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nobeerreviews · 8 months

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Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

-- Elinor Glyn

(Cagliari, Italy)

#romance #golden light #golden evening #everyday life #travel photography #cagliari #italy #quote #elinor glyn

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catsofyore · 10 months

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Elinor Glyn, and I believe based on other photos I've found that the cats are named Candide and Zadig. 1931. Source.

#cat #cats #catsofyore #1930s #Elinor Glyn

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goryhorroor · 1 year

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babylon characters + real life influences

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gogmstuff · 29 days

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1908 Elinor Glyn by Harris & Ewing. From jssgallery.org 557X800.

#1908 fashion #1900s fashion #Belle Époque fashion #Edwardian fashion #Elinor Glyn #feathered hat #blouse #high neckline #bow #jacket #V neckline #fur jacket

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federer7 · 2 years

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Cecil Beaton as Elinor Glyn, 1930

Photo: George Hoyningen-Huene

#George Hoyningen-Huene #cecil beaton #elinor glyn #1930

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indiascarlettofficial · 7 months

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Clara Bow with Elinor Glyn, the author of the 'it girl'. The movie adaptation of the book made Clara famous and made her the first 'it girl'.

#1920s #vintage #vintage aesthetic #photo #vintage photos #clara bow #it #it girl #elinor Glyn #movie #old films #silent cinema #silent era #silent movies #silent film #the it girl #movie stars

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carbone14 · 9 months

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Elinor Glyn - 1920's

#et pendant ce temps-là #actrice #actress #actrice anglaise #english actress #écrivaine #novelist #scénariste #scriptwriter #elinor glyn #1920's

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maudeboggins · 2 years

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Elinor Glyn and her cats

by Paul Tanqueray vintage bromide print, 1931

#paul tanqueray #1930s #elinor glyn #cats #photography

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blocodeespantamentos · 1 year

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#female film pioneers #international women's day #alice guy-blaché #germaine dulac #lois weber #elinor glyn #mabel normand #june mathis #mary pickford #dorothy arzner #marion fairfax #frances marion #listverse #cinema #film

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cmonbartender · 4 months

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Elinor Glyn (1914) - Philip de László

#painting #philip de lászló #1910s #1914 #elinor glyn

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perfettamentechic · 7 months

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23 settembre … ricordiamo …

23 settembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Louise Fletcher, Estelle Louise Fletcher, attrice statunitense. È nota per aver interpretato l’infermiera Mildred Ratched nel film Qualcuno volò sul nido del cuculo e la Bajoriana Kai Winn nella serie televisiva Star Trek: Deep Space Nin. Attrice professionista dal 1958, iniziò la sua carriera in diverse serie televisive. La sua carriera ebbe una battuta d’arresto dopo il matrimonio con il…

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irenedavisbooks · 1 year

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I'm midway through INVENTING THE IT GIRL, a biography of Elinor Glyn from Hilary A Hallett and I definitely recommend it to anyone interested history of the romance genre. There's a lot about the double standards of sexuality in British Edwardian society, as well as acknowledgement of the anti-Semitism and Orientalism at play in views of sexuality. Everyone knows married women have affairs after producing heirs but god forbid you actually write novels acknowledging such. Especially novels in which married women undulate on tiger skin rugs in front of lover who are not their husbands, a scene which happens in Glyn's most well-known, and controversial, novel, THREE WEEKS.

THREE WEEKS was published in 1907, and is therefore in the public domain and not to hard to get a copy of, so I've started reading that as well. Here's the frontispiece showing the book's heroine in the 1907 American edition of the book.

#elinor glyn #it girl

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silentlondon · 2 years

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Le Giornate del Cinema Muto 2022: Pordenone Post No 8

So the 41st Giornate del Cinema Muto, and my personal 11th, draws to a close with two British silent films. What is that they say about saving the best for last? I was certainly in Italy this morning, with the Italian drama Profanazione (Eugenio Pergeo, 1924-6) – a tale of adultery, corruption, suspicious, lost pets and automobile accidents. This was spirited drama, if very heavy on the…

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#Alfred Hitchcock #British silent film #Elinor Glyn #featured #GCM41 #Giornate del Cinema Muto #Ivan Pravov #Laurel and Hardy #Olga Preobrazhenskaya #Pordenone Silent Film Festival #Ruritania #silent film #Stephen Horne #The Manxman

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incorrectlooneytunesquotes · 1 year

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Romance ees ze glamour wheech turns le dust of everyday life eento a golden haze.

Pepe le Pew

#Pepe Le Pew #source: elinor glyn

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the1920sinpictures · 1 month

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1920's Elinor Glyn and her cat. From gettyimages.

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tastefulsimp · 2 months

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A Quiet Evening

I’ve never written anything like this before, but I needed some writing practice, and I cannot get Hazbin Hotel out of my head. I wanted to explore his complexity and write something that aligned with his character, our oh-so-scary-and-charming peepaw.

I’ve heard that some ace folks have an interest in reading romance and spice as a way to access certain emotions. I relish the idea of Alastor enjoying a romance novel from time to time. (and yes, the quotes from the book are really in the book) female reader | not spicy | tension

— Prologue

In life, Alastor always loved a good book. John Steinbeck, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and H.P. Lovecraft were among his favorites. But, the radio demon had a soft spot for a the author Elinor Glyn. While he was out running some errands this morning, he spotted a copy of "It" and Other Stories in the window of a book shop.

