I'm Steffi, 20 years old, from Germany, living in NYC as an au pair, currently obsessing over Sutton Foster + Anything Goes. Judy Garland and Rita Hayworth are my queens. I love a lot of other people too, so be prepared :).
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I know a lot of people really disliked this scene, but I loved it!
(Source: faberry)
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Judy Garland “The Judy Garland Show”
(Source: headmistressmcgonagall)
Dearest Angel Girl:
I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it.
Your boy,
Orson
Excerpt from a love letter written by Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth.
Rita was born on October 17th, 1918 and died May 14th, 1987.
A restaurant in Provence, France.
My dashboard needed som Livvie love so here she is chillin’ in her heals after playing table tennis in her bathing suit, or something like that, you know just like we all do one time or another during the week.
yeah I always do that on Sundays..;)
(Source: letsaskforthemoon)
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3) Judy Garland songs from a movie | “Swing, Mr. Mendelssohn”, Everybody Sing
Ra-da-da-da
Da-radada, da-radada
De-hey-dee-hey, de-ho-dee-ho
Dee-ho-dee oh
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she’s sososososo adorable!! :D
“You’re on, Baby.”
“As Ethel had rehearsed her, she was to bounce on stage carrying a little dinner bell, make a deep bow, and go into her song, ringing the bell at appropriate moments: “Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle [sound of bells] all the way…”
Baby carried out her constructions like a professional. She marched out, showing not the least sign of shyness at the audience’s gasp of surprise, laughter, then applause, planted herself in the center of the stage and began to sing on the right note, in perfect pitch, and keeping perfect time.
She finished and made her bow to rousing applause. As it died down, Ethel beamed up at her. “Get off, Baby, you’re through.” Baby shook her head. “I wanna sing some more,” she announced, and started the chorus all over again. Ethel began to choke with laughter, but played the accompaniment. From the wings Frank’s stage whisper was unmistakable. “Baby, come off - come off!” Behind their father Janey and Jimmy were beckoning frantically to her. But Baby would hear and see nothing. When the applause rose even louder after the second chorus, she bowed and promptly went into her third; and once more Ethel, all but helpless in the pit, had to hurry up on the piano to catch up with her. There was no stopping Baby; now she was in her fourth chorus, singing and ringing her bell; for the first time she had come under the spell of the lights, the music, the applause, and after the fifth chorus Frank Gumm strode out onstage to waves of laughter, picked up his little daughter, threw her over his shoulder and carried her off still energetically ringing the bell at the audience and singing to them over his shoulder until they both vanished into the wings. And then the audience heard the bell backstage.
Now they were three.”
Gerold Frank, “Judy”
