Sunday, March 15, 2009

Make Him Sit Up & Beg

Deanna, aka Pop Tart, send me these images while searching for items for her "Dames & Dogs" posts. (See also her post of a dog enjoying an up-skirt view.)




You should not give canines chocolate; similarly, human dawgs should thus be teased.

Both illustrations by A. K. MacDonald appeared in the February 28 1934 issue of The Sketch and are titled Delikatessen!

The Sketch
, one of Ingram's "Illustrated Newspapers" was published in London from 1893-1959. The publication was "entertainment for the masses," focusing on music hall, vaudeville, early cinema, pin-up, high society, sporting occasions and light gossip. Just our cup of tea! It began as a weekly publication & then was published fortnightly from mid-WW2 onwards.

A.K. MacDonald, aka Alistair MacDonald aka Alistair K. MacDonald (1898-1947), was an illustrator whose art nouveau postcards are highly collectible. Like Kirchner, MacDonald also did charming erotic nudes.


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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Weston Nude Photograph Auction

This Weston nude photograph titled Nude (Charis, Santa Monica) will be up for auction March 30 at Sotheby's and is expected to fetch $6,000 - 9,000.



The details of the work are as follows:
9 3/8 by 7 1/2 in. (23.8 by 19.1 cm.)

DESCRIPTION

mounted, signed, annotated, and stamped by Cole Weston on the reverse, 1930, printed later by Cole Weston from his father's negative

LITERATURE AND REFERENCES

Conger 968; Edward Weston Nudes, p. 83; Photography and Modernism, pl. 75; Through Another Lens, pl. 29; Edward Weston's Book of Nudes, pl. 39

CATALOGUE NOTE

The full catalogue information for this lot is as follows:

mounted, signed, titled, dated, and numbered '227N' by Cole Weston in pencil and with the 'Negative by Edward Weston/Print by Cole Weston' stamp, on the reverse, matted, 1930, printed later by COLE WESTON from EDWARD WESTON'S negative
If you wonder what impact year of creation, edition, signature etc. have on art auction prices, check out the history of pricing (collected by ArtNet)

Title Nude (Charis, Santa Monica)
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.5 x 7.5 in. / 24.1 x 19.1 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting 1951
Edition ed.100
Cat. Rais. Conger, 968
Found./Pub. Brett Weston, prntr
Misc. Signed, Stamped
Sale Of Sotheby's New York: Tuesday, October 16, 2007 [Lot 194]
Photographs
Estimate 25,000 - 35,000 US$
Sold For 91,000 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude - Charis, Santa Monica (from Fiftieth Anniversary Portfolio)
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.4 x 7.5 in. / 24 x 19 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting 1951
Edition ed.100
Found./Pub. Brett Weston, prntr
Misc. Signed, Stamped
Sale Of Sotheby's New York: Tuesday, October 17, 2006 [Lot 139]
Photographs
Estimate 20,000 - 30,000 US$
Sold For 52,800 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.4 x 7.5 in. / 24 x 19 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Description EDWARD WESTON Nude, 1936 gelatin silver print, printed later by Cole more ...
Edition no. 227N
Found./Pub. Cole Weston, pub.
Misc. Signed, Inscribed, Stamped
Sale Of Christie's New York: Tuesday, October 14, 2008 [Lot 335]
Photographs
Estimate 8,000 - 12,000 US$
Sold For 20,000 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.5 x 7.5 in. / 24.2 x 19.1 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Misc. Signed, Inscribed, Stamped
Sale Of Christie's New York: Thursday, February 15, 2007 [Lot 95]
Photographs
Estimate 4,000 - 6,000 US$
Sold For 18,000 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.3 x 7.5 in. / 23.7 x 19 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Description EDWARD WESTON (1886-1958) Nude, 1936 gelatin silver print, printed more ...
Misc. Signed, Stamped
Sale Of Christie's New York: Wednesday, February 20, 2008 [Lot 190]
Photographs
Estimate 7,000 - 9,000 US$
Sold For 13,750 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.5 x 7.5 in. / 24.2 x 19.1 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Found./Pub. Cole Weston, prntr
Misc. Stamped
Sale Of Christie's New York: Wednesday, October 18, 2006 [Lot 313]
Photographs
Estimate 5,000 - 7,000 US$
Sold For 12,000 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.1 x 7.5 in. / 23.2 x 19.1 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Misc. Signed, Inscribed, Stamped
Sale Of Christie's New York: Thursday, October 18, 2007 [Lot 285]
Photographs
Estimate 5,000 - 7,000 US$
Sold For 10,625 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude (Charis, Santa Monica)
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.4 x 7.4 in. / 23.8 x 18.7 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Description Edward Weston (American, 1886-1958) Nude (Charis, more ...
Misc. Signed, Inscribed, Stamped
Sale Of Bonhams & Butterfields: Wednesday, May 21, 2008 [Lot 185]
Photographs
Estimate 5,000 - 7,000 US$
Sold For 8,400 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude in the doorway, Charis, Santa Monica
Medium gelatin silver print
Size 9.4 x 7.4 in. / 23.8 x 18.7 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Description EDWARD WESTON Nude in the Doorway (Charis, more ...
Misc. Signed, Inscribed, Stamped
Sale Of Phillips de Pury & Company London: Saturday, May 17, 2008 [Lot 205]
Photographs
Estimate 3,000 - 5,000 BP (5,915 - 9,859 US$)
Sold For 4,000 BP (7,887 US$) PREMIUM Currency Converter


Title Nude
Medium gelatin silver print, mntd
Size 9.4 x 7.5 in. / 23.8 x 19.1 cm.
Year 1936 -
Printing/
Casting Later Imp
Found./Pub. Cole Weston, prntr
Misc. Stamped
Sale Of Phillips, de Pury & Company New York: Thursday, June 7, 2007 [Lot 121]
Photographs
Estimate 5,000 - 7,000 US$
Sold For 7,350 US$ PREMIUM Currency Converter

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Vintage Cocktail Pinup Postcard


A Good Mixer
The Shake 'em Up Girl
Unused vintage Tichnor Quality Views (Tichnor Bros) postcard, DG 8 on front, #75968 on the back.

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The Secret Of Isis

I'm rushing to post this because hubby, who regularly reads at the A.V. Club and Metafilter, told me there's been some heavy panting over Oh mighty Isis! and we both knew that I had recently bought at auction a magazine with The Secret of Isis: JoAnna Cameron.

The trouble was, which one? Well, I took the time to page through the stack of vintage & retro mags just for you -- and those Metafilter and Onion folks. Oh, the things I do for you...

But I found it: Inside Celebrity Sleuth's Network Nudes Volume 2, 1986 by Trianon Publications, Inc. (pages 44-45), photos from Cameron's topless and other scanty appearances in Peeled, B.S. I Love You, and Pretty Maids All in a Row.


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Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Since We Blow Money On Nude Babes...

Via Cameo Heaven, a vintage nudie pin-up money clip; reverse-painted on glass.

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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Scream-Singing The Praises Of The Black Canary Figurine

Collin writes of the latest luck of "B-list DC superheroine", the Black Canary, to get have three high end action figures released at once -- and it amuses me.

Barbie collectors recently got a high-end Black Canary figure for about $40, but the figure caused something of an uproar because of Canary's black-leather-and-fishnets attire. While the comic costume is meant to evoke something of a burlesque crimefighting kind of thing, overzealous parents decried Black Canary Barbie as a prostitute, or a participant in that most unholy of all personal practices, bondage. Never mind that most people should be aware by now that many Barbies are intended for adult collectors and are sold as such - someone just needed an excuse to be outraged.

I don't know why Barbie collectors act so damn weird about this stuff when there's not a kid in the world who collects Babs and Co. All the 'fashion dolls' are for adults, of various levels of perversity and orientations, and they have the adult price tags to prove it.

