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Connie & Viola

I just really appreciate his hair in this pic

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#conrad veidt #viola veidt #the thief of bagdad #behind the scenes #my scans #now this is the one that i got truly excited about #had never seen before #but also #look at how he's linked her arm #<3 #viola's looking very stylish i have to say #owww transport me back

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#conrad veidt #viola veidt #the thief of bagdad #behind the scenes #my scans #meep #this makes me wonder how many other photos there are from this day #i actually asked the seller where they got access to the original negatives #awaiting reply #how i wonder what they were talking about here #and that velvet arm of his is magnificent

Connie reading with Viola, originally published in Die Dame, 1931.

#and finally untagged by yours truly!#conrad veidt #viola veidt #a beautiful little princess reading a fairytale #...with his daughter #honestly i will never be over the way he can sit in such a ladylike way #and so elegantly and so beautifully #of course he knew he was being photographed but #just the way he drapes himself on furniture is such an aesthetic pleasure #please tell me this isn't the erl-king thing #i'm still terrified at the very idea of that #also this can't be realistic considering everyone said he hammed outrageously #whenever he was reading her bedtime stories #IMAGINE the flailing and staring and lunging and blurging :')#edited to add that last photo of them with paper dolls bc of course i find it the moment i've posted the others #look at how enormously long his limbs are omg and how far away is his left arm from her?!?

Japanese magazine, the caption of which reads:

Veidt at home: Be it the gloominess of Caligari, the mystery of Der Januskopf, the groaning of Christian Wahnschaffe, the pathos of Künstlerlaunen, or the nerve of The Beloved Rogue. It is all the sickly pale, tormented existence of Conrad Veidt.

In this photo he has finally reunited with his family after being invited to Hollywood and moving to America. Under his wife's loving gaze, this is likely a portrait of a rare peaceful day for them.

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#conrad veidt #viola veidt #felicitas radke #japanese film magazine #my scans #very rough translation from a professional japanese translator dude in ireland of all places #this makes me wonder how much of his work the japanese - and asia in general - got to see

Conrad Veidt with his daughter, Viola, behind the scenes of The Thief of Bagdad at Denham Studios, London, 1939.

#conrad veidt #viola veidt #thief of bagdad #literally. LITERALLY the day i go on about connie being cuddly and inseparable with viola #and about proud jaffar in dad mode #these show up #i've never seen the first one nor have i seen the second one uncropped #aaaaaaaaaaaaaah #really horrible to think that this visit of hers to london that summer #was the last time they ever saw each other #she had to go to switzerland and then he went to the states to promote this film and contraband #and then everybody persuaded him to stay in the states (largely thanks to keep lily/her family safer)#*sigh*#i know he wanted to ship viola over and called her and wrote to her every day #and even as lily telegraphed viola the tragic news of his untimely death #she said that he must have died thinking of her--like he always did #brb going to go and cry now for a bit

During the period that the Veidt family was staying at the Golf Hotel in Beauvallon, there occurred one night the “incident of the dreaded bat.” It must have been about two o'clock in the morning. All the guests were in their rooms. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, pandemonium erupted. Bells were ringing; shouts were heard and bellboys ran through the hotel corridors. Upon being awakened by the noise, Viola came out of her room to see what was happening. There in the hallway she saw her respected and normally very dignified father, in his pajamas, holding a magazine over his head while he was running towards her. Over Herr Veidt’s head a small bat was fluttering wildly about. Veidt was excitedly screaming: “Get that thing away from me. It’s going to land on my hair. I’m starting a movie soon. They’ll have to shave me!” One would think that Dracula and his entire horde of vampires, wolves, and bats was after Conrad! Soon, however, Conrad ran into Viola’s room and closed the door hurriedly. The inoffensive little bat, probably as frightened by all the noise and commotion as Conrad was by it, was quickly ushered by the hotel staff out of the hotel in the same way it had apparently entered it–through an open window. Soon peace and serenity descended once more on the other guests of the hotel. Peace and serenity were not to be had just then by Conrad, however. As if that incident hadn’t been enough excitement and exasperation for one night, Conrad was involved in another problem immediately thereafter. I should mention that Viola’s governess, Fräulein Klein, was an attractive lady in her early thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes. I should also mention that the manager of the hotel, a Monsieur Romain, was a handsome Frenchman of the Charles Boyer type. Monsieur Romain had met the Veidt family on their arrival at the hotel on the first day. At that time he had noticed, and taken an immediate liking to, Viola’s governess, Fräulein Klein. On those frequent days when Viola was busy sightseeing and shopping and visiting the beach with her family, Fräulein Klein was free to date Mr. Romain and did so quite often. On the night of the bat invasion, Conrad ran out into the corridor and hurried to Viola’s room for refuge, slamming the door behind him. At this moment, as Conrad and Viola watched with open-mouthed surprise, out of Fräulein Klein’s bed came a very disheveled, very embarrassed, and partially clad pair: Fräulein Klein and Monsieur Romain! Herr Veidt lost his usual cool poise and angrily berated the two lovers. He told Fräulein Klein that she was fired and advised Monsieur Romain that he too would be punished. (Viola told me recently that these liaisons had probably been going on for almost a week but that she had never heard anything at night. Viola also told me that she has always been a deep sleeper!) Conrad preferred not to dwell on the subject of the bat at breakfast later that morning!

Conrad Veidt: From Caligari to Casablanca