Monday, June 30, 2008

Man Ray Auction Day

Man Ray (born Emmanuel Radnitzky) works are up for auction on July 3rd, in Paris via Sothebys. Here are a few of the offerings...

Nudes & Sphere, with an estimate of 7,000—10,000 EUR:
signed 'MR' and dated '40' (lower left), ink and wash on paper.

35,2 x 25,4 cm; 13 7/8 x 10 in.

Executed in 1940, probably prior to the artist's departure from Paris to settle in Hollywood as a refugee in his homeland, this drawing and a related oil of the same year entitled Disillusion, are reference to the turmoil and conflict of a war in Europe as events unfolded and Man Ray realised he had to flee. The composition portrays confusion and uncertainty with three nudes clutching a sphere representing the planet in its state of unrest.
Also up for auction is Man Ray's Seated Nude, with an estimate of 8,000—12,000 EUR:
signed 'Man Ray' and dated '1941' (lower right), gouache and brush and ink on paper. Executed in 1941.

35,5 x 25 cm; 13 7/8 x 9 7/8 in.

This is a gouache study of Juliet Browner, who was to become Man Ray's companion and later his wife in 1946. She was a professional dancer who had trained under Martha Graham in the 1930's in New York.


More information on Juliet (Browner) Man Ray is here; cemetery photos here.


Perhaps my favorite, Les Mains Libres bronzes: ten bronzes created in 1971 from Man Ray drawings for a collection of Paul Eluard poems published as Les Mains Libres in 1937.As Grace Glueck wrote in The New York Times in '97 the bronzes include:
...an ''imaginary portrait'' of the Marquis de Sade in bronze (1971).

To the Surrealists, de Sade (1740-1814), the recorder of kinky sex and the writer of antireligious tracts, was a revered iconoclast. No likeness of him existed, and Man Ray felt free to create several. The bronze bust is a striking image that resembles at once Andre Breton, the founder of Surrealism, and Benjamin Franklin.

Its fat face and shoulders are scored with an irregular grid that simulates the stone facades of the institutions, especially the Bastille, where de Sade spent years imprisoned for scandalous behavior. It's not inappropriate that the artist devoted this much attention to de Sade, because, as the writer Arturo Schwarz notes in his book on Man Ray, a streak of sadism runs through his work.

Some drawings on view were prompted by Man Ray's dreams. They, in turn, inspired poems by the French Surrealist Paul Eluard. The poems and drawings were paired in the book ''Les Mains Libres'' (1937). A hand creeping around the side of a mountain, a naked couple sheltered by a giant rose, a bridge with a nude sprawled across its top: these are better examples of Surrealist fancy than of the draftsman's art. Today they have a hothouse charm that heightens their appeal.
The lot of bronzes has an estimate of 50,000—70,000 EUR; so I can show them to you knowing that I'll not be bidding against you -- nor any one else. Sadly, I'll be doing no bidding at this auction at all.

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The Wolf In Psychiatrist Clothing

I grabbed this at a flea market this past weekend for a dollar. Too much, I know, for such a scuffed button; but I had to have it because I have a few items which play upon and exploit the fear of psychiatry, but none so succinctly. (And I did talk him down from $2.)

I'm A Psychiatrist
Lie Down
Approximately 3 inches in diameter.

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I Taught An Old Dog New Tricks - With Nostalgia

Well, I certainly try!

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120 Years Ago In New Zealand

40-year-old Joseph Fletcher said to 20-year-old Jacob Crawford "All right, you young bugger, we'll have a fuck too'. Crawford said 'Alright, put it up my bloody arse, Joe."

A year later, in 1889, Robert Gant, a photographer resident in the Wairarapa, was taking photographs of himself and his friends dressed in drag enacting women's tea-parties, the Chinese porcelain tea pot forever poised, unpouring, above the cup.
From Why you should read 'Mates & Lovers'.

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

Well, At Least The Breasts Are Natural

Are you old enough to remember those weird flowers you made at camp and stuff -- the ones where you dipped wire shaped into petals into that liquid (Vitriflore)? If so, you might want to know that your mom used them to pose in those nude photos for dad. It made the shots more natural if she was doing something... And she couldn't do him, he was taking the photos. This time.



PS I never made those flowers; I always opted for the natural projects. But damn if seeing them doesn't take me back... And yes, the flowers creep me out more than finding photographic evidence of my parents' private photo sessions.

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69 Ways To Insult Your Dishclout


There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, Paul Simon; but Pornokrates researched 69 ways to say "whore".

Funny, but I don't see "wife" anywhere on that list.

However, "Moon-Eyed Hen" is, and it means "A squinting whore".

And I think we all know why she squints.

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Why Your Dad Wears Old Spice

All it took was one blonde babe and some smutty text -- enough to build a dream on.

Lea Mallenius has a soft spot for guys who wear Old Spice.

Girls like it. Is there a better reason to wear Old Spice?
PS Lea Mallenius seems to never have existed outside of this ad.

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Be My Cheeky Friend



Every now and then I have to whore... Tip to get in my Top Spot List or pay for an ad -- and everyone will know you're a cheeky little supporter of Silent Porn Star.

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Discovering Pap Smears At The Laundromat, On The Next Virginia Graham Show

It's hard to imagine I was just 5 years old when my mom used to fluff & fold with her friends -- and discuss uterine cancer. Oh wait, that's not one of my memories; that was a "hip" comic put out by the American Cancer Society in 1969.


While this comic seems strange, the premise that ladies do talk about such things isn't. And though it's campy just for the tones of the time (the black lady gets to be the music judge, they call themselves "girls" rather than "ladies" or "women", etc. etc. etc.), it's the comic style which rather reduces the health propaganda to silliness. Small speaking bubbles are limiting, and the style is overly dramatic. The real problem is what 1969 woman was reading comics? Teens? Sure. But they didn't hang out at laundromats --because they didn't do their own laundry.


The celeb endoresment on the back is Virginia Graham. Graham wrote for radio soaps, eventually hosting her first radio talk show in 1951 and then succeeding Margaret Truman (in 1956) as co-host of the NBC radio show Weekday with Mike Wallace -- and then became a daytime television talk show host, including for Girl Talk (1962–1969) and the Virginia Graham Show.


Having survived her own battle with cervical cancer in the 50's, and openly spoke about it, becoming a spokesperson for the American Cancer Society. (Graham also started the Cerebral Palsy Foundation along with 13 other women.) Jokes on the connection between cervical cancer and smoking aside, it is said (by the not-always-so-accurate Wiki) that while Graham was very vocal on smoking cessation, when she was asked what she would do if she knew the world would end tomorrow, she replied that she would smoke.

I wonder if this is true -- but that the politically correct world of today has to remove that bit from Graham's record. Then again, there is little on Graham. (Something for me to work on, huh.)

Just to be clear, this Virginia Graham is not the Virginia Graham of the Manson trial.

The 60's were confusing; I'm just trying to help.

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Friday, June 27, 2008

Yvonne DeCarlo Soundie

Yvonne DeCarlo in the 1944 soundie Lamp Of Memory.

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Ho Ho Ho

Santa's Lap Santa's Lap, by Valerie Hart (1979 Sutton House Publishing Co., Inc.; Adult Classic series), is a raunchy retro story about Ed Weeder, a guy earning a living playing Santa to beat the high cost of oil. Along with exploring & perverting the childish myth of Santa, there's the male fantasy that nymphomaniacs will discover the down-on-his-luck divorced guy's special sexual talents:
He shut the door, turned on the light, and looked around. It was a reasonably comfortable room, with two large double beds in it, a small full-sized bathroom ahead to the left, and the two sinks outside, joined by a counter in front of a huge mirror. The walls were off-yellow and clean, and the beds looked fairly new so the mattresses wouldn't be lumpy.