Collin continues:

Tonner's female figures are absolutely the company's strength but my love of females definitely provides a bias. Man, do I love females. While I loved Tonner's Batman, he's a very pretty man. The delicate, angelic doll look that Tonner employs fits so much easier with the female figures, which are radiant and idealized - very true to the idea behind much comic art. Apparently, superpowers make you really, really hot - unless you're being written by Grant Morrison. That guy's messed up.
I love a grown man who not only admits to playing with dolls (and action figures are dolls), but loves the erotic nature of the babes too. (OK, he doesn't quite use any erotic terms, but do I have to fill in all the dots for you?) Here's a passage wherein the collector hints at his lust more specifically:
Correct me if I'm wrong, ladies, but there must be something pretty awesome about modern fishnet technology, because I'm seeing it used everywhere, and more effectively than ever. Even DC Direct's 6" Black Canary action figure had these great fabric fishnets fixed around her legs - which is always so much more aesthetic than sculpted-on fishnets, which often end up looking like scarring from some kind of horrible waffle iron accident instead of high fashion. Canary has great fishnet stockings, and under them is a thin layer of flesh-colored fabric that covers the leg as a second stocking, and completely hides the knee joins, creating a seamless leg very effectively. And the perfect little boots? They zipper down the back. I almost wish I had some kind of weird shoe fetish, because the engineering of these is really impressive.
"Almost wish" you had a shoe fetish? Sounds like you're already there, Collin.

Personally, I'm intrigued with the metal stand holding her crotch. Now that looks like a great BDSM toy; part chastity belt, with access for forced orgasms.

I don't know a thing about the Black Canary, but I'm told that her secret weapon is a screaming head -- pretty sure that stand's got something to do with it.

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

It Could Be Me With My Collection; But It's Not

Via Here's Looking Like You, Kid's review of The Knack… and How to Get It (1965), this screen shot of Rita Tushingham (as Nancy) naked in bed, but covered with men's mags.

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Monday, November 24, 2008

And This Is How It Goes For A Collector

Having fallen in love with Queen Marie, I was thrilled to discover in the February 22, 1941 issue of Liberty magazine "Madame Pompadour Of Rumania: The Story of Magda Lupescu and King Carol" by Frederick L. Collins.

Billed as a "new drama in the vivid chronicle of a red-haired woman who ruled a monarch", the story reads like fiction -- an exploitative fictionalized biography with a huge emphasis on lurid depictions of Magda, "the beautiful half-Jewess."







I don't own this magazine; Pop Tart does (she let me read it and sent me these scans) and as I still owe her some magic beans for the Pink Pussycat goodies I can't dare dream of it (yet). However, as this is part four of the serialized story, I'd have at least five more issues to get anyway. (The soap-opera styled teaser at the end promises the next chapter, not the last chapter.) Saved eBay search, here I come.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Pink Pussycat Of Hollywood

Ephemera from The Pink Pussycat of Hollywood, 7969 Santa Monica Boulevard, Hollywood 46, OL 4-0280

Pop Tart traded all of this to me for a player to be named latter. Thank you!

A napkin (one of two!)



The Pink Pussy Cat
Burlesk
"A STAGE FULL
OF THE MOST
EXCITING
GIRLS IN THE WORLD"
A table topper, proclaiming a two drink minimum per person (exclusive of food):

HARRY SCHILLER
presents
The Pink Pussycat
BURLESK
you'll
PURR!!!
when you see
"A stage full of
the most exciting
girls in the
world."
But The Pink Pussycat was more than a club... It was a college of strip tease too. Per Time, November 10, 1961:
Once upon a time, little girls agrowing used to think dreamily of the day they would matriculate at Vassar, Smith, Wellesley, Bryn Mawr or Sweet Briar. But with the population explosion, those colleges, can no longer take care of everyone, and some girls have to settle for less. In Los Angeles, for example, there is the Pink Pussycat College of Striptease.

Founded six months ago, old Pussycat is steeped in tradition, and the campus bustles with a sense of purpose. "There are lots of girls who want to strip, but few know how," said President Harry Schiller in his first baccalaureate address. "Now they got a place where they can come and learn."

Tuition at Pussycat is $100 for a ten-session curriculum. After such basic, required courses as The History and Theory of the Striptease and The Psychology of Inhibitions, girls can major in everything from Applied Sensual Communication to Dynamic Mammary, Navel, and Pelvis Rotation. The entire faculty is Sally Marr, 52, mother of four-letter Comedian Lenny Bruce. With knowledgeability gained during her career as a tank nightclub comedienne, Professor Marr lectures her pupils: "Keep your eyes on the audience at all times. Learn how to look at one man and take your clothes off for him. Not too much bump and not too much grind—that's passé and went out with Minsky."

To prepare for a screen role in Seven Thieves, Actress Joan Collins dropped in at Pink Pussycat College to see how it is done. But most undergraduates are less celebrated—ambitious unknowns with names like Dee Pontius and Jo Lynn, who will go out into the world after graduation with new professional names selected by the college's vocational-guidance department: Peeler Lawford, Fran Sinatra, Toni Curtis.

Old Pussycat, says President Schiller, is filling a vital need "in a field barren of talent and ideas." Indeed, just as Cambridge University developed soon after Oxford, old Pussycat may some day stand at the head of a great line of U.S. institutions of higher learning, ranging from the University of Pantsylvania to Tartmouth and M. I. Tease.

And I've got the application too, © 1962. The cover:



From the inside:
Admission Requirements:
1. Over twenty one

2. High moral character

3. Seriously interested in the art of strip tease

4. Voluptuous body
Tuition: $100

Vocational advice and assistance is provided for all students

COURSES OF INSTRUCTION

1. History and Theory Of the Strip Tease

2. Psychology of Inhibitions

3. Controlling the Structural Components Of the Anatomy

4. Applied Sensual Communication

5. Elementary Bumps and Grinds

6. Methodoology of Teasing, Tantalizing, and Titillating

7. Fundamentals of Taking-It-Off

8. Dynamic Mammary, Navel, and Pelvic Rotation and Oscillation

9. Experimental Workshop

10. Advanced Studies and Seminar In New Trends and Techniques Of the Strip Tease


Here's the application itself.



And tucked inside, an insert for a Pink Pussycat Tease-Shirt, © 1966:

What's pink and cuddly and worn almost all over? And has "THE NAVEL ACADEMY OF THE WEST" written in purrrfectly svelte black velveteen? And is 100% warm, cuddly, pussycat-pink cotton? And you can buy it only from the famous Pink Pussycat in Hollywood? And costs only $5.00
Give up? She will... when you give her the Pink Pussycat Tease-Shirt.
The order form:

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Friday, November 14, 2008

Think I'm Sexy? Bark A Loud "Boing" For Me

Pop Tart of Kitschy Kitschy Coo sent me the following clip from a "Jabberwocky and Jive" column in Calling All Girls, December, 1945.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

Never Too Much Gay Head; That's What She Said

It's not what you think; but it's still pretty fun.

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She'll Kitsch You Goodnight

If you liked the retro nudie radios, you might find this lights you up too.




Box is marked MADE IN HONG KONG, NO 311 F.

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Risque Fun With Lederhosen

This naughty souvenir lederhosen coin purse expresses greetings from Ulm (in the 70's) -- and it has a message for those of you who dare to open the flap.




"Sei nicht so neugierig" loosely translates to "Don't be so curious".

Oh, but I am *wink*

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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Nude, Laying On Side (Unknown Artist)

It occurs to me that I have not ever shown you any of the sketches found in that Paramount Folder. Since it clearly belonged to a student of the arts (formalized education or no, I cannot say), it seems only proper to show examples of his or her work.

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

To Provide For The Various Phases Incident To Love, Courtship & Marriage

Love Letters With Directions How To Write Them by Ingoldsby North includes "the Art of Secret Writing, the language of Love portrayed, and rules of grammar" -- Because the various phases incident to love are affected by grammar.


An ad in the back of Donohue's Vest Pocket Webster's Dictionary & Complete Manual of Parliamentary Practice, copyright 1901.

Reprints of the book are readily available.

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Vintage Domestic Violence S&P Shakers Really Shake Me Up

The seller says these salt & pepper shakers are:
a little risque....a little naughty by 1940's standards anyways....they are along the line of "Jiggs and Maggie", if you remember that cartoon strip.
(Link added by SPS.)



Risque?!

Let's get real here. The woman brandishes a rolling pin -- from the lump on his head, she's connected at least once already. How does he retaliate? By removing her breast!




Honestly, just where did one display or use such S&P shakers? At the dinner table with the kids? When one entertained business associates? When the in-laws came over? Or maybe they were just used in the basement or rec-room bar, where drunk folks thought such risque things were supposed to be.

