Anything Goes, Darlings!

Time Square, New York City, 1960s.

Bring back the Automat! :)

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After the Misdeed (Après la Faute’) by Jean Béraud.

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Audrey Hepburn
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Lauren Bacall…gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!
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I want to live in a world where the people are few and the drinks are many

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Wystan Hugh (‘W.H.’) Auden, 1930 -by Cecil Beaton [+]

“Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.” — W.H. Auden (The Dyer’s Hand)
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Wystan Hugh (‘W.H.’) Auden, 1930 -by Cecil Beaton [+]

“Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.”
— W.H. Auden (The Dyer’s Hand)
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Gosh, I love this film!

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Cecil Beaton, 1920s -by Peter North [+]

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When you told your secret name

I burst in flame and burned

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There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ’em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this – I’m paraphrasing – um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.” That’s the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women.

There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ’em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.”
Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly. The other important joke, for me, is one that’s usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud’s “Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious,” and it goes like this – I’m paraphrasing – um, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.”
That’s the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women.

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