Jean Cocteau sculpting his own head in wire 1925
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Jean Cocteau sculpting his own head in wire 1925
Fernande Léger, Ballet Mécanique (Mechanical Ballet), 1923–24, Film still with Kiki de Montparnasse
Claude Lovat Frazer Watercolour Illustration ‘Paris 1920.′
(Source: mutualart.com)
Here is the real, full-blooded apache girl, a dashing brunette with full red lips, and sinuous body which has never felt the restraint of a corset, dressed in a red jersey and short skirt, black silk stockings and shoes with outrageously high heels.
Netley Lucas, Criminal Paris, 1925, p 16
I found this quote in research for my dissertation and adore it. Too often writing this I see the big names of Mistinguett, Musidora and Clara Bow - this is what I want, the anonymous young women in cabarets who set the trends and made a difference even if their names aren’t remembered. (Plus, watching their dance moves makes them look like the first stuntwomen! Not to mention, they seem like they’d be the most fun to run around with in the city at night. OK, maybe I do enjoy Clara Bow's depiction…)
Andre L. Davin, Rudy with Kabar & Rene Clair in Paris 1925.
The famous Cafe Les Deux Magots in Paris, the literary scene of the 1920s and 30s
I wish someone would hurry tf up and invent the time machine so I could go vacation in 1920s' Paris
Ah, o charme da década de 1920. ♥ Oh the charm of the 1920s. ♥