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Audrey Hepburn in Paris, 1955
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Bill Holden is crowned as “Mr. Typical American of 1947″ by a group of John Robert Powers models at a cocktail party, January 30th, 1947, New York City.
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​William Holden
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Audrey Hepburn takes a bubble bath in Paris When It Sizzles, 1964.
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Audrey Hepburn on the set of “The Children’s Hour” in 1960.
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John Wayne, William Holden and Constance Towers on the set of “The Horse Soldiers”
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Audrey Hepburn, c.1954
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Audrey Hepburn as Sabrina Fairchild
William Holden as David Larrabee
Sabrina (1954)
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Audrey Hepburn by Cecil Beaton at his London house for Vogue’s October 1954 issue
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Do not ask me about his ankles. Or his spine. Do not ask me about his wrists or his ribs. I agonize over his mouth, but do not ask me about it. Do not ask me if he is a good kisser. Do not ask me how I am able to speak to him without kissing him. Do not ask me how I don’t come away from him with his mouth imprinted on me like ink. Do not ask me how I am not falling apart at the joints like wax from thinking about it. Do not ask me. Do not ask me about his mouth.
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