A few months ago, I was getting my bike out of the shed and happened upon a nice leatherback book called Dance- Jack Anderson, 1951. The pictures were so beautiful and drew me right in. I like the vibe of photography books from the 50s and 60s- it seems like the feature pictures are not as sharp, super rich, and almost sterile as the ones today. Which is lucky, because you can find them in pretty much any flea market, or used book store, or ancient library (like that of my high school).
Anyway. There's more where this comes from.