashion from that year, which I appreciate very much.

I'm glad that this school had at least a bit of ethnic diversity.