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Marcello Mastroianni in New York, 1962, photographed by Steve Schapiro

nprfreshair:

Dustin Hoffman with director, Bob Fosse in Miami (1981).

Photograph by Steve Schapiro

caramichele:

Ian McKellen by Malcolm Crowthers
C-type colour print, 1988 

Brad Pitt (series) by Steven Klein for Interview

Sigourney Weaver by Firooz Zahedi

Happy 100th, handsome.

Would you have me false to my nature? Rather say I play the man I am.

Ralph Fiennes by Firooz Zahedi

Instead, his energies went into student drama, and after university he headed off to Lamda. How did his parents feel about this? “Well, when you’re the youngest of five, parents kind of lose interest more and more through the children. I think my eldest brother was under loads of pressure to do something amazing with his life, but by the time I came around they were like, ‘Well, let’s hope he doesn’t kill a guy.’

Robert Downey Jr and friend in May’s Esquire

Happy 123rd, Charlie!

[from left: Douglas Fairbanks, Chaplin, Thomas Edison (!), Mary Pickford]

oldhollywood:

“My trouble is that I try to cover a part entirely. When you do there’s the danger that the patron will leave the theatre feeling that you are so perfectly suited to the character he has just seen that he can’t imagine you in any other part.

…Mothers with children ran from me in the street. Terrible letters came to me. Letters came from strange people; people who I never believed lived in the world; depraved and disturbed minds, thinking they saw in me the perfect companion, a fellow psychopathic. A success can be too great, I tell you.”

-Peter Lorre, on his role in 1931’s M

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Even when geared up as Magneto, Fassbender is so handsome that it’s almost tacky. - GQ

Benicio Del Toro is a big man, more than two metres tall and suitably hefty. It’s not until you look into his face that you get the full impact of his physical legacy. He looks like an angel. Unfathomably, ethereally, androgynously beautiful. A dark Lucifer, with wild black hair that seems to hold a lot of pale dust; soft, feminine lips and lidless eyes with irises the colour of mother-of-pearl. You expect him to tell you to fear not, and in a way he does. He keeps very quiet, lets you get used to it.