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1940's nostalgia with a perpetual and heartfelt thank-you to
our GREATEST GENERATION, it's a movement with style.
An amazing decade in which a severe worldwide depression was replaced by a lengthy world at war, followed by a post-war boom.

Welcome to the 1940′s

Neon signs flash through the darkness on a rainy night in the city. Halos form above dimly lit street lamps. From the rooftop ballroom of the Club Dahlia in 1940′s downtown Miami, you’re listening to the sweet sounds of the Glenn Miller Orchestra.

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Now Open – The Club Dahlia 1940′s Lounge

Neon signs flash through the darkness on a rainy night in the city. Halos form above dimly lit street lamps. From high atop the Club Dahlia, you're listening to the sweet sounds of the Glenn Miller Orchestra. Join other members of 1940s.org&... Read More »

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NOIR CITY Film Festival – Hollywood

The Noir City Film Festival returns to Hollywood and begins April 1st and runs through April 20th at the Egyptian Theater. The Egyptian Theater originally opened in 1922 and was operated by Sid Grauman, who later built the world famous... Read More »

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The War – A social history of WWII in the 1940′s

The World War II documentary by Ken Burns, "The War" is a film that every generation should be required to watch. Don't expect a detailed account of the strategies, alliances, or an in-depth look at the battles during eac... Read More »

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Bring back the 1940′s

1940s-lifeRooftop ballrooms, inviting a soldier to dinner, the percussion of high heels across a heavy wooden floor, film noir. Lips as red as the law will allow, walking slowly on a misty morning, the buzzing of old neon. The torch song, boats made of mahogany and toy prizes made of tin, pride in appearance, Gene Tierney’s angelic glow. Black satin opera gloves, friends that sign your autograph shirt, Lux Radio Theater, riding in the rumble seat. The melody in music, handwritten letters from home, halos above street lamps in the rain, Winston Churchill. Radios as big as appliances, grilled cheese sandwiches with a dill pickle spear at Woolworth’s, the soul of our nation. Stickball, the magic of Fred and Ginger, a silver dollar from grandma, picnics in the park, letting the good guy win. Dressing up for the movies, the warmth of Christmas morning, an evening next to the radio, Bogie and Bacall. Squeezing into the photo booth with your best friend, kissing goodbye at the train station, Kilroy, the dance hall. Saturday mornings at the barber shop, sounds of children playing tag, leaning over the fence to talk to our neighbor, meeting a date at the soda fountain. The allure born of mystery, riding our bikes in the summer rain, grandma’s medicine chest, searching for four leaf clovers. Dancing until your wingtips glow, staring through display windows downtown, glass milk containers, the 1946 Wurlitzer. Making flour and water paste, a teen’s jalopy, time standing still, sending box tops for decoder rings, Sunday dinner. Hide and seek at dusk, big bands, Hollywood elegance, Superman on the radio, the lunch counter at the 5&10, fedoras.