#1930s
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classicfilmblr · 2 days ago
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Big Brown Eyes (1936) dir. Raoul Walsh
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angrytheatremaker · 22 hours ago
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Palate cleanser for people sick of watching the world burn to a crisp. Just look at this dress! (I have often thought that green dresses are underrated.)
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Daughter of Richard H. Fox of Surrey, 1931
Alfred Lambart
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frostedmagnolias · 2 days ago
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Dress
c. 1935-1939
UNT Digital Library
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history-of-fashion · 2 days ago
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ab. 1935 Silk evening dress by Jacques Heim (Paris)
regenerated cellulose, champagne-colored, satin weave, crêpe marocain, metal clasp, rhinestones
(Kunstgewerbemuseum Berlin)
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random-brushstrokes · 22 hours ago
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N. C. Wyeth - Island Funeral (1939)
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sonicandvisualsurprises · 2 days ago
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Victor Vasarely - Bora III. 1964
Victor Vasarely (French: [viktɔʁ vazaʁeli]; born Győző Vásárhelyi, Hungarian: [ˈvaːʃaːrhɛji ˈɟøːzøː]; 9 April 1906– 15 March 1997) was a Hungarian-French artist, who is widely accepted as a "grandfather" and leader of the Op art movement.
His work titled Zebra, created in 1937, is considered by some to be one of the earliest examples of Op art.
Source : Wikipedia
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Victor Vasarely - Zebra 1937
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aheathen-conceivably · 3 days ago
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The last rays of daylight were shining across the desert, casting shadows that would soon turn into uninterrupted patches of darkness in the moonlight. Rippling alongside them was joyful laughter coming from a farmyard tucked into the hills. The inhabitants had been outside since midday, when Violette had returned home from school to find two horses waiting for her.
Despite the waning sun or the cooling temperatures, she still insisted they all stay out there, just so she could spend every last minute around the foal she had named Ozma, after the princess of Oz.
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As the sun drifted further toward the hidden reaches of the distant orange hills, even the horses began to grow tired. The lively laughter and trotting of horse hooves faded to quiet happiness in turn. Further toward the fence where they were just outside of ear shot, Zelda and Antoine sat looking across the yard and talking quietly. “I take it you still don’t approve?”
Zelda kicked at the sand softly, just as uncomfortable to say anything now as she had been the first time. “It’s not that I don’t approve. I simply wish you would have asked me. I just worry - I worry we’ll spoil her to the real world. How’s a boy supposed to live up to all of this when that time comes?”
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“He isn’t. That’s the point. Why would you want her to settle for less than the world?” He cleared his throat, tamping down the protectiveness that was beginning to verge too close to anger. “I’m sorry. I just - I know how hard she’s taken the change - with Jo and I leaving. I had hoped this would help keep her company. But you’re right. I should have spoken with you first.”
Zelda gave him a small nod, glancing back to where their daughter looked the happiest she had in years. Her beaming smile quieted any remaining reservations she may have had. 
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Antoine cleared his throat again, as though eager to change the subject. “So have you heard from him? About the grant?”
Zelda lowered her head into her hands, continuing to watch the happy scene play out in front of her as she shook her head. “I did. He wrote to say that his proposal was accepted. He asked if I could meet with him next week to begin cataloguing all his works.”
“Zelda! Why - why haven’t you told me? We should be celebrating you today.”
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She shot him a look, as though to tell him to keep his voice down. “Because I’m not going to take it, that’s why. ” She raised her head from her hands, a sense of misplaced conviction in her voice as she gestured in front of her with her chin. “Look at them. They’re happy, Antoine. Happy for the first time in how long? Everything is going back to normal after so much pain and suffering and I can’t ruin that.”
He looked out across the yard with her, although he spoke in her direction to ensure that no one else could hear. "My love. You can’t make choices for everyone else’s happiness your whole life.”
Deep inside the pit of her stomach she swallowed a retort that had crept up the back of her mind. And what about the choices I made for your happiness?
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“Hey. Look at me.” As usual, she did as he asked, immediately forgetting the brief nausea that had arisen with her ire. “They love you, alright? We all love you. You won’t ruin anything by doing this. And Gio came out here because he believed in something. You’re a lot more alike than you realize, and he won’t begrudge you for doing what he himself would do a hundred times over.”
He looked at her, sensing the lingering fear behind her distance. “And you don’t have to worry about me or Lottie. We aren’t going anywhere. You deserve a chance to try, just like everyone else.”
Just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, she moved closer to him and put her head on his shoulder. They both knew that meant her reservations had softened, and his words had worked. As she looked across the yard all she could hope was that she was wrong, and that this change would be good for them all.
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pinkblanc · 17 hours ago
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Florence Henri, Intérieur du Palais de l'Air, World's fair, Paris, 1937
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summertimenoir · 3 days ago
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Claudette Colbert in Four Frightened People (1934)
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newsfromsomewhere · 3 days ago
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Back in the USSR....
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Intourist travel poster promoting travel to famous USSR health resorts near the Black Sea (c. 1930). Artwork by Maria Nesterova.
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adventurelandia · 2 days ago
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King Neptune (1932)
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classicfilmblr · 3 days ago
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JOAN CRAWFORD as "Olivia Riley" in THE SHINING HOUR — 1938, dir. Frank Borzage
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frostedmagnolias · 15 hours ago
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Evening Dress
c. 1930
UNT Digital Library
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vintagewildlife · 1 day ago
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California trapdoor spider (Bothriocyrtum californicum) with eggs By: Lee Passmore From: National Geographic 1933
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diana-andraste · 3 days ago
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Untitled (Torso), Osamu Shiihara, 1930
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