We're concerned (yet again) with a bare breast but not the violence -- even when the violence has severed a breast.

These are so bad that I must have them; like African Americans collect the horrible history that is Black Americana, I must have them.

I don't ask you for much, readers... So donate money to me so that I may buy them -- or let me know that you'll be buying them for me. (No need to bid against one another now!)

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Sleezy Pulp I Just Couldn't Buy

We all know pulp novels (which is a category of books wider than the term 'pulp' technically refers to) are exploitative works; but sometimes I just have to draw the line. Even if it's only 50 cents at a thrift shop.

Today's example, a copy of Super Cop Joe Blaze #3, The Thrill Killers, by Robert Novak.



It's not that I don't need to start collecting a bad series of cop adventure novels (supposedly by a Washington pundit), it's not that today I needed 50 extra pennies of my meager budget to go towards something else; I had after all lifted the book up to see what it was about. Nay, my refusal was based entirely upon the front cover text:
Nurses were being brutally raped then carved to ribbons by a pair of killers looking for kicks
My initial reaction was, "Aren't the readers lusting over the same kicks?"

And the more I ponder it the more my reaction stays the same, for the book doesn't say a single word, however clichéd, about how said super cop 'vowed revenge' or thought these murderers the 'worst sort of criminal'.

Instead it sells the rape & mutilation of women -- nurses who, by the way, are the pulp icons of 'good innocent & intelligent girls'.

Sexism, in light of the times & target consumer, may be rampant in pulp novels; but such misogyny is quite another thing entirely.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Of Marilyn Monroe's Personal Effects (And Their Effects)

Apparently I missed the Vanity Fair issue on the newly cataloged personal effects of Marilyn Monroe. Or maybe I'm just evolving into a better person with enough will power to resist the further torture of Monroe.

At the risk of regression, I have to point out this gem of a quote from Marilyn on the mutual non-love affair between herself & Tony Curtis on (and likely off) the set of Some Like It Hot.



In a letter to a friend she wrote:
"There is only one way he could comment on my sexuality and I'm afraid he's never had the opportunity."
Aces.

The fact that Marilyn owned a child's recording of Walt Disney's Snow White is sweet...



I'm trying to resist all urges to comment on how Monroe had too many dwarfs in her life... How she was not only both Madonna & Whore, but both the Sweet Princess and the Evil Queen, poisoning herself into slumbers that only the kiss of true love could wake her from...

Oh crap. Look what I've just done.

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Original Playboy Art Auction

A limited number of classic original art works from Playboy's legendary archives are being via Heritage Auction Galleries on October 15.

Playboy—The Art of Beauty is a "selected group of 16 sexy, humorous artworks represents some of Playboy’s most renowned contributors, including Alberto Vargas, LeRoy Neiman and Gahan Wilson, as well as four full-length, full-color Little Annie Fannie strips by Harvey Kurtzman."

Should your pockets be deeper than mine, you can view the offerings and bid here -- and if your pockets are deeper than mine, please consider donating winnings to me.

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Monday, October 13, 2008

Women Who Collect Porn, Erotica & Sex History

Gracie on the Sisterhood Of Smut Collectors:
Many women are searching for the answers to what it means to be female, historically and right this minute, and how we feel about that ~ and we're using porn & erotic materials to do it.

...No matter who the body before us belongs to, it becomes our own. That could be our tits, our ass, our labia spread wide open like a briefcase on his desk. We could be the whipper or the whipee. Just how do we feel about all that?
Image via my Paramount Folder.

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That Ends Well, I Guess

I went to the Trash or Treasure events at the Plains Art Museum this past weekend and had Wes Cowan appraise that naughty bit of ephemera from the Jac F. Donges Hat & Glove shop/Schuch's Resort.



Cowan said it was "an advertising trade card", and worth "a couple of bucks".

I can't argue; that's what I paid. But what is it about ephemera which makes it so valuable to me yet utterly worthless as an antique or collectible?

I should just count my blessings that I can afford things like this which thrill me.

The lasting effect of the experience is that I'm acutely aware that I have more research to do on this piece. Perhaps that's my happy ending; more intellectual masturbation.

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Winchell May Have Always Been Right... But Am I?

A rather crudely drawn postcard, featuring a woman behind a dressing screen in a doctor's office. She appears to be nude, except for her shoes; her stockings and bra draped over the screen. The male doctor appraises her.

"ARE YOU SURE DOCTOR?
WINCHELL'S ALWAYS
BEEN RIGHT BEFORE"
I gather the Winchell referenced is Walter Winchell, making this a humorous stab of gossip about the doctor's reputation, or the woman's, as well as Winchell's.

Then again, my guess that it's Walter Winchell is based, in part, upon the fact that the postcard's incomplete sentence relies heavily on the reader knowing about Winchell & the period's current events and persons -- something Winchell himself was known for.

Not knowing the context, the postcard becomes cryptic & convoluted. The humor is hinted at, but like a child hearing a double entendre, I just don't have enough knowledge to share the laugh.

I appreciate any information from readers.

Other postcard info: Signed ERICK (or E RICK). Divided back, unused; published/printed by Glacier Stationery Co., Great Falls, Mont. No year, circa 1940's - 1950's.

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Monday, October 06, 2008

Pottery Sex Therapy

Many thanks to Will for sending me this ages ago -- pottery bookends found at a thrift shop. Take a good look, because there's a lot going on all over these bookends.


Apparently the photo taker/shopper, drowningmermaid, had not even noticed the genitalia and screwing:
I like to imagine that these bookends are zombies and their beards are made of brains.
EDIT: HOLY SHIT, you guys!! I didn't even notice all the sexual stuff before. I kept going back to them in the store because there was something about them but I couldn't pinpoint it. I'm going back tomorrow and I'm buying them!! The call has been made to the store. They're behind the counter waiting for me! WOO and HOO!
Too bad, because for $2 I was gonna ask the mermaid to get them for me.

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Saturday, October 04, 2008

Grab A Pair


The seller of this reprint, who has marked the image with his seller ID, claims this is a reprint of an item from his own collection -- but sadly says nothing else about it. (Too bad, because I occasionally buy reprints if I know something about the original.) The fruit & breasts as wares on display naturally reminds me of the vintage bumper crop of boobies promo piece.

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Friday, September 26, 2008

High-Five Fridays On A Friday Evening


This week's High-Five Fridays...

1) Slip of a Girl is looking for more information about this photo -- help her if you can!

2) The Educational Alliance at 197 E. Broadway, New York, has a History of Jews, Sex and Politics on the Lower East Side Walking Tour on Sunday, September, 28, 2008, from 2:00-3:30 PM:
Discover the lurid secrets of sex and sexuality as you wind through the streets of the Jewish Lower East Side. Spanning from the 1880's to the 21st century, from synagogues to sex shops, the former shtetl will come alive with tales of Jewish prostitution, pornographers, birth control pioneers, undergarment peddlers, bath houses, burlesque performers, erotica, fetish and fashion.
3) CR/LF alerts us to the legal rukus over the photos from Marilyn's last sitting -- reminding us of intellectual property rights issues as he does so.

4) I may not technically be a museum, but I follow this stuff: MW2009 Call for Participation.

5) Feministing has a call for submissions: What Made You a Feminist? Might actually submit something... You?

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Gal Loses Head Over Vintage Photo Clipping

When this was cut out of the mag, that left this lady with a partial head. I didn't think most of you would mind not being able to meet her gaze. But maybe you do... I don't know; you tell me.

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Proof Of The Pussy's Popularity

This 1933 photo of Carole Lombard & cat sold for $759.99.



No tit, just cat; no pink, just black & white.

Via A Tad Too Much Tan For Taupe.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

"If only she hadn't cut her hair by herself in the dark with a bread knife, she would easily be one of the hottest women in my collection"

So says Rex Parker of the woman on the cover of One-Way Ticket. (Link found via A Slip of a Girl.)

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Friday, September 12, 2008

If That Pirate's Hand Were Any Limper...

This vintage ad, via Kitschy Kitschy Coo, extols the sex appeal of stamp collecting while exploiting horrible gay stereotypes.



Speaking of stamp collecting, one of my friends used to collect stamps but she tired of "all the lame jokes about being unwilling to lick things". As in, "She choses philately over fellatio," and "He'd rather lick stamps than his girlfriend -- but as a collector, he never licks stamps, so...".

