Friday Photos: True Hollywood Confessions January 18, 2019 by Robert J. Avrech 10 Comments “Flops are a part of life’s menu and I’ve never been a girl to miss out on any of the courses.”—Rosalind Russell Longaberger Headquarters, Frazeysburg, Ohio. “The Longaberger Company was an American manufacturer and distributor of handcrafted maple wood baskets and other home and lifestyle products. The old Longaberger corporate headquarters on State Route 16 is a local landmark and a well-known example of novelty architecture.” Wikipedia Gordon ParksModel wearing nursemaid’s kerchief by Lilly Dache, 1952 Martenero is a New York based micro brand with a keen sense of design. Their watches are powered by the Miyota 8245, a Japanese automatic movement that is robust and reliable. I particularly admire the Edgemere Reserve. It has several complications: a 40 hour power reserve, 24-hour time subdial, and a nicely positioned date window. The price is $550. More about the company and their products here. Hedy Lamarr, 1940s Sculpted in steel, the Art Deco 1938 Peugeot 402 Darl’mat Roadster Richard AvedonRonald Reagan, former Governor, California, Orlando, Florida, March 4, 1976 William Merritt Chase (American, Williamsburg, Indiana 1849–1916 New York)“Seventeenth Century Lady”ca. 1895Oil on canvas36 1/2 x 23 3/4in. (92.7 x 60.3cm) “I had no particular desire to be a personality like my father, nor was I equipped to be one. I was determined to be my own man, although having the Fairbanks name did make it easier to get into an office to see someone.”—Douglas Fairbanks Jr. Gene DavisAmerican, 1920 – 1985untitled, 1967magna on canvas98 x 91 3/4 inches Harry CallahanChicago, ca.1950 Alma Thomas“The Eclipse”1970Acrylic on canvas62 x 49 3/4 in. (57.5 x 126.5 cm.)Smithsonian American Art Museum Ida Lupino in On Dangerous Ground, 1951Screenplay by A. I. Bezzerides, Nicholas RayBased on the novel Mad with Much Heart by Gerald Butler Dovima models a Lily Daché hat and a jeweled brooch by Verdura in a 1950 photo by Erwin Blumenfeld.Dovima was born Dorothy Virginia Margaret Juba in Queens, New York. She took her name from the first two letters of each of her birth names: Do – vi – ma. Frederick SommerLivia, 1948 Polish poster for Day of the Jackal, 1975Designer: Eryk Lipinski “I’ve always done what I wanted to do, and it’s turned out all right in the end.”—Miriam Hopkins Jan Gossaert (1478–1532) “A Young Princess”Possibly Dorothea of Denmarkcirca 1520s-1530soil on woodHeight: 38 cm (14.9 ″); Width: 29 cm (11.4 ″) Roman VishniacRoman Vishniac’s daughter, Mara, posing in front of a shop specializing in instruments that measure the difference in size between Aryan and non-Aryan skulls, Berlin, 1933 Théodore Chassériau (French, Le Limon, Saint-Domingue, West Indies 1819–1856 Paris)“Jewish Woman of Algiers Seated on Ground”ca. 1846Watercolor over graphite on wove paper (trimmed and laid down on blue wove paper)Sheet: 11 3/4 x 9 1/8 in. (29.8 x 23.2cm) Nina LeenA young girl trying to determine which lipstick color will look right with her complexion, 1945 Robert J. Avrech“Spiritual Healer”Robertson Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA. January ’19 Yousuf Karsh, Winston Churchill, 1941My portrait of Winston Churchill changed my life. I knew after I had taken it that it was an important picture, but I could hardly have dreamed that it would become one of the most widely reproduced images in the history of photography. In 1941, Churchill visited first Washington and then Ottawa. The Prime Minister, Mackenzie King, invited me to be present. After the electrifying speech, I waited in the Speaker’s Chamber where, the evening before, I had set up my lights and camera. The Prime Minister, arm-in-arm with Churchill and followed by his entourage, started to lead him into the room. I switched on my floodlights; a surprised Churchill growled, “What’s this, what’s this?” No one had the courage to explain. I timorously stepped forward and said, “Sir, I hope I will be fortunate enough to make a portrait worthy of this historic occasion.” He glanced at me and demanded, “Why was I not told?” When his entourage began to laugh, this hardly helped matters for me. Churchill lit a fresh cigar, puffed at it with a mischievous air, and then magnanimously relented. “You may take one.” Churchill’s cigar was ever present. I held out an ashtray, but he would not dispose of it. I went back to my camera and made sure that everything was all right technically. I waited; he continued to chomp vigorously at his cigar. I waited. Then I stepped toward him and, without premeditation, but ever so respectfully, I said, “Forgive me, sir,” and plucked the cigar out of his mouth. By the time I got back to my camera, he looked so belligerent he could have devoured me. It was at that instant that I took the photograph. Maayan Ariel and Lielle Meital wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and inspirational Shabbat.