His was the face of his century. He was the life of his century. Through his will and energy, and yes, genius, he encompassed as much as one man can; the joy and the anguish of his times; their romance, their horrors, and, of course, what laughter we could find in them. He was a flawed man, a haunted man, a tormented man. Which is to say, he was only human. But with this uncanny ability to reflect and refract our humanity back at us.
CHARLES Spencer CHAPLIN //April 16, 1889 —— December 25, 1977//
Charlie Chaplin || City Lights (1931)
Charlie on the set of the Circus after a fire that destroyed a good portion of it.
The Circus was probably Charlie’s most difficult film to complete. There was so much turmoil going on in his life, including a divorce and the death of his mother Hannah, as well as numerous technical difficulties that caused delay after delay. I feel this is reflected in the ending to the film. I am so grateful it was finished. I think the look on his face sums in this photo sums it all up.
Charlie and the ever lovely Paulette Goddard in The Great Dictator c.1941
“I had played the violin since I was sixteen and once had great ambitions to be a concert performer. As for the cello - I could pose well with it, but that’s about all.” —Charles Chaplin, My Life In Pictures.
(Photograph by Ensign Dryer, c. 1915)
Photo Meme | January 2012
Day 7- Favourite (Charlie Chaplin)
Day 8- Your Sky (Edmonton, AB, 12:58pm)
The Kid (1921)