Tag: Cyd Charisse

The legs I wished I had…rest in peace, Cyd.

Style-go ahead talking about style.  

You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye.

Carl Sandburg – Chicago Poems

A lotta style. A sexy Soviet secret agent dancer, an old-time movie-gangster glamour moll, the thousand years Scottish-glen mystery woman. An over-the-top beauty with enormous sex appeal and the best legs evahhhh in the business has left the stage.