Fallin' Hard for the Thirties

Lately I'm a big fan of 30's-ish. I mean, what to do with 30's isn't amazing? (Great Depression aside.) First off the dude whose ring permanently rests on my finger is 30. So right there, we have a winner hands down. :)
But the actual 30's had this:

(that's jimmy stewart and some other guy in "Mr. Smith goes to Washington." Pretty sure this is one of the best movies EVER!)

(who doesn't want fashion so over the top it's, well...fashionable?)

Sure, in a couple weeks I'll be in love with the 40's or the 50's or something along those lines but for now it's all about being back in a time with funky lookin' cars, smoke fumes issuing from every mouth, black n' white movies, assuming "pounding the pavement" means walking 'round looking for a job, having to use an actual public phone to call anyone at a restaurant. Do you realize how brave these people were?! No sanitation gel!! Just a brazen determination (or general ignorance of bacteria..whichever) to call whoever come hell or dirty phone. At any rate, as long as we don't explore the "hoovervilles" phenomenon etc, the 30's are swell....

Still in her 20's: Genna