we didn't need dialogue... we had FACES.

magical photographs by my latest ohheartbestillohheavenhelpme-love: Eugenio Recuenco

I find the above photographic narrative (because this really is a narrative -- a film in stills, if you will) nothing short of magical. While viewing it, you are transported backwards in time to the real Golden Age of Film, the silent era, the days when Hollywood(land) was where Koreatown is now (I would know, I live in an apartment that once belonged to Mary Pickford!), when Charles Chaplin had the power and clout that the entire Disney industry does now, when -- as Norma Desmond so eloquently put it in Sunset Boulevard -- actors "didn't need dialogue; we had FACES." While viewing the photographs, you're watching Buster Keaton with Theda Bara, Louise Brooks, and Clara Bow in turn. You're seeing overly-stylized sets, which create more of a picture book feel on film than a photographic one. And the fashion... oh the hair and clothing and painted-on makeup!! To die, to die, and wake in a dream where women once again walk around like works of art, and men stroll the streets looking dapper in suits and caps.

Well, on that note, I'm off to go day dream the day away ♥

xxo,

R. Coco