Lo! From Cousin It to It Girl.
Images from GOLD DIGGERS OF 1933.
Chiseling again! Over at The Chiseler, by the miracle of virtual teletype, you can read a new article, or, as ace editor Daniel Riccuito puts it, “seance”, on the subject of the divine Aline McMahon, a favourite and to my mind greatly underappreciated screen goddess of the quirky kind. I’m reasonably pleased with the piece, which emerged in a single session of rapturous transport, only I don’t think I did justice to the McMahon lips, impossibly long, slender yet elaborately flared labial extrusions from an alternate universe where kisses are measured in aeons.
