fedward, tumbling

tbridge:

Why?! (Taken with Instagram at Schneiders of Capitol Hill)

To what, exactly, is “imitation” the modifier there?

tbridge:

Ed and I devouring steak bones. Photo by the inimitable Kate

Gratuitous Reblog of a Picture of Yourself Gnawing on a T-Bone Friday.

oldhollywood:

Humphrey Bogart in publicity still for Dead Reckoning (1947, dir. John Cromwell)

“Bogart did drink. ‘I think the whole world is three drinks behind,’ he used to say, ‘and it’s high time it caught up.’ On one occasion he and a friend bought two enormous stuffed panda bears and took them as their dates to El Morocco. They sat them in chairs at a table for four and when an ambitious young lady came over and touched Bogart’s bear, he shoved her away. ‘I’m a happily married man,’ he said, ‘and don’t touch my panda.’

The woman brought assault charges against him, and when asked if he was drunk at four o’clock in the morning, he replied, ‘Sure, isn’t everybody?’ (The judge ruled that since the panda was Bogart’s personal property, he could defend it.)”

-excerpted from Peter Bogdanovich’s Who the Hell’s In It

In a 1949 LA Times article about Pandagate, Bogart defended his drunken misbehavior on constitutional grounds: “So we get stiff once in a while. So we have a little fun. What’s wrong with that? This is a free country, isn’t it? I can take my panda any place I want to. And if I wanna buy it a drink, that’s my business.”

(TIME magazine’s original 1949 article about the incident can be read here)

I’m not sure which quotation I like more, the “three drinks behind” or the “don’t touch my panda.”

This was missing the “fosse” and “jazz hands” tags.

(Source: alwaysrisk-neverregret)

americandrink:

Prescription for Good Whiskey

“Sheriff Oswald, Leprington,
This is to certify that Mr. Joe Hinnant is ill and needs some good whiskey. Please send him the best you have.
Yours Truly,
A.L. Ballenger M.D.
11/1/28”

Turns out prescriptions for whiskey were fairly common during prohibition (ebay). Most of them were printed on federal forms but I like the light-hearted, personal tone of this one.

Via the incredible, interesting and booze-nerdy chanticleersociety.org

There are some samples of these in Daniel Okrent’s excellent history of prohibition, Last Call.

oldhollywood:

“To the question ‘Is cinema an art?’ my answer is, ‘What does it matter?’ You can make films or you can cultivate a garden. Both have as much claim to be called art as a poem by Verlaine or a painting by Delacroix. If your film or your garden is a good one it means that as a practitioner of cinema or gardening you are entitled to consider yourself an artist. The pastry-cook who makes a good cake is an artist. The ploughman with an old-fashioned plough creates a work of art when he ploughs a furrow. Art is not a calling in itself but the way in which one exercises a calling, and also the way in which one performs any human activity. I will give you my definition of art: art is ‘making’. The art of poetry is the art of making poetry. The art of love is the art of making love.

My father [painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir] never talked to me about art. He could not bear the word. If his children chose to go in for painting, acting or music, they were free to do so, but they must never be pushed. The urge to paint a picture must be so powerful that it could not be resisted. My father said of Mozart, whom he worshipped, ‘He wrote music because he could not prevent himself,’ to which he added, ‘It was like wanting to pee.’ He considered that the mode of expression was unimportant. If Mozart had not made music he would have written poems or planted gardens.”

-Jean Renoir, My Life And My Films (photo by Raymond Voinquel, 1931)

Reblogged in its entirety, because it is awesome.