I told her any cunning-liguist would have been able to turn each of those around to his or her favor; certainly any jokes about my collecting never deter me.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sanity In Art Circa 1936 (Or, Let's Hate Modernism)

Inside the Parmount folder I found pages 5-8 of The Milwaukee Journal from Sunday, August 9, 1936. The pages appear to be from the "art" section, with lots of interesting bits on what was happening in arts at the time. None, perhaps, more interesting to me than this article, Mrs. Logan, Chicago Art Patron, Writes Book Against Modernism, which was published on page 6.



It's so grand, I have to type it all out -- giving you no reason not to read it:
Mrs. Frank G. Logan, Chicago, originator of the now nation-wide Sanity in Art movement, has announced that she will carry her fight against "modern, moronic grotesqueries" right into the American home.

Plan citizens of this country, accustomed to talking their art as the museums hand it to them, will become conscious of the fraud that is being perpetrated against them, says Mrs. Logan, and "sweep the rubbish from the galleries."

Mrs. Logan, whose state of nerves over art followed a predominantly modern exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago last winter, is the wife of an institute trustee and donor of the Logan prizes and many other art awards, as well as a generous contributor to the institute.

Calls It Junk

"Even a kitchen calendar can be an inspiration to the housewife if it shows a reproduction of one of the old masters," Mrs. Logan said as she sat in her drawing room facing a Rembrandt and surrounded by a collection including Corot, Rousseau, Van Dyck, Seyffert, Jacques and Hoppner.

"If everyone surrounded himself with copies of our beloved old masters--which we can get for 50 cents--the people would become imbued with a new appreciation of art and would not tolerate the miserable junk some of our museums are showing and calling modern art."

Turner, Ruebns, Innes, and El Greco were among those Mrs. Logan listed for reproduction on calendars and in inexpensive prints to help restore sanity in art judgment to housewives. In course of time the housewife is able to add to the cultural objects in her home in a manner which will create in her children the desire for the better things in life, according to Mrs. Logan.

A Forthcoming Book

While emphasizing that she is in no sense a dictator and wants only to lead people to their best judgment, Mrs. Logan said she was writing a book, also to be called "Sanity in Art," which she hopes will show everybody the folly of modernism.

"I'm deliberately making it an inexpensive book," she said, "so that everyone can have it. I shall use 30 cuts to contrast what is offensive and ridiculous in modern art with the work of real masters, old and new."

Mrs. Logan, who led a fight which resulted in officials in the Art Institute of Chicago bringing "song of the Lark" out of the dusty basement, at least for a time, protested that she is not advocating "mere prettiness which soon palls, but the beauty of form, whether it be of nature of human."

The crusade is carried over the radio and by mail by Mrs. Logan. Each day brings her a gratifying packet of fan mail. Particularly active branch chapters have been formed in Kansas City, Pittsburgh, Greenwich, Conn., and Minneapolis, she said.
Mrs. Logan was Josephine Hancock Logan, the daughter of Col. John Lane Hancock (1812-1883), a colonel in the Civil War who later established the largest meatpacking house in Chicago who went on to serve as president of the Chicago Board of Trade, and the wife of Frank Granger Logan, founder of the brokerage house of Logan & Bryan. She is credited as having written books of verse, including Lights and Shadows and Heights and Depths, and "many lyrics including a Negro monolog entitled Longing." But it's the Sanity in Art movement for which Mrs. Logan is (if at all) remembered.

The Sanity in Art movement spread to more locations than noted in The Milwaukee Journal article. In this 1940 Time article article the leader of the Boston branch, Margaret Fitzhugh Browne -- called "the Society's old-maid president" -- is quoted as saying, "[The Picasso show] is an exhibition of crazy stuff. People who went to the show flocked to join the Society for Sanity in Art."

I think this says plenty about the group's philosophy and just who would join -- as well as Time's stance on modernism, despite loud out-burst from 'the public' against it.

However, if you think it was a Picasso which had Josephine Logan's panties in a bunch, it wasn't. Her bloomers became bunched when the Chicago Art Institute gave the Logan prize to Doris Lee's Thanksgiving in 1935; Mrs. Logan was so miffed that she formed an official society, complete with "Inc." and the book, as you've read, was part of the gospel.



In Time's review, they quote Logan from her book Sanity in Art:
Sanity in Art means soundness, rationalism, a correct integration of the art work itself in accordance with some internal logic. We know sanity is often difficult to define, and we also know insanity is often apparent at a glance. ... I have been called an iconoclast, and indeed I am one, in that I am trying to destroy false gods that have been forced upon us in the museums.
I find her statements that the false gods of modernism would be forced upon "us" very intriguing... Certainly her husband had some pull (or push) at the Chicago museum, yet she felt that the art was foisted upon museums. An odd statement as museums are seen (and usually have been seen) as the arbitrators of taste and 'what is art'; gate-keepers who dictate or bestow than those foisted-up or dictated to. Perhaps Mrs. Logan chafed at the younger folks who made more decisions regarding these matters (employees and younger trustees vs. old men like her husband). Or perhaps Mrs. Frank G. Logan chafed at being a woman with no say -- other than to push Mr. Logan, who was, by all accounts at this time anyway, a rather retiring gentleman. But in any case, Josephine, who has more influence than most, feels that 'someone' is duping 'us'. It's curious and makes me wish for her journals & diaries... Perhaps the old grand dame had taken young artists under her wing too *wink*

Back to what we do know.

The Society for Sanity in Art was, to quote Ask Art, "opposed to all forms of modernism, including abstract expressionism, surrealism, and many other changes going on in the world at that time."

I think it's important to note that indeed, the times, they were a-changin' and Mrs. Logan, then approximately 73, wasn't the only one resisting. As noted in the introduction to Women Building Chicago 1790-1990: A Biographical Dictionary, edited by Rima Lunin Schultz and Adele Hast (2001), published at the Chicago History Fair site, there were lots of responses to the changing times. Here's a bit from the book's introduction on the Chicago art scene at the time :
In the art world, conservatives split from the Chicago Society of Artists and formed a new organization, the Association of Chicago Painters and Sculptors, leaving the modernist core to run the Chicago Society of Artists. Josephine Logan's Sanity in Art organization, founded in 1936, attacked the aesthetics of modernism; Eleanor Jewett, art critic for the Chicago Tribune, shared Logan's point of view and labeled the works of Paul Cezanne, Paul Gauguin, and Vincent van Gogh brutal, primitive, and childish.
An example of Josephine Logan's power (and her own primitive & childish charm) is told in the following story of when the Chicago Art Institute opened its 47th annual show in 1936:
Last week's Chicago Art Institute show carefully avoided any of the extreme schools of U. S. painting, was described by Chicago's ablest critic, Clarence Joseph Bulliet (Chicago Daily News), as "a sedate show of practically unrelieved conservatism." The jury for painting-Edmund Archer, John Steuart Curry, Jerry Farnsworth, Meyric Rogers, Thomas Tallmadge-salved its artistic conscience by giving Mrs. Logan's prize to an unexceptionable if uninspired studio nude entitled Olympia, by capable, hard-working Robert Philipp of Manhattan.

Late in the afternoon day before the show opened, Mrs. Logan, accompanied by Chicago Tribune Critic Eleanor Jewett, arrived at the museum. Director Robert B. Harshe rushed forward hastily, conducted his patron to the prizewinning Olympia.

"Do you approve, Mrs. Logan? Do you approve?'' he cried anxiously.

"Yes," said Mrs. Logan, "I approve. It is very sweet."

Sweeping through the rest of the gallery, Mrs. Logan looked with marked disfavor on another prizewinner, Earthquake by Jon Corbino, showing a sleeping family on the second floor of a collapsing barn above a group of frightened horses.

"And why, Mr. Harshe," asked she, "should a thing like that be given a prize?" Hanging next to the prizewinning earthquake was a picture by Jim Lee of two amiable Japanese moppets reading a book. As a rebuke. Mrs. Logan bought it.
I cannot find images of Earthquake, nor of the Jim Lee work Logan purchased; but did find the "uninspired studio nude" Olympia by Robert Philipp.



I don't think needs only to rely on Time's characterization that Logan was being a cheeky-little-monkey, purchasing Lee's work to rebuke the award-winning Corbino; I can think of numerous occasions when I've seen such thing.

