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Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall


scribbledigooks:

Some sketches - Classic film duo, Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall
I was going to make these earlier but my computer kept crashing because of the summer heat x-x;; But anyways, I feel like i didn’t really capture their likeness (same goes for my previous drawings :z)… it’s always the toughest part to do.

barfouniverse said: I have been a Bogie fan for 40 years....I have visited his grave, spoke with his son, seen his homes and thought I had seen most of the photos taken of him and Betty. Your tumblr has loads of photos that I have never seen. Thanks for your posts.

Wow, I’m glad to share these photos with you :)

#ask  #barfouniverse

the-dark-city:

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall with son Stephen and daughter Leslie - c. 1950s

Stephen was named after Bogart’s character in “To Have And Have Not” (1944) and Leslie was named for actor Leslie Howard, who got Bogart his big break in “The Petrified Forest” (1936).

Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall act as best man & matron of honour for Bogart’s friend, Universal studio’s head of publicity, Jack Diamond and his wife, 1946

Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart in The Big Sleep (1946)

deforest:

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall at home with son Stephen. Photo by Sid Avery, 1952.

bettybacallbeauty:

November 29, 1947: Protesting the methods of the House Un-American Activities Committee, Hollywood stars arrive on TWA Constellation at LaGuardia Field from Washington. 

On the set of Key Largo (1948)

When I was a little girl I read fairy tales. I dreamed of being Cinderella. I grew up imagining—fantasizing— with an obviously tremendous need to love and be loved, to be carried off to a dream house by a dream prince. I was a full-blown romantic. I think I dreamed those dreams, was transported to those places, because I had grown up in a loving but exclusively female household where there were no man-woman relationships to emulate. I didn’t know what romantic love was all about. But I wanted it— oh, how i wanted it! Imagine what I felt when my prince did arrive! There couldn’t have been a more romantic time than Bogie’s courtship of me and our first three and a half years together. Gradually I learned how to live with a man— what it meant to share your life. With a nonexistent father in my background, I didn’t know that I could ever trust a man. Of course, I learned quickly that I could trust Bogie; then, painfully, that I could not trust some who followed him. I marvel at the fact that I still believe there might have been a man I can trust again. I don’t mean physically, though that counts for a great deal. Womanizing, being predictably one who is unable to build a relationship with one woman and make it stick. To trust your partner, to nourish the partnership— care and feeding being of prime importance. I learned early on the value of a phone call: keeping it alive, keeping it fun. I’ll never forget the excitement I felt when I heard the key turn in the lock of the front door; or when the call came at the expected hour; when the kiss became an enveloping desire. Those feelings— the catching of breath— I refuse to believe will never come again. And the greatest gift is the sharing of laughter. I cannot fathom a life without laughter. All my life I have had, with a bow to Noel Coward, a talent to amuse. My consistent gift has been to make men laugh. That might not be such a good or deliberate quality— to the men, that is. But to me, to be in love with a man and to share laughter is the best possible combination of emotions. For me ideal, for me necessary.

I met Humphrey Bogart when I was nineteen years old. I married him when I was twenty, and that marriage lasted for eleven and a half years. So for twelve and a half years he was, among many other things, my teacher. He taught me his philosophy of life. He taught me the rules of the Hollywood game. He taught me the usage and abusage of actors, called stars by the press, which couldn’t  have cared less what happened to any of us. It was a good copy, true or not, that mattered most. We were expendable— he taught me that too. He taught me about standards and the price one must pay to keep those standards high. He taught me about value of work and the importance of truth and character. Though I must honestly say I had been raised by my mother and my Uncle Charlie on these same principles. But Bogie continued where they left off.


classicglamourgirl:

Does anybody remember the song in African Queen? Remember Humphrey Bogart singing in there? Here’s the full song. With Bogart, Bacall and Crosby