well wow, a picture of me that’s not in black and white. that’s something!
this is basically my resting face.
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Holy moly you’re attractive
^Your attitude sucks.
The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.
PHOTOGRAPHY BITCHES
A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.
These are some fun fucking facts
Halloween: *is almost here*
me: 🎃🍫🎃🍫🎃🍫🎃🍫🎃🍫 spooky shit spo౦ky sHit🎃 thats 🍬 some spooky🎃🎃shit right🎃🎃th 🎃 ere🎃🎃🎃 right🍬there 🍬🍬if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 👻 i say so 👻 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ👻 🎃 🎃🎃BO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ🎃 🎃🎃 🎃👻 🎃 🍫 🍫 🍫🎃🎃Spooky shit
Harley and Ivy to the rescue.
Batman: Black and White #3.
Harley and Ivy are so about protecting other women and I am 100% here for that
Black and white photograph of Monroe at The Actors Studio taken and signed by Roy Schatt.
Ciro’s was designed for dramatic entrances and exits because a long flight of stairs led down to the tables and dance floor. And at the top of the stairs—that’s where the stars stopped, to let everyone see them come in. It was all part of the game. Everyone would stare, and you knew you were making an Entrance.
I’d usually be dressed in something clingy, black or white, sometimes gold, occasionally red. I’d wear diamonds and a fur of some kind draped over one shoulder. Often white fur, my favorite. Maybe ermine or silver fox, the fashionable furs at that time. Or sable. I had beautiful sables. I’d have jewels in my hair, or flowers and every hair in place.
But talk about an Entrance! Hedy Lamarr holds the record for that. One Entrance she made at Ciro’s is a vision I’ll never forget.
Hedy was at the height of her beauty, with thick, wavy jet-black hair. With that stunning widow’s peak, her face was magnificent. We all looked up and there she was at the top of those stairs. She wore a cape of some kind up to her chin, and it swept down to the floor. I can’t even remember the color of the cape, because all i saw was that incredible face, that magnificent hair—and a huge diamond. The most fabulous solitaire diamond on her forehead, just at the tip of her widow’s peak. She was enough to make strong men faint.
How the hell did she keep that diamond on her forehead? Was it pasted on? You couldn’t tell. Later, Sidney Guilaroff told me that he had taken jet-black wire, very fine, and woven it into Hedy’s hair. He anchored it with a little spot of glue. But that diamond was absolutely real. It was breathtaking.