While Sanity in Art has been called "an aesthetic 'Moral Majority'" * Logan and her ilk were not necessarily prudish when it came to nudity. Being lovers of the classics, they recognized "beauty of form, whether it be of nature of human" such as with Olympia. And even devout movement members who were artists, such as early Sanity in Art member Claudia M. Barkdull McKenzie, created nudes. This is the California painter's Floral Still life with Nude.




"Plump, round-faced Josephine Hancock Logan" not only founded the Society for Sanity in Art, Inc., but gave out its own Sanity in Art Awards. And in 1939 the society had its own first national exhibition at Chicago's Stevens Hotel. Of it, Time said:
Mrs. Logan turned up early, dressed in pink lace, pink gloves, diamond and emerald bracelets, a hat of feathers and flowers. While an eight-piece orchestra played her favorite tunes and she—befeathered, beflowered and bemused—sat humming them, a crowd, many of them oldsters, peered at 255 sane exhibits, murmured brightly: "Isn't it wonderful to see real painting again?" First of the eleven prizes went to Chauncey Ryder, 71, for a harmless landscape; other prizes to sound, conservative Frank W. Benson, 77, mountain-whittling Gutzon Borglum, 68. Herself a little dim about who had won the prizes, Donor Logan purred comfortably: "But they're all my old friends."
Time paints her as some ditzy matron of the arts, forcing me to wonder more about this woman who was so outraged at modernism that she had to start such a public campaign in her 70's. Just a photo would be nice at this point. *sigh*

I could not find any images of the Sanity in Art award, but here's a description from an auction catalog:
SOCIETY FOR SANITY IN ART AWARD MEDAL, 1937. 75.8mm. Bronze. Signed, "Mortens." (MACO) Lightly tarnished Unc. Obverse: SOCIETY FOR SANITY IN ART JOSEPHINE HANCOCK LOGAN FOUNDER around a high relief central bust of Mrs. Logan, looking very much like a wealthy dowager. The reverse features a deco style nude young woman seated above an inscription: SOCIETY FOR SANITY IN ART/ MEDAL/ AWARDED TO/ The medal is not awarded.
It would be easy to imply that Logan and others in the Sanity in Art movement were, well, 'nutty'. But you have to remember the context of time.

Logan and others in this movement had not only survived the great depression (and the Logans did so clearly with wealth & power intact), but they were the product of Victorian values -- and now they faced a changing world which demanded that they acquiesce & fade away.

The changes in art, museums replacing Rembrandts with Picassos, was not just a visual 'out with the old, in with the new' statement, a sign that power was shifting; it was much more than that.

Art was the way one expressed the grace of privilege, both by owning it and by being a patron. On a personal level, one worked hard to be able to afford real art. Such wealth and power had its public responsibility, namely to guard culture & extol values and art was one of the ways to do so. To stand by and watch masters -- or at least the space for their works -- be eviscerated by modernism was to watch one's lifetime (seemingly) become irrelevant and to have concern for the future. What would the values and art of those times be?

While it's easy to see that modernism did more than just survive, and the researcher in me says to let the documentation of the artists Mrs. Logan speak to their own longevity & popularity (especially when compared to the longevity & popularity of those she eschewed), I feel it only fair to state that Mrs. Logan's concerns, the ideals of the Sanity in Art movement, show up continually in any matter of social change -- including reactions to art which reflects such things.

Josephine Hancock Logan passed away in November of 1943 at the age of 81. Her obit notes that she had "dedicated a society for "Sanity in Art" to the proposition that "The 'Cuckoo of Publicity' has laid the egg of a new 'dodo bird' in the hard nest of art," thereafter purred contentedly at her own safe & sane exhibits," and tacks-on a brief mention that she was also co-founder of the American College of Surgeons.

Not long after her passing, the Art Institute of Chicago began used the Logan name to reward just the sort of modern works that Josephine loathed.

It is not clear just what the 'Mr. and Mrs. Frank G. Logan Purchase Prize' indicates -- awards, funds, both? -- for the "Purchase Prize" is relegated to a single line associated with specific objects in the collection.

Worse yet, the Logans are ignored on the museum's website entirely.

Since Frank Granger Logan served for more than 50 years on the institution's board, started the Chicago Art Institute's awards, and became honorary president, it seems only decent to acknowledge him. And while Josephine Hancock Logan's legacy may seem more murky in its qualities, it's clear that she was a passionate supporter of the arts. Her reaction to modernism is a part of art history & should be well documented.

The absence is a modern, moronic grotesquery.


It should be clear by now, that if you have any knowledge to add to the story of Josephine Hancock Logan I'd love to hear it. I'm also interested in any papers, books, objects of hers (I can't pay much, but I'll take good care of them!)

Additional stray thoughts...

I could find no references to any radio shows by Mrs. Logan &/or Sanity in Art; but I'll keep looking.

The 'masters on calendars and other inexpensive prints' idea would have been deemed kitsch by Gillo Dorfles. I'm not sure this qualifies as irony, but it bears noting.

* In her book, My Love Affair with Modern Art, Katharine Kuh wrote this of the Sanity in Art movement:
Sanity in Art was like an aesthetic "Moral Majority." It was a rabid movement of art vigilantes with its objective to have the most reactionary art, and only American art at that, shown, bought, or collected in Chicago and the rest of the Midwest. In turn, the group was intent on eliminating the practice of modernism -- any deviation from its rigid provincial code attracted explosive verbal onslaughts. In my case, the attacks were physically threatening as well, as when someone smashed the glass window of the gallery to register disapproval of an exhibition of Joan Miro.
Kuh says the organization was "unique to Chicago", which is not true; but it's her experience as gallery owner which counts here. Of course, Kuh herself is controversial too; but that's for another time.

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Monday, September 08, 2008

Vintage Nude In Shadows



Another vintage art nude, a page torn from a publication and found in that Paramount Folder.

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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Which Will You Choose -- And Why?

It's not true that "once you've seen one, you've seen them all" -- nor is all porn the same.


Currently we all have the right to choose our porn (or 'erotica', if you prefer), so we can take what we want and leave the rest; but have you ever really thought about why you select the porn you do?

Gracie has opened up an Aesthetic Response Porn School, where we all state our like &/or dislike of specific erotic images -- including articulating why we feel the way we do.

We began with this image and the next assignment has been posted here; I look forward to you joining us in the discussion. Don't worry, the tuition is free -- as is the porn -- but you'll have some work to do explaining how and why you choose what you choose.

Image show here is from VintageBang.com.

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Monday, September 01, 2008

When You Are Turned-Off By Blondes

This vintage postcard is "another 'Dude' Larson card", with art by 'Hoke' Denetsosie -- and it isn't one that I would buy.




I bet you're thinking that I'm a brunette, or otherwise turned-off by the sentiments, "Gentlemen prefer blondes because blondes know what gentlemen prefer"; but I'm not one of those women so easily characterized by male stereotypes. (And no, I won't disclose my hair color du jour.)

Blonde or not, the reason why I wouldn't purchase this card is the art; with all due respect to Hoke, there's just something I don't like about the woman's face. And that's all it takes to make a collector turn and walk away.

Collecting is largely about personal response to something. To any little thing, really. It could be a dislike of the "superior blondes" caricature -- or that could be precisely why you want it. For every collector there's a reason, no matter how seemingly nonsensical. For me, this time, it's a simple dislike of the woman's face.

But I am willing to admit that this collector has a price... Should I stumble into this old postcard for a buck or two, I might change my mind. And if it's free, I'll certainly grab it.

But for now I'll save my money for some other blonde (or non-blonde).

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Friday, August 29, 2008

High-Five Fridays


Settle in -- and have a cuppa -- as you enjoy this week's High-Fives. (If you need a new tea cup, how about the original white Blaue Blume Tea Cup with lovely lady legs? Also has tea pot & more.)

#1 A review of Love-Desire-Passion: Romantic Motifs in Art of the 15th to 19th Centuries, the exhibit at Prague's Clam-Gallasův palác: "Ultimately, this selective history of European painting shows that while love, desire and passion may be separate emotions, they are not inseparable."

#2 John Lattimer: Master Collector, not really "sex", but so fascinating & creepy it has to be mentioned. (Plus, there's lessons here for collectors of anything.)

