thisisnodream:

“These are the first pictures I’ve ever seen where my freckles show and I don’t mind.” - Joan Crawford to photographer Gene Lester, 1944.

stardustmelody:

Joan Crawford and Franchot Tone leaving a party, 1938

joancrawfish:

She was the perfect image of a movie star, and as such largely the creation of her own indomitable will. She had, of course, very remarkable material to work with: a quick native intelligence, tremendous animal vitality, a lovely figure, and above all her face, that extraordinary sculptural construction of lines and planes finely chiseled like the mask of some classical divinity from fifth-century Greece. It caught the light superbly. You could photograph her from any angle, and the face moved beautifully. But she was serious with it: serious about improving herself as an actress, serious about her total dedication to onscreen stardom.

-George Cukor

Happy Birthday Joan Crawford! (March 23, 1906 - May 10, 1977)

sourvix:

Joan Crawford in attendance at a game of Polo, 1938.

lucynic83:

250 Favorite Classic Films in no particular order
⇨ What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)
You mean all this time we could have been friends?

deforest:

nine favorite photos › Joan Crawford (part one) | requested by no one because i just wanted to do it 

nine favorite photo of Joan Crawford asked by joancrawfish

bellecs:

Joan Crawford, 1926

Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living. — F. Scott Fitzgerald

theclutteredclassicattic:

Joan Crawford