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vintage-tigre · 2 days
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Jane Fonda, 1965
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mrskennedy · 1 day
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Jacqueline Kennedy leaves her Fifth Avenue apartment with her children to fly to Greece for her wedding to Aristotle Onassis. October 1968.
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Audrey Hepburn, 1962
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brunettedelulu · 1 month
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frenchnewwaves · 6 months
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Monica Vitti wearing a fur coat
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angelunderheaven · 3 months
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sincerelyemma13 · 5 months
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george harrison and pattie boyd <3
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ellouroumo · 9 months
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the nurse from the twilight zone episode "eye of the beholder"
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viaov · 1 year
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Jordan Gibson, Batgirl, 60’s Japanese Style
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pinupdelore · 3 months
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dying to see Priscilla 😩
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sodapopsblog · 30 days
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sahar luna
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vintage-tigre · 21 hours
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Raquel Welch 1966
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mrskennedy · 5 months
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“Jackie’s beauty was more than skin deep. It emanated from within because of her unwavering self confidence.” - J. Randy Tamborelli
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blackros78 · 2 years
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Catherine Deneuve - Belle De Jour, 1967
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brunettedelulu · 1 month
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The Fig Tree Analogy *⁠.⁠✧
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
From, "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath, 1963.
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frenchnewwaves · 7 months
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Still can’t believe she’s really gone
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