“Okay,” Ed said to the woman as she peeled off her heavy coat and hung it in the small closet. “Why are we here?”

“For the same reason people usually go to motels nowadays,” she answered, her sweet voice very disarming.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“Take off your coat,” her voice commanded. He did so, letting her hang it up, as well. Then he sat in the room's only chair while she sat on the bed.

“What's this all about?” he asked.

“Does it really matter?” she replied, answering his question with another question. “All that really matters is, I want you to take me to bed.”

“Then someone comes busting in and takes pictures which you threaten to show to...”

“To whom?” she asked. “Are you married?”

“Divorced,” he answered.

“Well then, what are you worried about? Besides, blackmail is too tacky. Believe me I didn't ask you here to extort money from you. To begin with, I need a good man. My husband is an insurance broker, and he's out day and night, trying to sell insurance. I never see him, he never takes me out, and though I live in a big house with a nice car and a maid to take care of the kids, I'm lonely.”

“That still doesn't explain why you picked me,” Ed replied.

“To begin with, you're a very handsome man. The four of us saw that when Harriet's son pulled your beard down. In fact, Harriet told him to do just that, so we'd be able to get a look at your face. “We all agreed you're quite handsome.”

“All?”

“Oh yes,” she told him. “This is more than a one-night-stand. If I find you satisfactory, I'm to report it to the other ladies, and they, one at a time, will also ask for the same service, and they'll offer the same price, fifty dollars... each!”

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George Carlin: Sexy Genius

This feels like an obligatory George Carlin post, and that saddens me.

Carlin belongs here because he was one sexy piece of beefcake. Nothing, and I mean nothing, turns me -- and I dare say most women -- on more than a man with a fiercely intelligent sense of humor (a quick wit will often make up for any other short -or quick!- comings a man might have); unless it's a man willing to stand up for what he believes in.



Oh, how I wish he would have met me & showed his belief by standing up at full attention.

He made ponytails on men sexy, damnit. And yes, upon hearing of his death, I used all seven of those words.



I want to do the man right for all the years he's pleased me, but a man of his level has been written about "everywhere" and I feel that mixture of, "What can I possibly add?" and "How won't this bore you, the reader?"

Thankfully, Learning To Share posted this extremely grand post, full of Carlin sentiments I share:
It was a safe bet that we'd see lots of remembrances of comedian George Carlin after his death last weekend.

I've found it a little shocking how much 'official' reportage seemed to really not 'get' Carlin at all - - and yet there they were, using his 1972 'Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television' as a main focus, and missing the breadth of a diverse career that began long before and stayed vital for the 3-plus decades following.

A couple of nice exceptions that I enjoyed were Jerry Seinfeld's short and sweet op-ed piece in the New York Times, and a GREAT post at WFMU's Beware of the Blog that concerns itself with Carlin's early comedy career, from his partnership with Jack Burns and early ventures in television.

Several links are provided to video clips from 1965 through 1972, including an appearance on the game show 'What's My Line', the strange sight of a Carlin introduction from Jimmy Durante, and much more.

It is from those links (specifically here) that I found this great clip of George Carlin on Playboy After Dark.



(Bonus points for Boobie Barbi Benton!)



He will be missed.

And I hope he'll be watching over us.

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Pinup Collection

High-Five Fridays #22

High-Five Fridays is still on hiatus; but I'm still playing.

1) The Headless Werewolf finds Vampirella in his comics haul.

2) Slip of a Girl talks about sex history & lingerie as family heirlooms.

3) Dark Roasted Blend shows us lovely ladies of yesteryear.

4) Found In Mom's Basement shows us the amazing vintage ad shown at the left. I have only one question: Is it always illegal to kill stupid advertising guys?

5) A huge high-five to Will (of Hang Fire Books), for helping me get Pop Tart a belated birthday gift. I selected the Sunshine Biscuit ephemera (found in a first edition of the Kinsey report) with the a wacky signed note from Verce of Hexperience. Absolutely love it! So thanks -- and next time I'll have to buy something *wink*

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Carved Ivory Medicine Lady

From back in the day when women couldn't literally be seen by their doctors; they pointed at the doll to delicately discuss what ailed them.


This one is 11 1/2 inches long and available at Ivey-Selkirk.

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Thursday, June 26, 2008

Sea Of Parted Legs


One Leg Leads to Another is a gallery of graphics using the view through a person's parted legs -- via Thingsville, US.

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Qui Est Mady Ciceron?


I do know Mady Ciceron is not at la bibliothèque...

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Vintage Style Pinup

Except for the tiny tat, this photo of Marianne Cheesecake could fool you into thinking it's vintage.

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Where You Put Your Tiny Bubbles

Don Ho drinking glasses:
3.5 x 4.5 x 2.5 at base. Two glasses, very cool. Mint. Red image of Mr. Ho . Polynesian Palace, Waikiki, Hawaii. From Cinerama and Reef Towers Hotel. No idea as to date, but likely 1970’s (judging from whatwe know of the previous owners).

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Spies Like Us


Harlequin #230, Women Spies by Kurt Singer (1953), isn't even fiction. According to 5m@5hYdez, "It's history. One women spy per chapter."

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

What The Donges??

I picked up this scrap of paper at a sale recently -- and have become obsessed with it. Dating from no later than the 1920's, it's a promotional piece for an old genteel establishment selling hats & gloves to gentlemen (but as you shall see, there's much more to it!)

Jac. F. Donges
Founder of DONGES BAY
Who has GLOVES to Burn
And some that don't Burn
HATS and CAPS

319 Third Street
MILWAUKEE, WIS.
Now, this is interesting for several reasons... The Jac F. Donges Hat & Glove shop was a Milwaukee institution, only just closed in 2001 (replaced by :gasp: a Subway restaurant). And Donges Bay is a place I have been (hello, Sybaris in Mequon!). But little information exists on the company or the man who founded it &, apparently, Donges Bay.

Heavy research provides us with the fact that Jac and his brother, Charles, founded the area.



Charles, also a partner in the hat business (then called Donges Brothers), died June 28, 1894, and while he managed to be listed in the 1902 Notable men of Wisconsin, he's all but ignored in history and Jac gets all the credit.



Perhaps this is fair, for Jac was quite the character.

In 1842, his parents, Mr. Jacob Donges and his wife, emigrated to Milwaukee from Germany. In 1860 they had a son, Jacob Jr. Jacob Jr. or Jac, as he preferred to be called. Jac inherited the position of janitor at Milwaukee's City Hall from his father and then worked in the garment business for some friends, which led to opening his own shop.

As an entrepreneurial businessman, his financial success led to investments in real estate along the north shore of lake Michigan, specifically purchasing the Basler and Kemp farms along what is now known as Donges Bay. These were lands he'd seen in 1884 calling the beautiful deep ravine with a creek at its bottom empties into the lake "Fairy chasm", and vowed to own. This land, along with land co-owned by friends (such as Fred Usinger, founder of Usinger Sausage Co.), became part of the holdings of the Fish Creek Park Company, established September 13, 1892. The company issued 146 shares of stock, one each for the 146 acres, at $285 per share and offered to mainly friends of Jac's, creating a private summer resort community.

During the first ten years of Fish Creek Park, the stockholders were permitted to use the land in any way they chose, from informal Sunday picnics to the construction of summer homes.

Enter the other side of the old promotional paper.


WITHIN THE LINES
IN THE GOOD OLD U.S.A.
AT
DONGES BAY

ALL'S WELL
AT SCHUCH'S RESORT
I found no information on Schuch's Resort; however, there was a friend of Jac's, John Schuch, who built Chalet on the Lake resort and restaurant in the area, which is now called Mequon. (According to the Fish Creek Park Company records, things got dicey after the first decade, and the community of Fairy Chasm evolved into two sections, North Fairy Chasm becoming Mequon in 1957 and South Fairy Chasm becoming Bayside in 1955. Absolutely fascinating stuff, but I digress.)

