late 50s-mid 60s advertising, ephemera, music, and charm.

Today is the anniversary of Bobby Darin’s birth. I still ache for him. 

And I ache for this song, because there is no one version that completely satisfies me, yet it’s such a great song. I’d give a lot to hear Bobby Darin sing the Michael Bublé arrangement of it. That might be perfect. This is interesting, in a way, because it’s just the 1961 recording extended to double its length. I’m still mulling over whether that’s a good thing. But he did sing it well.

It’s true what the guy interrupts to say in the middle of it. Dean is who you watch. 

This is short; there’s over a minute of credits at the end. 

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My boyfriend Bill was born this day, April 17, 1918. Here’s the magazine page featuring this photograph.

My boyfriend Bill was born this day, April 17, 1918. Here’s the magazine page featuring this photograph.

I am remembering the serial “Annette,” which I loved when Mickey Mouse Club reaired when I was a child. 

Later, when I invented my New Jersey town that I write stories about, I created a character called Ann who was based on her, about the same age, and also living with MS. But after awhile I changed it to lupus, because I wanted her to keep on living pretty well past the point I knew she’d be able to with MS. 

Good night, sweet lady. 

I am remembering the serial “Annette,” which I loved when Mickey Mouse Club reaired when I was a child. 
Later, when I invented my New Jersey town that I write stories about, I created a character called Ann who was based on her, about the same age, and also living with MS. But after awhile I changed it to lupus, because I wanted her to keep on living pretty well past the point I knew she’d be able to with MS. 
Good night, sweet lady. 

theswinginsixties:

Tom Jones in action.

I’m going to state frankly that I find Tom Jones more attractive a bit later than this, after he had some things done to his profile and eyes. But you can’t tell either way in this photo, and I just think it’s cool.
If I had to guess, I’d say this is from 1965, when “It’s Not Unusual” hit big. But I’m not an expert. :-)

theswinginsixties:

Tom Jones in action.

I’m going to state frankly that I find Tom Jones more attractive a bit later than this, after he had some things done to his profile and eyes. But you can’t tell either way in this photo, and I just think it’s cool.

If I had to guess, I’d say this is from 1965, when “It’s Not Unusual” hit big. But I’m not an expert. :-)

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gunsandposes:


Michael Caine as Cold War spook Harry Palmer in a promo still for The Ipcress File (1965)

gunsandposes:

Michael Caine as Cold War spook Harry Palmer in a promo still for The Ipcress File (1965)

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life:

Happy 80th, Michael Caine!
LIFE celebrates the man’s career with a series of previously unpublished photos from 1966, made by LIFE’s Bill Ray. Ray remembers that Caine “seemed to be a magnet, without ever lifting a finger. And that was another part of the laid-back thing. He seemed to have perfected a way to make things look easy, and so things became easy. See the photos here.
Pictured: Michael Caine lifts girlfriend Natalie Wood off the ground, 1966.
(Bill Ray—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

That’s sprezzatura. I dig it.

life:

Happy 80th, Michael Caine!

LIFE celebrates the man’s career with a series of previously unpublished photos from 1966, made by LIFE’s Bill Ray. Ray remembers that Caine “seemed to be a magnet, without ever lifting a finger. And that was another part of the laid-back thing. He seemed to have perfected a way to make things look easy, and so things became easy. See the photos here.

Pictured: Michael Caine lifts girlfriend Natalie Wood off the ground, 1966.

(Bill Ray—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

That’s sprezzatura. I dig it.

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Jack Lemmon photographed by Ronald Dumont, 1956.

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Oh, Roger Miller. You were the perfect cock rooster.

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theswinginsixties:

Fashions by Ship ‘n Shore, May 1965.

theswinginsixties:

Fashions by Ship ‘n Shore, May 1965.

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retrogasm:

Maggie Smith… long before Harry Potter

This is a little intriguing because I hadn’t given any thought to the idea that Professor McGonagall would be her defining role for anyone! How fun.
Maggie Smith’s film career has spanned my entire lifetime. I’ve seen her in a few earlier things, but remember her first from Murder By Death, the mystery novel parody in 1976. Then she was in a couple of actual Agatha Christie adaptations, and California Suite, which I felt very grownup about enjoying. 
Other films I’ve enjoyed her in are A Room With A View, The Secret Garden, Richard III, Gosford Park (one of my top favorite films ever,) Tea With Mussolini, Ladies in Lavender,  and then of course most recently in The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, Quartet, and Downton Abbey, and in all these latter roles she’s sort of the same person, but oh, such a person! That’s working from memory; there are probably a few others, but the real point is, if you haven’t seen The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, go, do. It’s embraceable. 
The Honey Pot, rather less so, but good for a sick day laugh. 

retrogasm:

Maggie Smith… long before Harry Potter

This is a little intriguing because I hadn’t given any thought to the idea that Professor McGonagall would be her defining role for anyone! How fun.

Maggie Smith’s film career has spanned my entire lifetime. I’ve seen her in a few earlier things, but remember her first from Murder By Death, the mystery novel parody in 1976. Then she was in a couple of actual Agatha Christie adaptations, and California Suite, which I felt very grownup about enjoying. 

Other films I’ve enjoyed her in are A Room With A View, The Secret Garden, Richard III, Gosford Park (one of my top favorite films ever,) Tea With Mussolini, Ladies in Lavender,  and then of course most recently in The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, Quartet, and Downton Abbey, and in all these latter roles she’s sort of the same person, but oh, such a person! That’s working from memory; there are probably a few others, but the real point is, if you haven’t seen The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, go, do. It’s embraceable. 

The Honey Pot, rather less so, but good for a sick day laugh. 

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