Candids.

a-default-smile:

Joan Crawford’s jewelry on display at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.

joancrawfish:

“I know it sounds odd, but somehow I didn’t believe that Joan Crawford could ever die. (…)

In A Woman’s Face she played at the outset a disfigured monster of a woman who would not flinch from killing a child, and she did not soften it a bit. Yet in Susan and God she found all the comedy in the silly, empty-headed woman who finally, funnily rose to emotional maturity. Whatever she did, she did wholeheartedly.(…)

But for all that, in private life she was a lovable, sentimental creature. A loyal and generous friend, very thoughtful; dear Joan Crawford, she forgot nothing—-names, dates, obligations. These included the people at Hollywood institutions who had helped make and keep her a star. When it was fashionable to rail against the studio system and the tycoons who had built it, she was always warm in their defense. She spoke of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer as a family in which she was directed and protected, provided with fine stories and just about every great male star to play opposite; later she built up a similar relationship with Warners. And through it all she was consistently herself, unmistakably Joan Crawford, star. Katharine Hepburn says that every great star has a talent to irritate. Joan Crawford had that: whether you liked her or did not like her on the screen, you could not ignore her existence nor deny her quality.

I thought Joan Crawford could never die. Come to think of it, as long as celluloid holds together and the word Hollywood means anything to anyone, she never will.”

-George Cukor, May 22, 1977

Joan Crawford (March 23, 1906- May 10, 1977)