Here's a vintage postcard of the dining room, and a platter from the restaurant:




Little else could be discovered about the Chalet, other than Mark Harmon's Dillinger was filmed there (with the location used to represent Little Bohemia) and that it was owned by Jerome Perlson from 1966 until 1990 when he retired and the restaurant was sold, replaced by the development of private homes.

Could this chalet been the Schuch's Resort of the old little flyer? Maybe...

But what makes this all interesting enough to be here at Silent Porn Star is what happens when you fold the piece of paper...


The classic finish to "All's well"... "That ends well." Complete with nude bottoms up in the air as mom, dad, and junior do handstands under the water.

Cute and risque, especially for a gentleman's hat & gloves shop, but I discovered even more.

Holding and worrying over this bit of old paper, trying to find more information on Donges. I read the few lines so many times, hoping for another clue...

That line, "within the lines" stuck out for me. It didn't seem to make much sense. A colloquialism? Mmmmaybe. But being aware of riddles and puns, I then noticed the strange lines about the boy in the water... Was there something within, between them?

My husband says I'm just seeing things, but if you block the image at the one line, and turn it upside down, I see some even more risque antics beneath the water...


Is it just me? Tell me what you see...

And please do tell me if you know more about Jac Donges et al. (I'm itching to get back to the area soon to see what I can research... And stay at the Sybaris, of course. *wink*)

PS Yes, I'm putting this under "Beefcake" because Donges was so wealthy, no doubt he was heavily pursued and likely quite a playboy or other which such privilege allows. At least until I'm proven otherwise.

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Fun, Sun, Begun and Done

A set of vintage coasters with a pinup stripping to sunbathe nude.


Via Tias

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Libido On The Radio

Via Sex-Kitten.Net comes that news that tomorrow (June 25th) at 9 p.m. (central) Jack Hafferkamp of Libido magazine and Libido films will be on Cult of Gracie radio.

About Jack: From 1988 to 2000 Jack Hafferkamp published/edited Libido: The Journal of Sex and Sensibility with Marianna Beck. Since then he has operated Libido Films, which specializes in gender-equal explicit erotica. Libido films have been honored at the annual Erotic Awards in London and featured at New York's Cinekink festival. Jack holds a Ph.D. in Human Sexuality, specializing in Erotology, which is the material culture of sex.

Call in with questions & comments will be taken at 1 (646) 200-3136.

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I Like It Here, By Kingsley Amis

I Like It Here, by Kingsley Amis (© 1958, Ballantine Books, First Printing, August, 1971) promises, "A rollicking trip with a not-so-innocent abroad," features an intimate embrace on both the front & back covers, and has a salacious teaser page regarding an international kiss not bound by the same language barriers as speech.



Naturally, I concluded that this story of Garnet Bowen, a reluctant traveler (forced to travel by his wife who wants a family holiday with the additional incentive of two paid writing gigs), would involve some sort of sordid reading... Having read Only Two Can Play/That Uncertain Feeling by Amis, I not only was anticipating Garnet's extra-marital exploits (or at least his fantasies of such) but was looking forward to this book.

But I would be disappointed.

What little dalliance there may be, it's but a few paragraphs more than the teaser; and it is about as awkward as trying to communicate in a language you don't know.

OK, so it's not the smut-fest the publishers made it out to be; that's not unusual -- not for such books at that time or books and films produced & marketed today. So what is it about?

I Like It Here is about a married man's reluctance to accept both the old and the new. His married life & work seems to make him feel miserable about himself yet he resists any change, large or small. It's a whiny, "Poor me, I'm a put-out male," story which certainly will resonate for many men; but leaves me wanting his wife to divorce him and get on with her own life -- rescuing the children from such a full-time putz influence.

While That Uncertain Feeling explored male insecurities (and ineptness), it did so without such a mopey whine and it didn't rely so heavily on a rushed Hail Mary wrap-up at the end.

Not surprisingly, I Like It Here is forever heard by me with a "but" in front of it, spoken in the pouty tone of a petulant toddler who doesn't want to leave the park.

What is surprising is that I Like It Here was the next story in Kingsley Amis' Jim Dixon series:

Lucky Jim (1954)
That Uncertain Feeling (1955)
I Like it Here (1958)
Lucky Jim's Politics (1968)

This was unknown to me because A), the lead character in Only Two Can Play/That Uncertain Feeling was called John Lewis, and B), as mentioned, Garnet Bowen was the lead in I Like It Here. So how was I to know?

Knowing this changes things a bit. Not only am I reading different versions, where more than names could have been changed, but I can, out of my affection for John Lewis/Jim Dixon, act like his wife must have been doing and try to remember the man he used to be. I'll cut him some slack.

But still, if you're looking for smut, I Like It Here is the wrong place.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Mermaids

In belated honor of the Coney Island Mermaid parade -- and my continuing love affair with mermaids...


Via Collectors' Quest.



From an Etsy shop, via iKonic Vintage.

And don't forget to see the merman, complete with genitalia, at Gloria Brame's!

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Girls Like To Be Taken In

Vintage lingerie ad via A Slip of a Girl:

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Stone You Might Like To Bone

Designed For The Male

Plastic letter opener in the shape of a womans leg with rhinestone accents with a tag that says "Designed for the mail" -- but I rather think that should have been "Designed for the male."



According to the seller, it is signed Rememberence on the back and measures 8 1/2" X 2".

Display Array

Cristian Crisbasan calls this display of postcard nudes Delicatessen.



I guess you need to bring your own salami.

Via Roue Ataraxia.

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Friday, June 20, 2008

The Four Types Of Women In Film

From STUPOR STUPOROUS's Women in Film:
In a study of the films from the 1930s to 1970s, historians have categorized four dominant types of roles that women played. The first one is the “Pillar of Virtue” types played by Doris Day or Julie Andrews. This category also features mothers and mammies such as Hattie McDaniel’s character in “Gone with the Wind.” The “Glamour Girl” range from sex goddesses such as Marilyn Monroe in “Bus Stop” to femme fatales such as Marlene Dietrich in “Blonde Venus.” The “Emotive Woman” is the sexually frustrated Rosalind Russell in “Picnic” and the seductive Elizabeth Taylor in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” Thus, the last category, the “Independent” woman or the Katharine Hepburn type, is Barbara Streisand in “Funny Girl,” or Jane Fonda in “Klute,” the liberated woman. Throughout much of film history, women have been depicted as manipulative, sexually repressed, or sexually overt. There was also a lack of sisterhood and films with women interacting with other women in a positive light. In the 1950s, especially, we witnessed an era of “reaffirming male dominance and female subservience; movies showed women as breasts and buttocks, again idealizing women who were ‘pretty, amusing, and childish,’” (Butler, 145). Much of this female contempt has endured and remained, although it may not be as obvious as the previous decades. Nowadays, we see more sensationalized sexual roles for women as the trend began in the 70s. Women now are also shown as waifs similar to the 60s trend, which was a severe contrast to the idea image of the 50s. All in all, women are becoming an endangered species in films and taking increasingly less leading roles.

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Book Of Boobs



One inch square, an inconspicuous way to collect and view naked boobies -- up until you're spotted with it that is.

Via Tias.

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High-Five Fridays #21

Thursday, June 19, 2008

1980's S&M Advertising Cards

Vintage S & M advertising cards from England, 4" x 5 3/4".





These and others at a Tias

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Erotic Parodies By Massey

I am completely charmed by these funny & naughty nostalgic works by Ralph Massey. The Humpty Dumpty & Tinkerbell piece is cute, but it's the risque whimsy of Punch & Judy that has me wishing that you'll send money.



