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theswingingsixties:

1960s cage dancers.

dream job with de-saudade

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lahnahayama:

かげ を みに まとう

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ericaceae:

I should rent the DVDs. 

The cartoons of my childhood were so awesome. 

It will probably come as no surprise that this is my mother’s favourite Godard film, and, whilst I sat on the floor of the video store I grew up in, she’d play it over the Christmas school holidays because “you always seemed to like it, too.”

I think, somewhere between Mary Quant, Nana and Doris Day, I sort of form a real person. Except I don’t have a pimp, or am right-wing, or invented the mini-skirt. Yet.

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behindthefairyflossmachine:

this would be better if Sandy was cropped out. The Pink Ladies dont get enough airtime.

*kisses my Frenchy tattoo*

Agreed. Marty Maraschino is my lifesperation, in ways I cannot even begin to explain.

(I want to see the Frenchy tatt, yo!) 

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rantingsofamoderndayglamourgirl:

Ann Miller, 1951

You know why Ann Miller is amazing? Not because she has the best legs Hollywood’s ever seen, or she’s a phenomenal dancer. It’s because she poses for shit like this and I’m all like, “ANN MILLER OF COURSE YOU CAN BUILD A BUILDING AND SHIT BECAUSE YOU’RE ANN FUCKING MILLER”.