Happy Birthday William Horatio Powell | July 29th, 1892 March 5th, 1984

His careful attention to the neceties of grooming; his perfectly tailored suits, spotless cuffs, and collars; his orotund voice curled around well-turned phrases; the deferential way he bowed his head slightly when being introduced all would have helped him gain entry at any elite, leather-chair-and-brandy-snifter men’s club.

I’m not a ladies’ man. I haven’t the physical characteristics for one thing. Not handsome. Someone like Valentino should have played this part. Not Bill Powell.
Unfortunately, or perhaps it is fortunate that I have always been forced to stand on my acting ability. I haven’t a personality such as Jack Gilbert`s, for instance, that attracts women and makes them like me for myself. When I am on the screen I must make them forget me entirely and think only of my acting”

Powell is to dialogue as Fred Astaire is to dance. His delivery is so droll and insinuating, so knowing and innocent at the same time, that it hardly matters what he’s saying.

Meet me in St. Louis…Louis! Meet me at the fair!
Don’t tell me the lights are shining, any place but there!

Grace Kelly attends the Academy Awards, 1955.


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"The cast had a table (lunch was catered) and we were sitting there eating. I sat across the table from Elizabeth Taylor. I had put my Hasselblad camera down next to my plate… After finishing lunch, Liz pulled her chair back to get a little sun and when I saw her face up in the sun, with the light on it—it was just exquisite and I couldn’t resist making a shot. It has become one of her favorite shots and is one of my favorite shots—it was just so candid and she looked so terrific. It’s so odd because her violet eyes are such an important part of her beauty and yet her eyes are closed in this photo—but still her face is incredible." — Sid Avery (Photo of Elizabeth Taylor on the set of ‘Giant’, 1955, by Sid Avery.)