Both pieces are poly-resin, c. 1980, & available at Eroticrarities.

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What's Not To Love About Tina Fey

Continuing my love of all things Fey...



A classic from a SNL episode in 2000:

Prostitutes in Lyons, France sent a fax to the government to complain that they are losing business to Eastern European women who are protected by the Albanian mafia.

Okay, first of all, how rough-looking are these French prostitutes that all their customers are running to the Albanians? Secondly, why did they send a fax, and from whence? Do they have a fax machine in the whorehouse, or did they all trundle down to Kinko's - "You fax these, I'll let you shave me." Thirdly, how come French whores know how to work a fax machine, but every time I try to use it, I hit Power Save, or I forget to dial 9.. This just proves what my boyfriend always says - that I am dumber than a French whore.

Back to you, Jimmy!


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Vintage Nude With Rose

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Naughty Retro Treasure Chest Coin Bank

A real coin-slut:
Instructions say to press button and her hand lifts her skirt and you see words that say...more money please...on her thigh. Put in a coin and then her other hand lowers her dress to expose her breasts which light up. In good condition, but not working (it has been sitting in storage a long time) and has small pressure crack on rear of red base. At least 20 years old.
Found at SMS Noveltiques, via Collectors' Quest.

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The Bonds Of B-Movie Queen Michelle Bauer

Michelle Bauer is known as July 1981's Penthouse Pet, for her work on the Playboy Channel, and, after auditioning for Fred Olen Ray, as a queen of scream for her roles in B-films such as The Tomb, Vampire Vixens from Venus, and Dinosaur Island.



You might be more familiar with her from the campy Cafe Flesh -- shown here in a relatively clean (but O-so-fun!) clip:



But did you also know she was Pia Sands, legendary in retro bondage films?




When the B-film career took off, she was getting divorced and he then filed a lawsuit requesting she not use his last name, Bauer, for her films. In 1988, for Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, she tried using the name Michelle McClellen (McClellen was the last name of her second husband), but the press continued to use Bauer, and so her first husband eventually relented & consented.

She also worked under the names Pia Snow and Kim Bittner, and when you add up all the titles, it's pretty clear to see she did perform in more than the trashy topless films she is generally interviewed regarding -- and note that bondage films like Rope Burn didn't make her barefacts list.

(Most of Bauer's bondage films are available in DVD compilations -- for fans and collectors, see this page on how to match feature titles with current bondage film compilations.)

In fact, she's bared more & dared more than she actually admits to in interviews. Like in this interview at Evil Dread, where Cafe Flesh is mentioned, but as you can see, is downplayed greatly:

Did you have a limit as to how far you would go?

Michelle Bauer: I know when I was doing the men's magazines, I was married to Mr. Bauer at the time and he preferred that I did not do any layouts with men for the stills. So I refrained from that. There's maybe, if anybody looked and searched , there's only very few magazine layouts that I did with another guy. It was all with other women. And then when I got into the B movies it was just an occupational hazard. You had love scenes with guys and you had love scenes with girls. And full frontal was a requirement. I you weren't gonna do it somebody else was gonna. You were defeating your own purpose if you weren't. You completely trusted the people you were working with and working for. No one was going to ask you to do anything out of the ordinary other than act like you're making love to this guy. Okay, I can do that. No I never had a problem with it.
And then there's the back-peddling...
During your career you've acted mainly in B movies. Have you ever wanted to break into the mainstream and become the next Meryl Streep as an example?

MB: I don't think that's possible. First of all, I don't think I'm good enough. Second of all, I wouldn't want things in the past that I've done, that I'm ashamed of, to come out and I know that they would. I think that's hindered me and kept me back from ever wanting to pursue that. I just don't think I have the ability. I don't have what it takes.
According to this interview, Michelle had announced her retirement from film. And the photo below is of Bauer at at 1990's Chiller Con (click the link and read the comments as they are priceless). The "going out of business" signs are ominous, aren't they?



Or maybe that was just a sales ploy. Because she's been in films as recently as 2008 -- and in 2006 under the McClellen moniker too. Perhaps another try at rebranding? Well, not if 2004's Tomb of the Werewolf is any indication.


In the film she plays Elizabeth Bathory (Countess Erzsebet Bathori, who killed 612 women -- and documented the death of each).

Here's what one reviewer had to say about the film:
"Tomb of the Werewolf" is about breasts. Naked female breasts. It is not about a Tomb or a Werewolf. There is a wolf man running around but he's just filler until the next breast scene.
And that's a good review -- from a fan of Bauer, boobies, and Bauer's boobies.

But if the film doesn't seem to give Bauer her acting due, it's even worse for poor Bathory who was supposed to get her film revenge in Tomb of the Werewolf by her 14th cousin (16 times removed), Fred Olen Ray. I guess Bauer fared better than Bathory.

And Bauer's bared better.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

When Artsy Becomes Fartsy

Sometimes pornographers just try too damn hard. Like why do we need the addition of the still life bowl of fruit in this shot?


Is it to draw some tactile impression of peaches -- other than her proffered bum? Or am I supposed to be impressed by the number (& size) of bananas? Maybe it's just supposed to suggest this is classy, not trashy. Whatever it is, it's not working for me.

Via Rodox gallery.

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Sex Is Everywhere

I'm no prude, but I have to wonder (again & again) why folks are always so upset by porn and nudity -- usually defending it with a "save the children!" scream of anguish while the truth is any child anywhere is aware of sex.

In many places children see their parents and other adults copulating, and it is fact that this occurred in the early beds of Puritanical America; something most would conveniently forget or slide into that didn't-know couldn't-do any-better of "less developed countries".

However, while Western cultures sigh and claim themselves superior, they doth protest too much regarding nudity & sexuality. For they've put it everywhere. Today's exhibits: Garbage Pail Kids cards from the mid-1980s.


Pourin' Lauren is clearly a Playboy Bunny. And Nicky Hickey & Marty Gras must have led to a few conversations (parental or peer).



These packs of cards/stickers with gum were marketed towards kids as a mockery of the Cabbage Patch Kids dolls so that would definitely be kids, not teens or even tweens, yet it was expected that they'd know Playboy Bunnies and hickeys -- and so much more.

Like the comforting notion of a Peeping Tom.



It's pretty clear that even with the sophomoric humor, these cards are for adults to appreciate. What else could Turned-On Tara refer to? Drugs? A real human light fixture?



But then again, perhaps the risque humor is something I read into them...

Having a woman smell fishy?


Swollen Sue Ellen... wasn't she J.R.'s used and abused wife on Dallas? Maybe that was just a euphemism used in my neighborhood.



There are lots of euphemisms in these cards, for a mind like mine.




But even if One-Eyed Jack isn't a euphemism for penis, do we expect 8 year olds to know Poker references? I'm guessing they understand them about as well as the poke-her references which are all around us.


Images from this retro Garbage Pail Kids gallery, via Collectors' Quest's blog.

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The Rising Sun

John Coulthart reminds us that Audrey Munson wasn't the only one sculpted in the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition -- there were male figures too.

Like Adolph Alexander Weinman's stunning The Rising Sun:



I must say that he would need to be named "Rising Sun" and not "Rising Son" as his genitalia has been "leafed" to the imagination.

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Flying Trailer Trash Class

Sometimes I find making up my own stories more fun than the set-up vignettes used by porn mags; especially when they are as cheesy as this one.

Meet the poor pilot who, because he's flying the plane, cannot join the mile high club.



Meet the bimbo flying trailer trash class.



She can't resist a man in uniform. Or any man, really.



So it's off to the men's room for some quick sex.




