#audrey munson

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Audrey Munson—americas first supermodel.

From ghostly muse, to the insane asylum.

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Munson with buzzer the cat in 1915

Audrey Marie Munson (June 8, 1891 – February 20, 1996) was an American artist's model and film actress, considered to be "America's first supermodel." She was the model or inspiration for more than twelve statues in New York City, and many others elsewhere. Munson appeared in four silent films, including unclothed in Inspiration (1915). She was one of the first American actresses to appear nude in a non-pornographic film.

By 1915, she was so well-established that she became Alexander Stirling Calder's model of choice when he became Director of Sculpture for the Panama–Pacific International Exposition held in San Francisco that year. Her figure was "ninety times repeated against the sky" on one building alone, atop the colonnades of the Court of the Universe, roughly modeled on St. Peter's Square in the Vatican. In fact, Munson posed for three-fifths of the sculpture created for the event and earned fame as the "Panama–Pacific Girl".

In 1919 Audrey Munson was living with her mother in a boarding house at 164 West 65th Street, Manhattan, owned by Dr. Walter Wilkins. Wilkins fell in love with Munson, and on February 27 murdered his wife, Julia, so he could be available for marriage. Munson and her mother left New York, and the police sought them for questioning. After a nationwide hunt, they were located. They refused to return to New York, but were questioned by agents from the Burns Detective Agency in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The contents of the affidavits they supplied have never been revealed, but Audrey Munson strongly denied that she had any romantic relationship with Dr. Wilkins. Wilkins was tried, found guilty, and sentenced to the electric chair. He hanged himself in his prison cell before the sentence could be carried out.

The Wilkins killing may even have marked the end of Munson's modeling career, although she continued to seek regular newspaper coverage. By 1920, Munson could not find work anywhere and was reported as living in Syracuse, New York, supported by her mother, who sold kitchen utensils door-to-door. In November 1920, she was said to be working as a ticket-taker in a dime museum.

In the summer of 1921 Munson conducted a nationwide search, carried by the United Press, for the perfect man to marry. She ended the search in August claiming she didn't want to get married anyway. On October 3, 1921 she was arrested at the Royal Theater (later the Towne Theater) in St. Louis on a morals charge related to her personal appearance with the film Innocence (the reissue title of Purity), in which she had a leading role. She and her manager, independent film producer Ben Judell, were both acquitted. Weeks later, she was still appearing in St. Louis, along with screenings of Innocence, enacting "a series of new poses from famous paintings".

On May 27, 1922, Munson attempted suicide by swallowing a solution of bichloride of mercury.

On June 8, 1931, Munson's mother petitioned a judge to commit her to a mental asylum. The Oswego County judge ordered Munson be admitted into a psychiatric facility for treatment on her 40th birthday. She remained in the St. Lawrence State Hospital for the Insane in Ogdensburg, New York, where she was treated for depression and schizophrenia for 65 years, until she died at the age of 104.

-Wikipedia

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Civic Fame, colossal statue on the roof of the Manhattan Municipal Building. Sculptor, Adolph Alexander Weinman; Model, Audrey Munson. She stands 30 feet tall and is the second-largest figure in Manhattan, dwarfed only by the statue of Liberty.

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Inspiration, Audrey Munson and Thomas Curran, 1915

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Her face and figure were immortalized throughout New York City. For Adolph Weinman, she was the gilded “Civic Fame,” the city’s loftiest effigy, atop the Municipal Building in Lower Manhattan, across the street from City Hall. Attilio Piccirilli used her likeness in his monument to the mariners of the sunken U.S.S. Maine at the entrance to Central Park on Columbus Circle. She was the model for Henry Augustus Lukeman’s sculpture “Memory,” at Broadway and West 106th Street, in honor of Isidor and Ida Straus, who drowned when the Titanic sunk. She is Daniel Chester French’s granite maiden guarding the Brooklyn entrance to the Manhattan Bridge.

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Audrey Munson, 1915.

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Henry Augustus Lukeman’s “Memory,” at Broadway and West 106th Street in Manhattan. Audrey Munson modeled for the bronze statue, which was made in 1913 / Emon Hassan for The New York Times

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Random Eddie Munson headcanon-

He had- if not still has, a massive crush on Audrey Hepburn.

Thank you.

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6 bitch

TRACK 6 - as it was by harry styles (eddie munson x fem!reader)

a/n: this could have gone very sad, but i wanted to write something softer. :-) just some shortness and sweetness.

“in this world, it’s just us. you know it’s not the same as it was.” 

Laying here with her, the entire world melted away. The street lights were nothing more than highlights in the shadows casting across the walls of the bedroom, the sound of a siren in the distinct merely white noise. None of it mattered to Eddie; the only thing that mattered was the feeling of her head on his chest and her warm fingertips dancing over his stomach in soothing circles beneath his shirt. All he wanted to care about was the sound of her deep breaths, timing perfectly with his own. 

