Seeing Stars

What is time but time?  A last post related to the Museum of the Moving Image, a highly recommended spot to visit despite its being in far and away Astoria, Queens.  There was an entire wall and a half filled with portraits of stars from the Silver Screen, from its early days to the modern (or contemporary) times.  Not being much of a film aficionado, I did not recognize many of the faces of yesteryear but was drawn to those men and women who were beautiful, glamorous, alluring, plain sexy or a deadly combination of all those descriptions.  I was pleased to see my current favorite Fred Astaire (albeit placed at a very low level, near the floor) and Ginger Rogers (without her blonde hair!) as well as many others whose attractiveness went through the roof.  Hollywood is supposed to be glamorous, isn't it?