Hey, wait; I think that's just the actual story.

Oh well, sometimes fantasy porn really is just that simple -- and that cheesy.

For me, this rates higher for silly giggle factor than any actual arousal; but sometimes we all just want the old slap & tickle and when it's slap & tickle for one, this retro Rodox gallery could do it.

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Eroticon: Erotic Art from Behind Bars

Found at Gloria Brame's blog, information on the first annual Eroticon, a gallery viewing and auction of 40 works of erotic art created by imprisoned men and women from across America.

The event is intended as a fundraiser as well as an event to raise awareness about issues of incarceration, rehabilitation, sexual freedom and sexual expression.

Proceeds benefit both the sponsoring organizations, The Woodhull Freedom Foundation and Prisons Foundation, and the artists directly.

Eroticon: Erotic Art from Behind Bars

WHEN: Friday, June 20, 2008

WHERE: Prisons Art Gallery
1600 K Street, NW; Suite 501; Washington DC

SCHEDULE: Gallery Viewing: 6-7pm; Art Auction 7-8pm

ADMISSION: $10 at the door

** wine and food will be served **

Event sponsored by Busboys and Poets


More information can be found here.

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Memo Regarding Your Dirty Girl

Son, if you want her, chances are everyone else does too -- she may have even had a few. So be prepared to protect yourself from your angel with a condom.



Via StrangeCosmos.com.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Poly-Nude, S'il Vous Plaît

Lots #770 and #771, large nude poly-resin sculptures by Massey, were passed; you may wish to contact auctioneers Ivey-Selkirk for more information.


RALPH A. MASSEY, AMERICAN (B. 1938) ULTRA VIOLET, seated nude figure, painted fiberglass, signed with monogram on hand.
31 x 51 inches
Accompanied by a note from Ultra Violet (Isabelle Dufresne, socialite of Andy Warhol fame).

RALPH A. MASSEY, AMERICAN (B. 1938) Nude Leaning Male, painted fiberglass, signed with monogram on foot.
53 inches
Accompanied by a note from Ultra Violet (Isabelle Dufresne, socialite of Andy Warhol fame).
More on Isabelle Dufresne/Ultra Violet here.

Another Ralph Massey polychromed polyester resin sculpture, possibly a satire of curator Walter Hopps.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Swingin' With Sammy Davis Jr.

Sammy Davis Jr, swings, baby, swings, with a dancer on stage; but I love the white chick in the background wearing the "salt & pepper" tee -- she's just dying to swing with Sammy (on stage, or off).


Photo by Eve Arnold, because I'm still not over her or her works.

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Of Tijuana Bibles, Politics & John McCain's Breasts

Chris of Literate Perversions, has a review/response to Ethan Persoff's personal website (a regular SPS stop) at Sex In The Public Square, the latter of which is where the following gem comes:
Ethan claims to have found a long-lost Tijuana Bible, a "Lieberman Squeezer" from 1934, starring George W. Bush and John McCain. I don't know where he found it, but it certainly captures the modern relationship between the two men accurately, and I don't know that that's a good thing. Look at the link only if you are of strong mind and moral character, otherwise you put your very reason in jeopardy.

Yes, the comic really is ugly and distasteful, but honestly, it's nowhere near as ugly and distasteful as the face the country has worn for the last eight years. I'm tired of living in fear and hating the way my neighbors and family keep trying to twist the worst parts of America into the best. I can't think of any better way to respond to Republicans than obscenity.
This is the cover of the faux 1934 Tijuana Bible:



(That's one government teat I don't ever want to suck off of. :shudder:)

See the rest of George Bush & John McCain's Tijuana Bible here.

Me thinketh this is another satire which will not be understood; but I doubt it will appear in any Republican propaganda.

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Dance Of The Hoo-Hoo

Vintage ragtime sheet music which reminds me of what some folks teach their kids to call their -- looks around to see who is listening, then whispers -- private parts. No, not the pussy.



Found at A Tad Too Much tan For Taupe, Rob Crausaz's Ragtime MIDI Files (yes, a sound file is there!) says this of the Emma Y. Suckert song:
Dance of the Hoo-Hoo (1898)
This delightful folk rag, which is available on the "Lester Levy" website, was written in honor of "The Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo" (the cover has a replica of their official symbol). According to its website TCOHH is, "the oldest industrial Fraternal Organization in existence in the USA" (being founded in Jan. 1892 as a "public relations department of the lumber industry").
Intrigued, I Googled-on...

From Stichting Argus:
The Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo was founded on January 21, 1892, in Gurdon, Arkansas, to which its headquarters had returned at the time of this writing. In the intervening years, it has moved a long way from its intention, which was to fight superstition and conventionalism, and became a parody of established secret societies. It started out with the intention of having nothing that other orders possess. Originally, there were no lodge rooms. Meetings, or “concatenations,” were held in hotels, the first being at the St. Charles Hotel in New Orleans on February 18, 1892. Even the name is unique. “Hoo-hoo” is not some arcane lumberman’s distress call, but a word coined by one of the founders, Bolling Arthur Johnson, about a month before the order was founded. He used it to describe a lonesome tuft of hair on the head of one Charles H. McCarer. “Concatenated” referred both to the cat, which was chosen as the symbol, and to “concatenation,” or “linking together in a chain.”

The founding members were not just lumbermen. They also included railroad men (who transport lumber) and newspaper men (who cover it with print). The organization chose as its emblem a black cat, to show its disdain for superstition, and based much of its ritual on the cat’s nine lives. Their officers were the Supreme Nine, made up of the Snark, the Senior Hoo-Hoo, the Junior Hoo-Hoo, the Bojum or Boojum, the Scrivenotor, the Jabberwock, the Cuctocacian, the Arcanoper, and the Gurdon. The overall leader was the Snark of the Universe. One of the high points of the ritual was the Embalming of the Snark, by which process he passed into the House of Ancients.
The organization is still around, Hoo-Hoo.org, but it doesn't seem as fun and irreverent as before.

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Audrey Munson: Star (Crossed) Maiden

In My Fascination with Nudies: Collecting Nude Art, Val mentions Alexander Stirling Calder's sculpture, Star Maiden, created for the 1915 Panama Pacific International Exposition and up for auction June 21st by Michaan’s Auctions by the Bay.

Audrey Marie Munson was the 15 year old model for the piece.

It is said that she was discovered by chance in New York City by Ralph Draper, a professional photographer who passed Munson and her (divorced) mother walking down the street. Draper is said to have told mom that her daughter's face is one he longed to photograph. She consented and didn't seem to mind that her daughter would be nude.



Draper took many photographs, some of which he showed to his artist friend, Isidore Konti.

Quickly Munson becomes a society darling and model of choice for artistic nudes by all the big-name sculptors and painters, posing for hundreds of works that still adorn public buildings and museums.



As the "the girl with the ideal figure" Munson was the model for 94 versions of Star Maiden & other sculptures at the Panama-Pacific International Exposition -- said to be 75% of all the female-figure works at the Exposition. From BikiniScience.com:
Munson is chosen to be the featured model for sculptures which tell the story of the Panama Pacific International Exposition in San Francisco. Her nude body rides atop an oxcart (1) , sits atop a fountain (2), and bears water in angelic form (3). She wears a barebreasted halter as she reclines on a phallic fish (4), wears a diaphanous and revealing costume as the "Star Girl" (5), and bares her breasts and pubis as an angel (6).
Likely as a result of her err, exposure in California at the expo, Munson moved to California and got a contract with the American Film Company.

Her first project was as an actress on a special-project basis with Thanhouser. The five-reel film was George Foster Platt's Inspiration (1915), the story of (surprise!) a sculptor's model, in which "the girl with the ideal figure" poses nude in classic artwork poses. (The film was reissued by the Arrow Film Corporation in 1918 as The Perfect Model).