It had been so long since he enjoyed a good book. Most of the hotel crew would be out with the provocative one and his explosive friend tonight anyway. A quiet evening accompanied by a good book did sound quite lovely.

Once he finished his hotelier duties, he asked poured himself a glass of Sazerac, tuned the lobby radio to some jazz and swing at a low volume, and settled into the sofa.

He forgot how much he enjoyed a good read. In fact, the film adaptation of “It” was one of the only films he had seen while he was alive. Mimzy dragged him along to a showing one evening. In truth, he never cared much for the medium, but the story was entertaining at least. And, anything is enjoyable in good company.

“I should lend this to Rosie” he thought as he crept through pages of the novel, “she would enjoy this character’s— what does she call it? Ah, yes.. moxie.”

— Part 1

Emerging from your bedroom, you’re confused to find silence in the hotel. Your lively group of sinners must have left for the club already. Feeling a bit relieved, that you’re no longer required to socialize, you make for your bedroom once again. The faintest sound of music hits your ears just before you cross the doorway.

When you became a guest after the last Extermination Day, no one knew what to expect. Charlie was elated to have two fresh faces join the crew. But, after your counterpart bailed in the first week, you were the only remaining new guest.

As you approach the end of the hallway, the sound of swing music is grows louder with each step. Quietly descending the stairs into the lobby, you’re surprised to see Alastor relaxing on the sofa, reading a book in the dimly lit room.

You couldn’t help but be curious about Alastor. You knew the stories of the Radio Demon, and you saw the broadcast of their fight with Heaven. He was scary, sinister, and powerful… yet he had been nothing but kind to you so far.

Quietly approaching the lobby sofa, Alastor doesn’t seem to notice your presence. You peek over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what title has him so invested. Your eyes catch on the sentence: “John was aware of the sex magnetism in her. He instantly wanted to kiss those cherry lips…”

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized, Alastor was reading romance..? There’s no way. Peeking again, you scan the page, your eyes landing on the words “analyzed, dissected, and stripped her.”

Yep. That’s a romance novel.

Alastor cleared his throat and stretched his collar just a bit. You watched, bewildered as he turned his head toward you with a smirk. “You’re not a very good spy, you know” Alastor quipped.

“I’m sorry,” You replied sheepishly. “I didn’t realize anyone else was still here.”

“I thought the very same.” He said, eyes returning to his book. You crossed over to the arm chair across from him and took a seat.

“Not up for a night on the town, my dear?” he said casually, glancing at you over the top of his book. He had traded his monocle for a pair of reading glasses, he was wearing a tied red silk house coat over his white button up, and some loafers. He looked so relaxed, you thought.

“Not really my thing, honestly.” you say, your eyes never meeting his, “It’s loud, it smells, and I can get a better buzz here anyway.” He lowers the book slightly to reveal his signature smile.

“Hm. I often wonder how you ended up down here, Miss ___,” Alastor jokes. You laugh, “My ticket to hell may have been coated in blood, but those petty sins have never been my style,” you reply smirking at him.

“What are you reading?” you ask, crossing one leg over the other in your seat. His eyes trace over your outstretched leg, before meeting yours once again. “Elinor Glyn. A novel called, It” he replied in a dry tone.

“What’s it about?” you asked, thumbing through the redemption lesson plans that were strewn across the end table next to you. His eye twitches. He let out a big sigh, “I was rather enjoying my solitude.” He shifts in his seat a bit.

“Is that all you were enjoying, Alastor?” you teased.

“I suppose I was enjoying the music as well, my dear” he replied, meeting your eyes over the top of his book once again.

“Oh, yes it’s lovely. But, I figured you were enjoying her cherry lips, or maybe her… sex magnetism.” You smirked at him. Annoyance washed over Alastor’s face as his eyes shifted back to his book, and closing it sharply.

“Ah, so you were spying on me.” He places the book down on the couch and rises to his feet. He grabs his glass of Sazerac and slowly starting toward you, static rising in his voice. “Perhaps it’s time you learn your place, Miss ___”

Panic floods your body as the Radio Demon approaches you, static in the air growing stronger. His pupils turn into black dials and he emits a glowing green aura. He could kill you right now.

You uncross your legs, and shift nervously, backing up slightly into your chair as he steps closer, and closer. Despite your fear, a depraved thought crossed your mind. This was kind of hot. NO! It’s not the time for that.

His faces is inches away from yours now, you can feel his breathing, and he can certainly feel your hitched breaths, but you never break the gaze you both hold. Within a millisecond its over. His eyes return to their normal round saucers, and the static dissipates from the air. “Do you understand, my dear?” he asks in a low voice.

His eyes stay locked on yours as he speaks, making your body tense. Are you seriously turned on by this situation?? This close to him, you realize he’s wearing a woody, citrus scent, and it smells incredible. You feel your face begin to grow hot, as a blush reaches your cheeks.

“Yes, sir.” you respond feigning innocence, giving him your best doe eyes.

“Good girl.” he pats your head then turns around to grab his book. “That was a lovely chat, Miss ____.” he says turning slightly to smirk at you, “sleep well.”

Another depraved thought crossed your mind, and this time you headed straight for the bar.

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x y/n #alastor imagine #alastor hazbin hotel

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