He had spent the night out with friends. A loud dinner at a nicer restaurant, discussions of simpler times as they compared what their lives were now. How they had all moved away from their hometown, how they were all official adults now. Steve had just gotten a job as a school counselor, Nancy was running her own local newspaper, Dustin had just been accepted into his first choice college - they were all growing and changing, leaving behind the people they once were. 

Eddie found himself panicking halfway through the night, getting lost in his own head as he had listened to his friends indulge in the details of their new lives. He missed them, awfully. These days, they could only find one or two days a month if they were lucky to catch up this way, a stark change from the way they used to see each other every single day. Everyone was always busy. Everyone was always on the move. 

He had changed too. The moment he’d graduated and saved up, Eddie had moved to the bigger city. He was playing small gigs here and there as a solo-act, taking classes at a community college. It’s not like he had stayed the same, but on nights like tonight, it reminded him of just how much he had changed. And it was usually fine, manageable, but tonight had simply felt like a bit heavy of a reminder. 

But then he came home to her. 

She was something that had been a part of his change, too. In a chance encounter as he packed up one night after a show, she’d approached him. All shy smiles and fiddling hands as she complimented him on his performance. He doesn’t know what had gotten into him, but he found himself offering to buy her a drink, because she was a pretty girl, and she was talking to him. One drink turned to two, which turned to three. Stories were told, names were learned, and numbers were exchanged. The rest, as some would put it, was history. 

“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs against his shoulder, leaning her head back to get a good look at him. 

He looks down at her, enamored by the way the shadows dance across her cheek bones and how her eyes still shine with just as many stars in them as they did that first night. “Just thinkin’ about how things change.” 

“Good change, or bad change?” 

He thought about the last year with her. How she had gone above and beyond for his birthday, going so far as to even contact his Hawkins’ friends and bring them all into town for one night. That night, he’d gotten multiple ‘she’s a keeper’ talks. He thought about their first few dates, and how goddamn nervous he had been for the other shoe to drop. But it never did. She still came back for more, even after that date in which he’d accidentally locked them out of his van, and it inconveniently began to pour down rain. She still wanted to see him after he’d spilled his wine onto her during their first time eating at a nicer restaurant, making him curse and nearly cry before she took his hands in hers and promised him it was fine. The shirt could be replaced, but the moment couldn’t. 

“It’s a cute story for the grandkids, right?” 

When she said that, he saw a fear in her eyes. She was worried she was talking about the future too soon; it was only their third date. 

She wasn’t. He had decided he wanted to marry her by the second date. 

Everything about Eddie Munson’s life had evolved and changed from what it once was, and it was for the better, and it was thanks to her. For the first time in twenty-five years, he saw a future for himself, and he saw it with her. 

“Good change,” he promises with a whisper, reaching down to cradle her jaw before bringing his lips to hers chastely, “Such good change.” 

She hums against his lips, a small smile cracking. He rolls them over, caging her in with his arms as he hovers over her, drinking in her every feature. The way her hair spills out around her against the pillow, the way her face is so breathtaking even with sleep lines on her cheeks. 

“I love you,” he quietly confesses, the words still lighting her up like it was the first time he’d ever said them, “I love you so fucking much.”

“And I love you,” she says in return, bringing a gentle hand to his cheek that he nuzzles into without hesitation, only pulling away to press a kiss to her palm. 

He dips in for a proper kiss, his hair falling down like a curtain around them as their lips meet. 

Things were always changing, and always would be. But sometimes, it changes for the better. Sometimes, it changes so you can meet the right girl at just the right time, and maybe that wasn’t so bad.

Eddie Munson’s life may not be the same as it once was, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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mentally eddie and i are going as seymour & audrey from little shop of horrors for halloween <3

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rip eddie munson, you would have loved little shop of horrors (1987)

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Audrey Munson in the film “Purity” (1916). She was the first American leading lady to appear nude in a mainstream movie / Library of Congress

She was the first American leading lady to appear nude in a mainstream movie, titled “Inspiration,” the first of three silent films which had nude scenes. But she was also a protofeminist, joining Helen Sargent Hitchcock’s Art Workers’ Club for Women in demanding equality in the workplace and maintaining that women could look their best, and more natural, by chucking corsets, garter belts and high heels.

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Audrey Marie Munson fue, probablemente, la primera supermodelo. Sirvió como inspiración, desnuda, vestida, semidesnuda, para más de 15 estatuas que están por todo Nueva York.

Conocida también como "La señorita de Manhattan", "la muchacha de la Exposición", y la "Venus de América". Comenzó su carrera cuando un fotógrafo la vio por la calle con su madre.