Inspiration is often credited as the first time that a woman appeared fully nude on film. I think it is more accurate to say that this is the first time a mainstream or legitimate full-feature film had the leading actress go completely nude, without body stocking, and that while Munson was the lead, she was not yet a "film star" (still leaving Kellerman her title of first star to go nude in a feature film).


There was, of course, controversy about Inspiration and its nudity, picketing and the like, but censors were reluctant to ban the film, fearing they would then also have to ban Renaissance art & close museums as such art was featured in the film.

The film was big at the box office, and a year later she would star in Rea Burger's 7-reel silent film, Purity (1916), in a dual role as a spirit figure and as (yet another) country-girl turned nude artist's model. From The New York Times:
Just in case there was any doubt that this American Film Company production was meant to be an allegory, the authors helpfully bestowed upon the characters such names as Purity, Virtue, Evil, Luston Black and Judith Lure! Cast in the dual role of Virtue and Purity, Audrey Munson enjoys the attentions of poet Thornton Darcy (Nigel de Brulier) and Claude Lamarque (Alfred Hollingsworth). But watch out for that no-good snake Luston Black (William A. Carroll) and his scheming mistress Judith Lure (Eugenie Forde). "To the Pure, All Things Are Pure" read one of the film's subtitles. Maybe so, but any film that banked so heavily on the undraped beauty of leading lady Audrey Munson) could not have helped but plant a few impure thoughts in the minds of its male spectators.

It was in this year, 1916, that Munson is said to appear on US coins. Having been Adolph Alexander Weinman's model, she appears on dimes minted from 1916-1945 called the Winged Liberty Head dime but often (mistakenly) called the "Mercury" dime (kindly note the discrepancy on the model information) as well as the Walking Liberty half-dollar (1916-1947).



In 1918, Munson appeared in The Girl O' Dreams:
After the death of his young wife, Phillip Fletcher, a millionaire and sculptor, makes his home on an uncharted desert island. Harry LeRoy, a cad who is courting the widow Mrs. Hansen, desires the widow's convent-bred daughter Norma and persuades mother and daughter to accompany him on a sea cruise. When the ship catches fire, Norma, abandoned by LeRoy and her mother in the confusion, is washed ashore on Phillip's island. Phillip clothes and shelters Norma, whose mind has become childlike from shock, and uses her as a model for his sculptures. Through Phillip's friend Jack, a photo of one of the sculptures travels to America, where LeRoy sees it and subsequently finds his way to Phillip's island. LeRoy tries to rape Norma, and in the ensuing struggle LeRoy is killed and Norma recovers her adult personality. Phillip, who is in love with Norma, sorrowfully returns her to the United States, but Norma does not board the boat, and Phillip, finding her posing as one of his statues when he returns to his hut, finally declares his love.
Talk about your typecasting.

While the films were box office successes, the reviews were mixed, and one can only imagine how quickly the novelty of the nude model turned actress whose only real roles were that of nude models lost its lust-her.

Munson returned to New York and her mother.

In 1919, back in New York, she and her mother lived in a boarding house owned by Dr. Walter Wilkins. Wilkins fell in love with her, murdering his wife, Julia, with a hammer so he could be available to marry Munson. By the time of the murder, Munson and her mother had left for Canada under the "advice" of Mrs. Wilkins and had nothing to do with the murder, but the police still wanted to question them, resulting in a nationwide hunt for them, with headlines announcing, "Syracuse Model wanted in N.Y.C. Tragedy". When finally questioned in Toronto, the police were satisfied & the women left to return to New York. (Wilkins himself was tried, found guilty, and sentenced; but he hung himself in his prison cell before he could meet the electric chair.)

The Beaux-Arts construction boom was over, fickle Hollywood fame had left, and the dark cloud of scandal hung about her, ending both her modeling & acting careers. While some would say that Munson was forgotten, she did continue to work in public view -- not just present in sculpture and art, but as a columnist.


In the 1920s, she wrote a series of 20 articles for American Weekly, a Sunday insert in The New York American (originally the New York Journal, renamed in 1901), one of the preceding publications merged to form the New York Journal-American, which served as the flagship of William Randolph Hearst's communications empire from 1895 to 1966.

From a NY Times article:
In them she criticized society's lack of respect for models and challenged the prevailing standards of decency and beauty. "All girls cannot be perfect 36s, with bodies of mystic warmth and plastic marble effect, colored with rose and a dash of flame," she wrote. "Of course not."
And in at least one article, Munson wrote of "a man prominent in the theatrical world" (she never named names) who had decided to ruin her career after she resisted his advances.

Munson made one more film, Heedless Moths, which she is credited with writing as well as performing in. Again from the New York Times:
The story involves an incident in the life of notorious early 20th century nude model Audrey Munson. Munson herself appears in various stages of undress, but she doesn't actually play herself -- that's left to Jane Thomas. According to the picture, Munson is supporting herself and her mother through her modeling, but she is actually a good girl -- when a painter makes a play for her, she walks out. She is brought to a celebrated sculptor (Holmes E. Herbert), who is inspired by her beauty and asks her to pose nude for a statue. The sculptor's wife (Hedda Hopper) becomes jealous of all the attention her husband is giving his art and has an affair with the painter. The painter dumps his latest model/mistress for the wife, and the rejected girl swears revenge. She writes a letter to the sculptor informing him that his wife is having dinner with the painter. Munson rushes to take the wife's place at the table and pretends to be drunk when the sculptor shows up. He's so disgusted that he destroys the statue he made of her. Eventually Munson orchestrates a reconciliation between the sculptor and his wife.

It wasn't enough to resurrect a film career -- and enough became enough for Audrey Munson.



After failing to find "the perfect man" in a widely publicized search for a husband in 1922, on the afternoon of May 27, 1922, at her home in Mexico, New York, Audrey Munson swallowed a solution of bichloride of mercury.

From the article that ran May 28th of that year, some interesting notes:

Miss Munson still refuses to disclose the contents of the telegram she received shortly before she tried to take her life. It is thought it may have come from Joseph J. Stevenson, of Ann Arbor, Mich., to whom she said was engaged.

...It became known today that since the announcement of her engagement to Mr. Stevenson, Miss Munson has been calling herself Baroness Audrey Merl Munson-Monson, though the derivation of the title is as much a mystery as her effort to commit suicide.

...Some doubt was expressed in Mexico today as the the authenticity of the telegram.

...An extensive search in Ann Arbor for Joseph J Stevenson, reported engaged to Audrey Munson, has failed to reveal any trace of him. So far as can be learned, no man by that name ever lived here.


She was saved from the suicide attempt, but not really saved at all... On June 8th, 1931, she was admitted to the St. Lawrence State Hospital for the Insane, in nearby Ogdensburg. She was just 40 years old.



To the world she was gone and forgotten.

Which was rather as Munson feared, I suppose, as she wrote this in one of her columns in 1921:
What becomes of the artists’ models? I am wondering if many of my readers have not stood before a masterpiece of lovely sculpture or a remarkable painting of a young girl, her very abandonment of draperies accentuating rather than diminishing her modesty and purity, and asked themselves the question, "Where is she now, this model who was so beautiful?"

Just a few wondered about her... Like Barry Popik (links added by SPS):
So I said how about this, I've got another story, there's this woman named Audrey Munson, and she's on top of this building as "Civic Fame," and we just gilted her statues at great expense, but no one knows who she is, or if she's alive or dead...

"Rescuing a Heroine From the Clutches of Obscurity" appeared in the New York Times, city section, April 14, 1996. It was the only article published on Audrey Munson since 1926, in 70 years. The article mentioned, in passing, that I'd also solved "the Big Apple."

