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For some reason, and I have no idea why, but for some infathomable reason I expected to see Shirley Temple in that picture. A kid Shirley Temple, not even a Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer Shirley Temple. Picture little Shirley Temple in a smoke filled room playing poker with Sinatra and pals, talking like a grizzled card shark. “I’m called the virgin because when I play all the rest of the chumps get screwed.”
Dude – I am guffawing. Seriously. Now I can’t get that picture out of my mind.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You know, I think Dean in his prime could give us a fantastic version of Twilight, fwiw.
I totally dig the wood panelling and the albums in the corner. Is Dino holding a golf club there?
PS – young Shirley Maclain – ga-ROWLLL.
you’re right. i love her look. i love his look. i can hear her laughing from a still photograph. whoever captured that deserves an award of some kind.
she looks like she’s about 3 seconds from falling over into a pile of laughing. So great. Love that. :)
How easy it is to forget what a hottie young Ms. McClaine was. Dang.
Amazing picture.
Totally random:
Those sexy shoulder cutouts
The way the dress is falling off her shoulder
The eclectic jewelry
Her fingers, so long and pretty and graceful
Those wrinkles across her nose — I can’t stop looking at them
And that twinkle in his eye — he’s utterly present in that moment
red, your Dino obsession is the first thing that brought me out of the funk where I have literally listened to nothing except Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd since Syd died.
I put on some greatest hits Dino compilation on cassette I have tonight – gotta get more of his stuff – but anyway, on to the story of how I came to own it. My 300 pound black neighbor dude came over one night and said he’d recently come into possession of a bunch of tapes and wanted to know if I fancied taking a look through them to see if there was anything I wanted. I scored big time that night. They were only cassettes, but he had some great stuff. Mario Lanza, Bing Crosby, Dino, etc. I don’t EVEN want to know how he came about them. Anyway, when he first told me about the tapes, I asked what he had. His answer? “I don’t know. White shit.”
Oh man, what a great picture. What a beautiful moment!
White shit. Oh my God, that is so so hilarious.