#3 While you're at CQ, why not also read about collectors and pink elephants -- interesting look at the objects in the circle of collecting.

#4 Time to shop? Will at Hang Fire Books has a special going on -- all book listings in his eBay store (not the "Prints, Plates and Ephemera") are now open to offers -- even the pulps.

#5 On September 5th, EROTICA, the exhibition, opens to the public in Uptown Sedona at the Community Exhibition Gallery (in the Art Barn) at the Sedona Arts Center.

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Gotta Collect 'Em All

No, they're not toys; they're condoms -- Wacky Rubbers, literally & figuratively.




Some glow, others light-up, some play music, so I guess these rubbers are for the Pokemon-esque who wants to 'collect them all.'

I wonder how many future collectors will know what these are -- or if they will think they are collecting kids' toys. I don't give a hoot for lights & music in my coot, but the shapes are intriguing. Often creepy too; but still that's intriguing.

The gas mask is strange, the hand so freakin' girlie it boggles... But I'll admit the fingertips intrigue me as a female recipient.



Who wants to stick a cute smiley-faced flower up there? (If things are going as they should, her face is gonna bash my cervix -- a lot.)



The rocket ship design makes me think of every man who has talked about "blast-off, baby". Usually these are the same guys who not only refer to their penis in the third person & name it but also refer to it so often in regular conversation you start to wonder if they don't realize it's not really its own entity.

Here's two from their Astrology line.




Like the Little Mermaid panties my daughter once wore, I wonder why on earth these people think we want crabs anywhere near our genitals...

The teapot, makes me think of the after use -- "just tip me over and pour me out."



Via Bust's blog, which has an interesting post on them too.

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Friday, August 22, 2008

High-Five Friday


1) In New Wives' Tales, Jackie Wullschlager reviews books on the lives of famous wives & lovers, including the kinky relationship between Simone de Beauvoir & Jean-Paul Sartre. (Get ready to put on your Amazon wish lists.)

2) Brenda's Babes won $20,000 for her pin up collection. (I didn't enter because I didn't want to video my home.) Via Dinosaurs & Robots.

3) Gracie Passette interviewed Shon Richards on XXBN's Cult of Gracie and it rocked! You can listen/download here.

4)The Things Women Go Through to Attract Men..., by Cheryl Saban.

5) The New York Times reviews the J, Paul Getty Museum show, Grecian Taste and Roman Spirit: The Society of Dilettanti, "a quirky, fascinating show" which "examines the culture of connoisseurship in a men’s club in 18th-century London, revealing the unlikely origins of both classical archaeology and the Greek Revival style." (Sometimes I hate living in the Midwest; I miss shows like this.)

You can participate in High-Five Fridays too.

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

The Offensive Breast

Pop Tart at KKC sent me these scans, marked pages from 1954's The Family Physician, by Dr. Herman Pomeranz & Dr. Irvin S. Koll. She knew I'd have much to say about them.

The defacement begins with the combating cancer breast exams.



An "X" is placed over each breast -- nude breasts sans nipples, because nipples cannot be seen even in medical books. They must only be found in men's mags and National Geographic; a rule that still applies today, no matter how antiquated and foolish.

The Xs continue throughout the fitness pages too -- but you'll notice that the naked men in exercise diapers are free of inked-x-comments.




This leads me to conclude that the person who inked judgment was a girl, approximately 12 years of age.

This is an age where young girls are rather modest & uncomfortable with nudity and the sexual life of the female form. Even if the photos are not intended to be sexual she feels it -- like the photos of naked pygmies young boys masturbated to in National Geographic magazines, she is painfully aware. The X marks the spot where she is uncomfortable.

It's either that, or the work of a misogynist male. And I don't like to think about that.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Women As Stocking Victims

Growing up, my dad used to make jokes about luring girls with the offer of nylons. He still does, honestly.

It's a bit creepy -- but less creepy than jokes about little girls and candy, that's for sure; but if you don't know the history of nylons, you wouldn't quite get his jokes. (Admittedly, such knowledge would only help you understand his nylon jokes; Dad's other jokes could still be murky.)

Thankfully, my parents both were not only quite the history lovers but storytellers too, so I knew the score -- both in terms of the "Nylon Mania" & "Stocking Panic" and how my dad joked about hoping to score.

The mocking of women's love of stockings was a prevalent theme in many WWII home front publications, and the use of nylons to lure women was humor oft-used in men's mags -- sadly, none are at my fingertips now (searched-for things rarely appear when desired; I shall post them as I find them).


Luring women at home and abroad with nylons and candy bars was the "come up and see my etchings" of its time, and lived on in memory far longer as a euphemism, even when not fully understood.

Of course, the panic of nylon stockings was more than a joke. As noted in the history piece at SK, the real crimes took place as people tried to exploit the power of "Stocking Panic." OrangeCat at Flickr transcribed this 1945 Readers Digest article on the subject:
Bootleg Nylons
Readers Digest, February 1945

Watch out for the fellow who offers to sell you "nylon" hosiery! There isn't any.

No mere man can fully understand the power of nylon stockings over women's minds, hearts, and consciences. But a lot of men are busy exploiting this feminine weakness.

Foremost example: Uncle Sam. The only legitimate purchaser of nylon hosiery in the world is the U.S. Government. No, the stockings aren't "sent to Iceland on lend-lease," as reported in a silly story that was repeated on the floor of Congress. They travel a much more devious route.

Our secret agents overseas discovered that a half dozen pairs of sheer nylons would buy more information from certain mysterious women in Europe and North Africa than a fistful of money. After all, what could the ladies buy with money in the empty shops of the Old World? So several large hosiery mills, which had made no nylons since Pearl Harbor, received substantial orders from Washington; the necessary yarn, they were informed, would be available. Pleasantly surprised, they turned out the merchandise -- the only nylons legitimately manufactured in years.

Nevertheless, enough American women want nylon stockings at any price, in contempt of law, and with callous indifference to our soldiers' needs for other nylon goods, to support a sizable black market. It is some satisfaction to record that the black market operators give the women a merciless stinging.

Thirteen cases of raw nylon en route from the Du Pont factory in Martinsville, Va., to a parachute yarn plant in Winston-Salem, N.C., were stolen from a motor-freight terminal in Greensboro, N.C. Accepting the thin story that the nylon was salvage from a warehouse fire, two manufacturers made it up into hosiery. It was spread as far as possible by making the feet and tops of cotton. But these skimpy makeshift stockings sold readily for $5 a pair to bootleggers, who in turn got $10 a pair from customers, male and female, hexed by the magic word "nylon." The nylon yarn was worth $7800; it was made into $140,000 worth of stockings.

FBI and OPA agents arrested three men. One, a former official of a trucking company, was fined $5,000 and is serving a two-year prison term. The two hosiery mill men were fined $12,000 each and placed on 18 months' probation. The Government agents managed to seize 5,000 pairs of hose before they could be peddled. These, by court order, were sold at the OPA ceiling prime of $ 1.65 a pair in the office of the U.S. Marshal in Greensboro. The sale was to begin at ten o' clock in the morning. At 5 a.m. the queue began to form; when the doors opened, the line of women, four abreast, extended four city blocks. Half of them went away disappointed.

Much more intricate was another scheme for black market nylons. A silk mill in Pennsylvania got a contract to convert raw nylon into thread for glider towropes. Part of the raw nylon was systematically snitched, and accounted for in reports to the WPB as "spoilage." The "spoiled" nylon was transported to three hosiery mills whose owners were in the plot. When the FBI cracked down, it found 10,320 pairs of nylons in one warehouse, 6,500 unfinished pairs in another, enough thread to make 36,000 pairs more. Four men were indicted.

Most patrons of the nylon black market are stung in two ways: they pay fantastic prices and they do not get nylon. Travelers, and even professional merchandise buyers who should know better, have bought "Mexican nylon" in quantities. Sometimes they have misleading names, such as "carbonyl."

Dozens of pairs have turned up for laboratory analysis at the New York headquarters of the National Association of Hosiery Manufacturers. They're just rayon. You can get them at any hosiery counter in the United States; ceiling price, $1.25.

An Omaha store imported 1,680 pairs of these "nylons" in good faith and advertised them at $2.25, plus $1.85 for customs duty. The Better Business Bureau had a pair analyzed and thus convinced the merchant he had been victimized. The stockings were withdrawn from sale.