I donated my papers and a copy of the article to the National Sculpture Society. I got a call from a book publisher, and I sent copies of all the papers there as well. One woman, a photographer, called and said she was interested in a photo book about Miss Munson. She had contacted me through the Times. I gave her all my papers and met her and another woman, a writer. I told them that I didn't have any book plans at the moment—I was busy with my father and mother dying, and a full time job, and this Big Apple Boulevard/Corner catastrophe. However, if they were interested, they should contact anyone upstate in her home town of Mexico, NY named "Munson." I never heard from the two women again.

"That Metropolitan Woman" was a book review in the New York Times of October 3,1999. Accompanying the review was a photo of a sculpture identified as Daniel Chester French's "Brooklyn" that was really "Manhattan." The book was American Venus. The authors had gone upstate and had found a treasure trove of Audrey Munson material. Audrey had been living in a mental institution for almost seventy years, until her death in 1996 at age 105. The authors, the review stated, "have made an extraordinary effort to reclaim long-forgotten facts, newspaper clippings and vintage photographs of a once -celebrated life." I wrote a letter to the editor of the book review that, just three years before, in the very same newspaper—yeah, my letter wasn't published.

The book didn't even give me a single credit.
From that article, Rescuing a Heroine From the Clutches of Obscurity:
But such efforts seem incidental in comparison with Mr. Popick's obsession with Miss Munson, a woman he calls "more popular than Cindy Crawford but much uglier." A raven-haired native of Mexico, N.Y., near Syracuse, she starred in a handful of plays and silent movies, but they generally received dismissive reviews. It was her modeling career that made sculptors like Daniel Chester French vie for her services and rave over the dimples in her back.

Mr. Popick might well empathize with her history. He has written numerous plays, short stories and research papers. To date, however, Mr. Popick's efforts have received almost as much scorn as Miss Munson.
Say what you may about Popik, he's worked to get the U. S. Postal Service to issue an Audrey Munson stamp, honoring America's greatest model.

Audrey Munson died February 20, 1996, at age 105, nearly alone &, in something that's past tolerable in irony, in an unmarked grave. Says Joe Schumacher of the blog Audrey Munson: model, muse, forgotten, remembered:
She had been committed to the Ogdensburg Psychiatric Institution in 1931 for what now are largely treatable diseases of depression and schizophrenia. Her parents divorced when Audrey was very young. After her parents died (Edgar is her father) she had no visitors for several decades before being rediscovered by a niece. Audrey Munson is buried in an unmarked grave in her father's plot in the New Haven, NY cemetery.

The Audrey Munson Fund is "collecting funds to finance a gravestone for Munson, who though deceased for more than ten years still doesn’t have one."

In total, Munson starred in four silent films; but only one print of Purity has survived (said to be in an archive in France). But if you want to see her, all you have to do is look her up -- and then, most likely, look up to gaze upon the face and form that has launched a thousand artworks.


Even after her lifetime.

For more on Audrey Munson, see:

Andrea Geyer’s book, Queen of the Artists’ Studios.

PS While the article on Popik says that Munson was in plays, I wonder if Wiki should be linking to this Audrey Munson at the Internet Broadway Database -- if this is the same Munson, she would have been on the stage at 9 years of age. (Then again, I never know what the hell Wiki's going on at Wiki.)

However, it is said that Munson did inspire a bit in Broadway's Oh, Lady, Lady.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Someone Must Remember Gwen

Slip of a Girl sent in these scans of pages presumed to be from a men's magazine and asks if anyone here knows where they came from. This is the problem with scans posted without information &/or "taken & sent along" without information... No one knows how to find the actual publication etc. It's frustrating for collectors. And why I have the "Help" tag/label -- so please, use it.




The only text reads:
Gwen knows that she's guilty of many sins. Her young soul is already burdened with the karma of the hundreds of anonymous male hearts she's callously broken -- simply by walking down the street.

She's also guilty of impure thoughts, forbidden fantasies that would make her dear pastor flush with shame -- and of touching herself in a lewd, indecent manner. Her ripe, hormone-crazed body invites the most wickedly sensual urges to well up within this curvy girl's mind, and many times Gwen has found herself pitiably unable to resist.

Those nights, this pale, pneumatic creature squeezes her big thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the cravings that are too strong to deny. Her sheer white panties
I'm pretty sure Slip sent this in because she's dying to know more about Gwen's panties; but who does like a story interrupted like that?


Anyone with info on the model, publication etc., and additional scans from this pictorial &/or story, please share your dirty information.

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Monday, June 09, 2008

Have A Fag

I'm going to.



Via Kitschy Kitschy Coo.

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Red Rape

No, it's not a menstruation situation; it's a pre-cold war pulp to get your blood boiling. One presumes that once you've got your ire up, you'll be ready to take a whack at those Ivans.


From the Conelrad.com review:
The testosterone-bursting speculative adventure begins – literally – with a Russian gang rape and submachine gun fire from the capitalist hero and rescuer of women, Danny Fare. Sellers' immediately exposes the reader to the grim near-future realities of an America under the occupation of the "Reds" or, as they are frequently referred to, "Ivans." The protagonist (Fare) spirits the damsel-in-distress, Fran Wilson, from the scene of her defilement to safety, but not before finding time to disfigure his own treasonous wife, Marta, for sleeping with an "Ivan." Fare brands Marta's pretty face – the tradition of the new American resistance – with the same knife blade that he has just used to kill her Soviet sugar daddy (for good measure, he slits the Russian's throat while the thug is in mid boot-knocking coitus with Marta).
Via Boing Boing (so nice, they named it twice).

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Eve Arnold: Master Photographer & Living Legend

Eve Arnold is most famous for her intimate photos of Marilyn Monroe...



But there's so much more to the master photographer's portfolio & talent.

Deanna on Eve Arnold's photographs:
If the mark of a really good novel is that you think of the characters long after the book ends, then photographs of people ought to do the same. Eve Arnold’s photos do that. Even if you think you know the people in the portraits.

And when you don’t know the people in the photographs? You long to…
I agree that the photos of "unknows" are even more amazing -- or is it that I am, like Deanna, intrigued by what I do not know...
In fact, if I have one complaint about Arnold’s works, it’s that I can’t find out enough. I know that photographers believe that a photo is worth a thousand words, but often they do not seem to document the details which I long to know… A perpetual problem for me, I know; but still, why can’t I find out more about Charlotte Stribling aka ‘Fabulous’? Or Girl Holding Head, Insane Asylum, Haiti 1954?
I'd love to find out more about Lesbian Wedding celebration, England 1965.


Then again, Angelica Huston is showing off her panties to her dad seems worthy of an explanation...



Arnold currently has an exhibit at the David Gallery.

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That's "Asanas", Not "Ass-Annas"

Nothing says "the natural 70's" like yoga au naturel.




Naked Yoga: First Series of Asanas, photography by John Adams and written by Malcolm Leigh, 60 pages in length, stapled covers, priced at 60p (London, Fabbri & Partners Ltd. 1973).
"In the photographs, the bodies are naked. The results of Yoga will not be just an increase in something known, but an entirely new and fresh set of experiences. Just as the mind best experiences new thoughts in silence, so the body will become aware of its new sensitivity in the absence of clothes."
Such sensitivity can only lead to sweaty mats -- both the exercise variety, and those Matts who enjoy the book's photos.







Naked Yoga: Second Series of Asanas with photography by John Adams and written by Malcolm Leigh, 60 pages in length, stapled covers, priced at 60p (London, Fabbri & Partners Ltd. 1973).







Naked Yoga: Third Series of Asanas, photography by John Adams and written by Malcolm Leigh, 60 pages (11 x 8.75 inches), stapled covers, priced at 60p (London, Fabbri & Partners Ltd. 1973).


