Starlets Jean Colleran, Peggy Lloyd & Betty Jane Hess imitating a statue at the home of publisher William Randolph Hearst Sr, 1943
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via liquidnight)
From Home Notes- June, 1953
I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.– Kazim Ali, from “Rain” (via proustitute)
The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.
At Cecil B. DeMille’s home only the finest films were shown, such as his own The Plainsman, starring Gary Cooper and Jean Arthur