There is a specific kind of magic found in silver gelatin prints, especially those that captured the birth of cinematic surrealism. I am thrilled to share the latest addition to my collection: an original on-set production still of Josette Day as Belle.
This isn't just a photograph; it's a piece of history. The reverse side bears the typed provenance of London Film Productions Ltd., marking the film's arrival at the Rialto on Coventry Street for its premiere on Friday, October 31st. Imagine sitting in a darkened London theater on Halloween night in the 1940s, watching Jean Cocteau’s dreamscape unfold for the first time.
In this photo, Josette Day embodies the "Beauty" that Cocteau sought: a face that looked as though it belonged in a 17th-century painting. Born in Paris, Day was a child prodigy of the theater, but it was her role as Belle that immortalized her.
Her performance is a masterclass in stillness. While the Beast (played by Jean Marais) is all movement and fur and anguish, Day provides the calm, luminous center. She didn't just play a fairy tale character; she gave Belle a sense of agency and quiet strength that was rare for the era.
To speak of this film is to speak of the genius of Jean Cocteau. A poet, playwright, artist, and filmmaker, Cocteau didn't use CGI—he used imagination. He famously told his crew that he wanted to achieve "the beauty of the everyday."
He used simple tricks—running film backward to make "magic" happen, using real human arms as candelabras, and relying on the incredible costumes by Christian Bérard. Cocteau’s La Belle et la Bête remains the gold standard for fairy tale adaptations because it feels like a dream that you can actually touch.
Released in 1946, the film served as a much-needed escape for a post-war Europe. It is a visual poem about the transformative power of love and the thin line between the monstrous and the divine. This photo, with Day’s upward gaze and the soft, directional lighting, captures that "Cocteau glow" perfectly. It is a centerpiece in my collection that reminds me why we fall in love with the movies in the first place.
Holding this photo, one can almost feel the texture of the "dream" Cocteau sought to film. It serves as a reminder of a time when cinema was a tool for magic, turning a simple fairy tale into a profound exploration of the soul. Adding this to the collection doesn't just preserve a face; it preserves the moment when London first witnessed one of the most beautiful films ever made.














