I remember once going through one of Connie’s photo albums, and finding a pic of an impossibly-glamorous older woman. “Who is that?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s my old acting teacher, Nina Foch.”
Here she is, not as an older woman:






Wow.
Art, music, whatever
I remember once going through one of Connie’s photo albums, and finding a pic of an impossibly-glamorous older woman. “Who is that?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s my old acting teacher, Nina Foch.”
Here she is, not as an older woman:






Wow.
I am forced to watch the foul Great British Bake Off TV show because New Wife loves it, otherwise I would never have heard of block-faced Paul Hollywood (which is, by the way, an excellent porn star name).
Anyway, said celebrity has apparently got engaged (again) to some barmaid totty:

…who is okay, although I have to confess that I preferred his earlier barmaid squeeze:

…because she’s a redhead, natch.


Yeah, you figured it out: I’m not at all interested in Paul Hollywood’s love life, and this was just an excuse to post chick pics.
Anyway, you may now carry on with your day.
Seen at CW’s place, this young lady epitomizes to me an old-fashioned vision of modest loveliness:

The pic is recent, the old-fashioned values are timeless. Small wonder some lucky guy has married her.
Back to the silent movies we go, with actress (and later producer) Norma Talmadge:






You know, my problem with all the stars of this era is that the pics were so stylized that very little of the actresses’ character shone through (which is why so many of them look so alike). Here, for example, is a much later pic of Norma, taken when she was (I think) in her late fifties, and the difference is astonishing:

Gorgeous.
She started off as a singer in a band named “Hear’Say” (wouldn’t recognize any of their songs in a month of Sundays, but nemmind). Then she left the band to start her solo career (sorry, don’t know any of those either). But Kym Marsh was quite a hottie:

Now she’s in her mid-40s, and I have to say she’s not too horrible:

I mean, yes there are those ‘orrible tattoos, but what the hell, she did come from Liverpool after all:

And all her parts are in the correct order, as far as I can see:

Like I said, not too horrible, all things considered.
Let us ponder the mysteries of life, such as how someone like Claire Dodd could have lived at the same time as Eleanor Roosevelt without a rending of the time/space continuum.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Here’s Claire, first as a youngin:





And then in her prime:









Now compare that with any photograph of Eleanor Roosevelt (no, I’m not going to do it, find your own pic), and get back to pondering.