The lengths to which the gyps will go is indicated by the troubles of the Van Raalte Company. It is getting a stream of complaints about hosiery bought as nylon, stamped with the Van Raalte name and the nylon trademark and, most convincing, made with the patented Van Raalte toe. Some victims bought the counterfeits in Mexico City, some bought them from bootleggers in the U.S.; but it seems plain that the imitations were all made in Mexico.

The small amount of honest nylon wastage or spoilage that does occur in war production is allotted to manufacturers of underwear, brassieres and girdles -- never to hosiery mills. Every retailer should know that there just isn't any nylon hosiery to be had. Still, when George M. Toney wrote to 1,000 stores from a post office box address in Washington, D. C., offering nylons at $7.44 a dozen pairs, he got orders with some $2,000 cash by return mail. There is no guesswork about the money, because postal authorities opened his mail and counted it.

Ruses of the bootleggers show little originality. The driver of a delivery truck, often bearing the name of a well-known shop, stops a woman on the street and tells her that some nylons were put on his truck by mistake. She can have them at $5 (or $10) a pair. Or a peddler drifts into a doctor's office on the pretext of making an appointment. He casually mentions that the parcel in his hand contains nylon stockings -- unfortunately not his wife's size. Could anyone use them? He is typical of the shifty-eyed, furtive nylon bootleggers who canvass office buildings in the big cities.

Perhaps the limit of credulity is reached by the people who buy compounds which, dissolved in water, will "nylonize" rayon stockings. One of the big hosiery manufacturers remarked dryly, "If any chemist has such a formula, he needn't bother with the 25-cent trade. I'll give him $5,000,000 for it in cash."

After the war there will be nylon hosiery, finer, sheerer, stronger, more beautiful than ever before. Designs for the machines to make it are past the blueprint stage. But until the war is over, the Army and Navy need every pound of nylon. There won't be any for stockings except what is stolen. And there won't be much stolen. So, ladies -- don't be suckers.
In researching crimes in the wake of "Stocking Panic", it is also clear that the threat of such power plays created a panic of victimization which rivaled that of the white slave trade.

In fact, I continue to search publications for the proffered opines of "Beware the nylon stocking offered; you'll end up in white slavery!"

If/when I find some, I shall, of course, share.

Along with the joke of wooing at home with nylons, the fear of betrayals & abuses back home was part of World War II psychological operation (PSYOP) strategy. This excellent article details more than the use of nylon stockings as symbol or eroticism and betrayal, but the use of the sex drive and pornography to "motivate" soldiers. Go read it.

You might find such manipulation of the male sex drive horrific (and I do), but beneath it all is still the notion that we women are "so in love" with nylons, that we'd "do anything" to get them.

We women aren't only fools for fashion, willing to prostitute ourselves for material goods, but we are such delicate things that we can be exploited for them even without intending to be.

We are bad girls because we are weak. And we weaken our men because of it. Men know this about us, and lament the horrors which will befall us because they aren't "home" to save us -- from predatory males and ourselves.

Yuck.

Image Credits/Further Reading: Stockings Go To War scan via CQ; "Stocking Panic" article from Business Week August 9, 1941, via Smithsonian; comic mocking women from 1950 Modern Woman Magazine, via KKC; WWII German propaganda leaflets, via Psywarrior.com.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Sex For The Good Of The Race

When I first began collecting smut, I began with texts & materials about sexuality. They were purchased as part of my "feminist" collection; documentation not only of the myths of female sexuality, but how such things perpetuated myths of gender and forced everyone into inaccurate boxes.

Some of the most prolific works in vintage human sexuality were those published by -- and promoting -- Eugenics. Eugenics is all about having sex -- "For the Good of the Race." This, of course, is a controversial subject in and of itself. I shall have to dig about and select some titles and "gems" from my own collection. But meanwhile, check out this 1937 ephemera on The Sexual Side of Marriage.



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Friday, August 08, 2008

Impressive -- But How About Hardcovers?

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Kafka's Porn Stash

John Coulthart alerted me to this: Franz Kafka’s porn brought out of the closet.

James Hawes, academic and Kafka expert, reveals some of Kafka's porn stash in Excavating Kafka, to be published this month. Hawes says his book "seeks to explode important myths surrounding the literary icon, a 'quasi-saintly' image which hardly fits with the dark and shocking pictures contained in these banned journals."
Even today, the pornography would be "on the top shelf", Dr Hawes said, noting that his American publisher did not want him to publish it at first. "These are not naughty postcards from the beach. They are undoubtedly porn, pure and simple. Some of it is quite dark, with animals committing fellatio and girl-on-girl action... It's quite unpleasant."
Since I'm all for looking at humans in their full complexity, I can't wait to see/read the book myself -- and will hold off on more comments until then.

(Then again, I've never read Kafka... Must I read him before the bio-outing? I guess that depends upon one's views; reading this to know of the man vs. the myth, risking future reading of his works, or having proper literary framework first.)

The article is excellent -- only out-done in read-worthiness by the comments; here are a few:

Porn is nauseating, no matter who reads it. And in Kafkas time, it was not widely accessible,. It was a more normal, safer world back then, naive as that may sound. Kafka was a disturbed person, and that was the key to his originality. It is a greater achievement to be original, yet a whole person.

Fosse, Oslo, Norway

We have become worse than the Victorians ever were! (And I say that as a scholar of Victorian lit.) The combination of prurient invasion of privacy and hypocritical condemnation is more revolting than any pornography could ever be. Everyone has private fantasies, some are weird. So what?

Carol Siegel, Portland, USA

I love Kafka, and I would definitely pay to read his porn, especially if it's dark and unpleasant. I really hope that this material will be widely released in my lifetime.

Jenna, Tampa,

I don't see what the massive deal here is. As far as some of the material being quite dark, Kafka seemed to be a guy with some pretty dark places anyway. His sexuality wouldn't likely be much different. "Nothing but a pervert" is, I think, inaccurate and unfair.

Laura, Some,

As Coulthart said when he sent me the link, "Can't wait to see the reaction when the book appears."

Related: Franz Kafka tribute of "recomposed photographs".

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Monday, August 04, 2008

Serving Master


I know what you're wondering, "Why is this little dog bringing his master his whip here at Silent Porn Star?"

Well, Virginia, I spend many hours looking at smut which colors my, um, "world view"... And I have quite a large number of Dominatrix friends. So I can't help but think this antique piece would be just too wonderful holding BDSM toys. Pups paws are even crossed, reminding me of bound wrists.

If you're inclined to agree, you can bid on it. It's item #1175 in the James D. Julia Auction's three day auction, August 26-28, 2008, the catalog says:
OUTSTANDING CAST IRON UMBRELLA/CANE STAND. The figural form of a standing dog holding a double looped whip. The dog stands on a pedestal and the scrolled base holds a separate cast iron leaf form drip pan marked "Chase Brothers & Co. Makers, Boston No. 11". An unusual and desirable form. Painted in black overall. SIZE: 23" h x 20" w x 13" d. CONDITION: Some rust, generally very good. 9-94027 (1,400-2,000)

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Ruan Lingyu Shanghai Posters

YueFenPai or Shanghia Posters are Chinese posters from the 1920's, often used for advertising. This one by Hu Boxiang is called LakeLadies and features Ruan Lingyu (and a friend) relaxing beside a lake.



This next one, also with Ruan, is a British American Tobacco Company Advertising Poster.

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Friday, August 01, 2008

High-Five Friday

1) From Cult of Gracie's Carnival of the Liberals post:
Allen at The Whited Sepulchre says, "Brent Rinehart's Comic Book - I need a copy".

(See also Ethan Persoff's George Wallace asks: Is Brent Rinehart an EP.TC Reader? -- or just a natural born stylistic plagiarist?)
2) The Headless Werewolf reviews All The Colors Of The Dark (1972).

3) The Dean at Collectors Quest discusses the common points in collecting -- no matter what it is -- in Collecting: _______Fill In The Blank. Most quote-worthy is Steve Silberberg's comment:
No, I can’t explain the desire to collect barf bags, only that iit makes me feel like a man.
4) Playboy.com on the sexiest girls at Comic-Con International 2008.

5) Jason asks Remember When Andy Dick was Funny?

High-Five Fridays is still on hiatus -- but I'm still playing & you can too.

