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possible-streetwear · 7 months

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detroitlib · 2 months

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Portrait of singer Nina Simone. Stamped on back: "Publications of this photograph must include by-line Gerald Simmons/Ulozi Photographics." Handwritten on back: "Nina Simone, 7-69."

E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library

#nina simone #music #singer #musician #gerald simmons #ulozi #1969 #vintage music #detroit public library

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artfilmaesthetics · 2 months

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pattie boyd & george harrison, 1966 🪽

#pattie boyd #george harrison #film #film aesthetic #vintage music #vintage #retro music #retro #the beatles #it girl #it girls #1960s style #1960s

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stone-cold-groove · 2 months

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Capitol Records promo ad for The Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour album - 1967.

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itszonez · 9 months

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DOROTHY DANDRIDGE - Cow Cow Boogie (1942)

#dorothy dandridge #my upload #1940s #vintage hollywood #vintage music #40s #pochollywood #musicedit #dailywomen #vintage

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thegroovywitch · 2 months

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Michael Jackson, Bette Midler, Cher and Georganne LaPiere (Cher’s sister) backstage at the Los Angeles Forum during David Bowie’s Serious Moonlight Tour, August 1983.

#michael jackson #bette midler #cher #1980s #eighties #david bowie #vintage #classic rock #music #vintage music #by dee dee

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sopiao · 9 months

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Price teaching his civilian!wife!reader how to slow dance for a wedding their attending.

He’d be so patient with you. Always being so understanding and sweetly corrective whenever you mess up or accidentally step on his foot.

“Ugh! This is too hard” You sigh, groaning out of frustration when you mess up again. Covering your eyes with your hands, face growing red from embarrassment and irritation. Your husband chuckled, wrapping his arms around you from behind, trying to comfort his wife.

“Do we have to dance?” You rest the back of your head on top of his chest and looked up at him. He just came back from work so he was still in his work clothes, black slacks, navy button up with the first few buttons popped open, and the sleeves rolled up, despite it being rather late.

“Of course, we do, Love. It’s my sister’s wedding. She said all of the couples have to dance” Price smiled down at you. As much as he didn’t wanna dance either, it was his sister’s wedding, doing as she requested was the last he could do.

“One last try?” He asked, an idea popping in his head. Something new and a better method to try and teach his little wife. You sigh and turn around to face him, as he uses the TV remote to unpause the music.

John didn’t wanna overwhelm his wife too much, already being uneasy with the thought of having to dance, so he put on a slow song that they both enjoyed. That’s Life by Frank Sinatra. It resonated through the living room in a calming way, fitting perfectly with the low lights and crackling warm fire in the fireplace.

“Last time” You hum, your husband holding you close once again. Already exhausted but willing to try one last time for him. Price lovingly holds your hand in his, he rests his large, scared, hand on your waist. As you rest your other hand on his chest.

As Frank Sinatra’s smooth singing voice rings and fills the house you can’t help the soft smile you have for your husband. He’s been so patient with you and always calms you down and reassures you with every mistake you make. He looks so handsome even when his work clothes is messy and his hair is now relaxed with a couple strands fallen on his face.

“How ‘bout we try something different?” John asks, the warm light of the fire on his face makes him even more dreamy to you. You hum in response, slightly raising your eyebrows in curiosity.

“Stand on my feet. It’ll help you get more familiar with it” He proposed, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s what little girls do with their dads”

“Just do it” You sigh sharply. Might as well give it a try. Price is still in his leather work shoes. You stand on his feet with mismatched socks, feeling embarrassed with how inexperienced you are in dancing, you’re not that worried whether your weight is too much for him since your husband is more than capable.

He takes the lead swaying the two of you side to side, and every so often taking little spins and turns. At this point your not even paying attention to anything but your husband. It feels so surreal and lucid to be living this kind of life.

A sweet and caring husband, who comes home to you in a large and old school house. Dancing with him in your living room, soft vintage music playing in the background, the soft, warm blaze of the fireplace keeping the two of you warm from the soft falling snow outside of the window.

“Y’know we can just do this instead of actually dancing?” John spoke up, pulling you from your zoned out headspace, making you snap back to attention.

“Yeah, right” You roll your eyes once again, hating the fact that you don’t really know how to slow dance. It added more to the insecurity that your younger than him. You knew it’d create more jabs and jokes about them being father and daughter instead of husband and wife.

It wasn’t that big of an age gap, probably 6-7 years, maybe it was kinda big but not that crazy kind. Many didn’t approve of this relationship, all but your side of the family, they always made passive comments and jokes about you. Something that never shot you down, no matter what they said or whispered it didn’t matter ever get to you, and if it did, you had Price to comfort you.

In the end you did end up standing on his feet for the dance. It did make you feel embarrassed, but your husbands warm smile of adoration towards you made you forget about it. When you looked up at him, seeing that same soft and welcoming grin, it made you relax and completely forget about everything, brining you back to the late night dance practice he gave you, only to end up standing on his expensive leather dress shoes. Resting your head on his chest, staring at the beautiful and graceful decorations and scenery of your sister-in-laws wedding.

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theamandacollection67 · 1 month

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Sheet Music 1919 by Irving Berlin

#year: 1919 #circa 1919 #1910s #decade: 1910s #irving berlin #vintage sheet music #old sheet music #sheet music cover #sheet music #sheet music art #vintage music #yesterdays #the past #memory lane #days gone by

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cyclesofmystery · 1 month

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I’ve heard of one man bands, but this is ridiculous… if there are two things I love, it’s old band photos and silent comedians, so undoubtedly this one is a home-run. Buster Keaton, circa 1930. That’s my best guess based on the presence of a Cliff Edwards Tenortrope (if I’m not mistaken, Dobro started making those in 1930)- a particularly cool detail. A pal of mine out in New Orleans has got one- as a Cliff Edwards fanatic, I’d kill to get my mitts on one.