My everything.
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Pretty little messes.
I’m cleaning up tinsel and stray shoes, playing with one of my most coveted gifts, and feeling generally lovely. I do love bright and quiet afternoons.
Swing Time (1936)
More Fred and Ginger spam. I just don’t which one I’m more in love with (but the blonde is probably a safe bet). I’m watching this movie and making things with colored paper between sighs.
A notorious perfectionist, Fred Astaire demonstrates perfect timing in two separate takes.
This is crazy. Nothing will ever capture my heart the way classic Hollywood does. It’s the closest humanity has come to true magic.
Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers–Cheek to Cheek (from Top Hat)
“Rogers was outstanding among Astaire’s partners not because she was superior to others as a dancer but because, as a skilled, intuitive actress, she was cagey enough to realize that acting did not stop when dancing began…the reason so many women have fantasized about dancing with Fred Astaire is that Ginger Rogers conveyed the impression that dancing with him is the most thrilling experience imaginable”.
Is it possible to incredibly, unbearably, heart-brokenly miss an era in which you did not live? From about 2:20 on I just…melt.
