Motion Picture Magazine, August 1931.
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Motion Picture Magazine, August 1931.
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Arline Judge, Roberta Gale, and Mary Kornman in Are These Our Children (1931)
THESE GLASSES ARE WOW WITH ALL CAPS!
I love these sunglasses so much I ordered them twice--they're the most UV-blocking I've ever had, and they're dark--a real plus in the searing desert sun. The brand is WOW, which is a typical name that overseas Amazon sellers think people in the US love, because who couldn't love something that's WOW IN ALL CAPS! Also, as I found out later, it's close to WOOW, a brand I never heard of but is expensive and made in Italy, which of course both equal beyond amazing but then again so is Italian bread except that it's cheap.
So the WOWS fit great, just like the last pair, and they made me look so much cooler than I do in my non-sunglasses mode, but when I put them down, one side flopped on one side which WOW REALLY DROVE ME NUTS. Maybe because I'm a perfectionist or OCD or a Virgo but WOW DO I LIKE THINGS TO BE SYMMETRICAL.
I mean so symmetrical that it obscures common sense like that time I jammed a Q-Tip deep into my right ear just so that it would match the length it went into my left ear only I ended up in a lot of pain and found out later that my right ear canal is smaller than then my left so I was trying to perform the impossible.
Maybe another person would just say hell with it and wear the glasses as they were; their function wasn't compromised and they do what they're supposed to do, but not me. It's my raison d'etre to make sure everything is right in my world because I must control every little thing, it makes me feel safe and I think it will reduce my anxiety and and if I don't I'll go crazy and all the other reasons I learned in decades of dealing with mental health professionals but won't post here because you can just do a Google search for any of this stuff on your own.
So i wrote the company and they asked me to send a picture of the defective glasses and then sent me a new pair. Which was really swell of them but they were sort of tight at the temples but an optician once told me I have sensitive temples but I'm not alone which only marginally made me feel better because I thought, "Shit! One more thing I have that I don't need!" So "sensitive temples" will one day not end up on my resume, because I'm too old for that, but more likely my obit. "Sensitive-templed, anxiety-ridden control freak with OCD, who self-identifies as funny, died today from wearing too-tight glasses." A relative commented, "I told her to take them off, but she said they were fine because one side didn't flop over." Her last word was reported to be "WOW."
Roberta Gale
Nudes & Noises
I resolve to stop searching for a resolution while keeping revolution and evolution alive.
If our calendar had 24 months, we'd only be in mid-year, so the date doesn't matter, but the movement forward does.
The day I had to put my Arby to sleep. In detail. Not for those who prefer to believe that pleasure can exist without pain, that light can exist without dark and love can exist without death. This is part six. To listen to the entire series, https://soundcloud.com/robertagale/sets/the-arby-chronicles-love-and
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