life:

A half-century ago, on a spring night in New York City, 35-year-old Marilyn Monroe — literally sewn into a sparkling, jaw-droppingly tight dress — stood in a spotlight on a dark stage. She took a breath, began to sing — and 15,000 men and women who filled the old Madison Square Garden that night knew, simply knew, that they were seeing and hearing something that they would never, ever forget.
The song, of course, was “Happy Birthday,” and Marilyn’s breathy, intimate rendition — sung, as if the two of them were utterly alone, to President John F. Kennedy — has been celebrated, analyzed and lovingly parodied countless times in the five decades since that indelible performance.
LIFE’s Bill Ray was there — and now, we present a set of unpublished from that unforgettable night.

life:

A half-century ago, on a spring night in New York City, 35-year-old Marilyn Monroe — literally sewn into a sparkling, jaw-droppingly tight dress — stood in a spotlight on a dark stage. She took a breath, began to sing — and 15,000 men and women who filled the old Madison Square Garden that night knew, simply knew, that they were seeing and hearing something that they would never, ever forget.

The song, of course, was “Happy Birthday,” and Marilyn’s breathy, intimate rendition — sung, as if the two of them were utterly alone, to President John F. Kennedy — has been celebrated, analyzed and lovingly parodied countless times in the five decades since that indelible performance.

LIFE’s Bill Ray was there — and now, we present a set of unpublished from that unforgettable night.


suicideblonde:

The Spice Girls at the 1997 Cannes Film Festival

suicideblonde:

The Spice Girls at the 1997 Cannes Film Festival


youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Queen and Prince Philip 60 years later

youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Queen and Prince Philip 60 years later


Story of a Five Year-Old Avenger, Meeting the Avengers

“Hi, Loki!” my wife said (100% sure she didn’t know Tom Hiddleston’s name). “Can my son get a picture with you?” she asked. “Can I put him on my shoulders?” Loki asks. “Um … okay?” is Jill’s response and hands Tom Hiddleston our son.  He hoists him up on to his shoulders (I should mention that this guy is like 8 feet tall), and my wife takes out her Blackberry, only to find that it’s on its last battery leg. Nonetheless she manages to get a couple of shots.  Hiddleston puts Edison down, shakes his hand and says goodbye…

… Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks.  Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.


hotandflustered:

Please stop, Mr Hiddleston I want to touch that tongue with my tongue

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jjabramsed:

Jessica Chastain ǀ Italian Vanity Fair

jjabramsed:

Jessica Chastain ǀ Italian Vanity Fair

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kindafabulous:

Every time I look at photos of Gisele Bundchen (and Tom Brady), two thoughts come to mind:
1. Total Supermodel Boss Bitch
2. Total TOP in her relationship

kindafabulous:

Every time I look at photos of Gisele Bundchen (and Tom Brady), two thoughts come to mind:

1. Total Supermodel Boss Bitch

2. Total TOP in her relationship


90s90s90s:

The origin of the Carlton Dance.

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