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Friday, June 06, 2008

Bobby Riggs, Male Chauvinist Pig

Also from that article by Gracie I've already mentioned, comes this image of Bobby Riggs, Male Chauvinist Pig.

It's not just us saying it, and we didn't Photoshop it -- Riggs himself wore that shirt.

And he said that he wanted to be the number one chauvinist pig.

I'm just helping fulfill his wishes, helping him with his legend status.

I'm nice like that.

You can find out more about Riggs here, including other cool memorabilia and photos. Like this one of Bobby in drag.

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Cosmo Is Confusing

In Figuring Out Feminism ~ The First Time, Gracie discusses the cognitive dissonance of growing up in the 70's, comparing feminism to a faith by saying, "Equality was as much a belief and faith as any religion back then, for as much as you heard, there was little to actually see."

Just one example:

I didn't go to any of the meetings, but Phil Donahue and copies of Cosmo (magazines left lying around in everyone's home, while the Playboys were hidden) told me of such groups. Some women gathered with mirrors to look at their vaginas and tell themselves how beautiful they were ~ a grown-up version of Free to Be... You and Me. Others, who presumably had already done the mirror thing, met to discuss sex as power, how women had it and that it was OK to use it ~ and if he didn't respond to it, he was likely gay. And that was OK too. As was the fact that you might not only find women succumbing to your sexual power, but you might prefer it. All of this likely sent more than a few women back to the mirror with questions.

But while Donahue wore a skirt (further developing my crush on him), I didn't see any other men following suit. (But three-piece suits were definitely dwindling.) And while Cosmo told us that it was OK to go to an orgy, they did so while telling women what to wear ~ which really seemed to send the message of dressing for others, not of the freedom portended.

Being of a similar age, I agree with the confusion... And the fact that even today, Cosmo mags, with all their sex talk & images, can lay 'round the house -- but for gawd's sake, hide the Playboys!

Gracie credits the Cosmo image from Cosmopolitan & Me: 40 Years Old, a post from which I will be pulling lots of future posts myself. (Just a friendly warning.)

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Going Googie

Of Happy Madmen & Radio covers a story in a 1938 issue of Radio Guide on how the "modern miracle" of radio is working wonders for "America's 400,000 mentally ill." In it we meet the delightful Mrs. Diggs:
Take a look at Mrs. Diggs. Mrs. Diggs is a Negro, a man, who considers himself the most beautiful white woman in the world. He says he has letters from President Roosevelt, Will Hayes, Lindbergh and Joe Louis telling him so. What's more, he's the mother of all the white people in the world.

Also in that post (which is fascinating), is this quote on the sentiments of inpatients regarding Gracie Allen:
"Most of the patients like Gracie Allen, all right -- but not because they feel any strange bonds of sympathy or understanding. They think she's nuts, and very, very funny."
The clinically insane of 1938 may have thought Gracie was nuts and loved her for it, but they weren't alone. George Burns felt that way himself.


From People magazine (via this fan site):

Once, in the middle of the night, Gracie elbowed George and asked him to make her laugh. Half-asleep, he mumbled, "Googie, googie, googie." It became his pet name for her...
...True, their marriage did have its rough spots. One oft-repeated story has it that whenever Gracie suspected George of philandering, he would buy her an expensive gift. "I wish George would find another girlfriend," she once told a friend. "I could use a silver-fox jacket."
However they managed -- and they did manage for 38 showbiz years -- Googie and Natty did so with humor and love. Right up until the end:
Burns never made a secret of the tough time he had dealing with his loss. "When I miss her a great deal, I crawl in on her side of the bed, in the middle of the day even," he told Carol Channing. "I stay there until I feel warm and good, and then I go on about my business." He also became somewhat of a fixture at Hollywood's Forest Lawn Cemetery, where every month he would go to the mausoleum to talk to Gracie. "I don't know if she hears me," he said. "But after speaking to her, I feel better."

That their chats should continue beyond the grave didn't really seem so odd. Throughout his life, whenever people asked Burns how to make a marriage work, he had a standard response: "I tell them the answer's easy--marry Gracie." Taking his own advice, he never married again.

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Art Is Your Breast Defense

Slip of a Girl's friend, artist Charlene Lanzel, has her painted bust artwork, the World Famous *BOB*, featured in the Breast Defense: Glamour Girls for Early Detection show & was interviewed in the Las Vegas Sun about the exhibit.



The exhibit is a collection of one-of-a-kind plaster molds cast from the busts of such legendary burlesque icons as Tura Satana (Miss Japan Beautiful, Russ Meyer's Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!), shown below.



Breast Defense, presented by the Keep a Breast Foundation & the Burlesque Hall of Fame, is a part of this weekend's Exotic World Weekend, but if you can't make it to Vegas this weekend, the casts will be on display at Downtown Las Vegas' The Fallout Gallery until June 28, 2008.

And then the casts will be auctioned on eBay, as have the previous casts. Shaney Jo Darden, co-founder and executive director of Keep a Breast, says the casts have raised $300,000 for the organizations. The most paid for a cast was $10,000.

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Candice Bergen

"I may not be the greatest actress but I've become the greatest at screen orgasms. Ten seconds of heavy breathing, roll your head from side to side, simulate a slight asthma attack and die a little."

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I Love Lace, But Not Lovelace

I know taste is subjective, but who puts Linda Lovelace ahead of Annie Sprinkle and Vanessa Del Rio on their list of best classic porn stars?

GameLink did, on their list of Top 10 Classic 70s Porn Stars. They even put her at #1, while Sprinkle's at #8 and Del Rio's at #10. I don't get it.

I get that Lovelace made porn a household word, but she also turned ninny and denounced porn. And, politics aside, for pure aesthetics, you can't beat the beauty and enthusiasm of either Sprinkle or Del Rio.

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High-Five Fridays #19

High-Five Fridays is still on hiatus; but I'm still playing.

1) 'Tis the season: Feminist buttons circa 1968 - 1972.

2) From her collection of "sex toys that maybe should have never been..." (I've seen plenty of ads for this one; but do not have any of the actual vibes.)

3) The 60's Aren't Dead, even if Bo Diddley and Alton Kelley are.

4) The true tale of browsing a book collection during an orgy, discovering first editions splattered with the former owner's blood. Da-y-mn. (Via Hang Fire Books.)

5) Comstockery in the 21st Century:
If we can thank Anthony Comstock, founder of the New York Society for the Suppression of Vice and famed censor, for nothing else, there is this: much of what we know about the sexual subcultures of 19th-century New York is thanks to the efforts of Comstock. Much of the Society's intelligence on the moral depravity of the time came from the personal efforts of Comstock, who went to the fleshpots of the city himself to observe the offenses to common decency and recorded them in meticulous detail to be included in the Society's reports.

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Humor: Kor(Man) Values

Harvey Korman's passing reminds me just how sexy humor is...

And how not sexy are those who are missing a sense of humor, demented or not.

But this is about Korman.

I remember being allowed to stay up late and watch The Carol Burnett Show. Korman was rather dashing to me. I know Lyle Waggoner was supposed to be the stud, "tall dark & handsome"; but Korman was tall dork and handsome, and that won me over.

(Which explains why Tim Conway was put in the pile with Artie Johnson -- funny & cute, but not tall enough for me. Sorry, guys.)

I loved that Korman often couldn't keep a straight face. That somehow made him less imposing and more human, especially to a goofy, dorky girl like me.

Therefore, I don't want to wish Harvey the traditional, "Rest in peace", but a more meaningful, "Go do that voodoo that you do so well!"



In honor of Korman, I recommend watching Blazing Saddles.

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More Accurate Than Sex Ed In Schools

Calvin & Hobbes on how babies are made:

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