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Thursday, July 31, 2008

Underpants With Provenance & Pedigree

Alternate post title: The Queen's Open-crotch Undies Sell For Nearly Nine Grand.

Before any of you pervs get all excited pondering Vic's crotchless undies, remember, the opening was for bodily functions other than sexual reproduction. (However, if the pee and the poo excites you, feel free to carry on; it's not my thing, but no judgements here.) Anyway, this queen wasn't known for her sexual dalliances.

As CR/LF noted:
Infamous for her disinterest in sex, I doubt anybody ever really got a good look at these before the internet plastered them all over the world.
Anyway, it think it's cool that a private collector, Barbara Rusch, is taking a quarter of a century to slowly dress (or is that undress?) Queen Victoria.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Momma Never Told Me There'd Be Nudes Like This

My momma recently gifted me this nude art piece -- she and 'everyone' knows that I collect such things.


Scrutiny of the signature was a bit difficult; but after trying Jean Vybow (a mistake others make) & Jean Vyboud, the latter was shown to be the artist of this nude figure print.

Prices seem very "robust" (from $200 to $315), but the details are sketchy on this etching... and the artist.

Little is published on the web about the artist. Other than knowing his full name, Jean Auguste Vyboud, and lifespan dates (1872-1944), it's a blank left to books not available in Google's book search preview and/or in other languages, leaving me rather clueless. (Hint Hint all of you knowledgeable in art...)

From what I can ascertain, Vyboud was an engraver & a printer of fine art prints. Seems more than odd then, that my piece (and others that I have seen) wouldn't credit the original artist...

Dates are speculative; this seller (very bottom of the page) says it's from the 1960's, and this seller claims the engraving is from the early 1900's. Prints can have multiple runs, but usually only if the artwork or artist is very popular. Even more so for quality prints.

Interestingly, my print is not only signed in pencil, but part of a numbered run (16/100, also in pencil). I wonder if this makes it older or newer, more valuable or less valuable...

Everyone, everything has its price; so I could be tempted to sell it.

In any case, mom's not getting it back. *wink*

(But I might give her a share of the wealth, if it came to that.)

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

Jive About

John Cebollero's Jive About: A Sketchbook 08 has an exclusive, never-before-published pin-up collaboration with Richard Corben -- and you can get signed copies of this limited edition, as well as have John create an original sketch on the back cover for you, at his website.

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Monday, July 14, 2008

Paxinou & Waterlow

Forty-five autographed love letters from Katina Paxinou to Sir Sydney Waterlow, dated April, 1938, to June, 1939, together with some 30 love letters by Waterlow to Paxinou are to be auctioned off in London on July 17th.

From Sothbey's listing:

Sir Sydney Waterlow (1878-1944) was British Minister in Athens from 1933 to 1939. According to one of the present letters, he met the actress Katina Paxinou on 12 April 1938, a date which they both viewed as a moment of "rebirth", when they became "fully alive" for the first time. It was evidently a coup de foudre for them both, and the present letters testify not only to the physical passion but the depth of feeling on both sides.

Katina Paxinou (1900-1973) was a member of the Greek National Theatre company, where she was directed by her husband Alexis Minotis. Besides the role of Electra, she was well-known for playing Mrs Alving in Ghosts, and Hedda Gabler.


At the beginning she protests that she is asking for nothing more than to be loved, and that she is content to remain on the sidelines

"...tu dois me connaître déjà assez pour être persuadé que je ne demande rien que ton amour! Tu n'es pas libre j'en conviens! Mais je n'abuserai jamais de ta faiblesse comme tu la nommes et je ne veux qu'être aimée de toi. Je ne veux pas troubler ta vie. Tu le sais..."

Later, however, plans start to be made for when they are "free" and can be together permanently. In one letter she describes a painful scene with her husband, whom she is unable to comfort, assuring Waterlow that this is nothing to do with him and that things would have been the same in any case ("...je ne peux plus le consoler et j'en souffre car il mérite un meilleur sort..."). Elsewhere she relates somewhat pathetically how she has waited for half an hour outside the English church in Athens in the hope of catching a glimpse of him, or walked past his house gazing up at the windows even when she knows he is not there, expresses her maternal affection towards his daughter, asks him somewhat apologetically to get her a big pot of Elizabeth Arden face cream which she uses to counteract the effects of her stage make-up, recounts a number of her dreams (often of an erotic nature) of being alone with him in a little love nest, and recalls the afternoons they were able to spend together

"...oh nos chers après midi où tu m'attendais étendu dans ton lit, et où je venais comme une voleuse par le balcon vite vite toute tremblante me fourrer à tes côtes, me blottir contre ton coeur..."

After a period of nervous collapse from exhaustion she promises to look after her health for his sake, and describes somewhat sheepishly a visit to a fortune teller who described their situation with uncanny accuracy.

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

No, It's Not Me With My Collection

Her Back Makes Her Front More Interesting

Sometimes the front becomes more interesting due to the backside -- men everywhere & collectors of photographs know this to be true.


Mary Jane Fellows pulled her sweater tight in back for the effect.
From On Beauty (And Its Discontents) at Square America.

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Friday, July 11, 2008

High-Five Fridays #24

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

1) Book collectors will enjoy this tantalizing review of Books: A Memoir, by Larry McMurtry. Here's a snippet:
A purpose of this memoir, Mr. McMurtry writes, is to “raise ghosts” of booksellers past, in the same way that Booked Up has become an “anthology” of their wares. In 1950, when Fourth Avenue was bookstore row, Manhattan had 175 bookstores. The online business that replaced them, Mr. McMurtry laments, is precise and efficient but lacks the human contact and serendipity of poring through shelves of dust in search of treasure.
2) An interview with David Farley, who wants to expose you to Napoleon's penis.

3) The debate on "the sensuality of children" continues in the Australian art world: one side, the other. Personally, I think concerned people need to take a real look at the definition of "sensual" and discover that it's not necessarily erotic; but I am glad to see this covered as a conversation.

4) The Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual Transgender (GLBT) Historical Society announced plans to open a new exhibit in the Castro district later this year -- if it can raise enough money. (Hint Hint) Kudos to Out in America for giving it press; a hand slap for not including an actual link to the historical society.

5) Thanks to Mark at Dinosaurs & Robots for noticing what goes on here.

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Little Girl Garbo

Southbey's offersa collection of early Greta Garbo postcards and photographs owned by Garbo's childhood friend, Lisa Fager. The lot to be auctioned in London on July 17th includes:
i) a collection of fifteen photographs of Greta Garbo (Gustaffson), her classmates and 'Aunt Gustafsson', chiefly original prints, one of the portraits the only print to survive from the six copies which Garbo herself ordered from a professional photographer but then tore up, ranging in size from a small passport-size portrait of her in 1918 to large school class photographs of c.165 x 230mm. (plus mounts), chiefly c.1915-1930, traces of mounting

ii) an early autograph postcard signed "G.G." by Garbo (Greta Gustafsson), sending greetings in Swedish, written in pencil, with a mock-postage stamp also drawn in pencil

[literal translation:] "May the sun of joy [shine] its rays in such a way upon you on your celebration day, may happiness not stray from you I wish that out of my heart"

Garbo delivered this card herself after school through Lisa Fager's letterbox.

iii) an autograph four-line note signed by Garbo ("G.G."), in Swedish, written in ink on a magazine illustration

[literal translation:] "...Hanne how sweet I think you are. I have seen you so many times and all equally enchanting..."

iv) two autograph postcards written to Lisa Fager by Greta Garbo's brother Sven Gustafsson, in Swedish, sending greetings from a festive Paris and from London, 1928-1930

Some of this material is illustrated in John Wallin's book Garbo: En stjärnas väg (Stockholm, 1955), a copy of which is included in the lot.

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Behavior Of The American Housewife

I'm not sure if I have this book or not... (My shelves, they sag & buck like a wild horse; and if it weren't for the boxes full of books in front of them, they'd likely tip over. Yes, organization is on the "to do" list.)




But even if I have a copy (or three) of 1961's Sexual Behavior Of The American Housewife, by W.D. Sprague Ph.D., it likely wouldn't include these marks. (Click image to read them.)



Marks and notations are something I'd never leave in a book; as a tribute to the countless kind and helpful librarians in my youth (and today too), I've never even dog-eared a page. But when I find them, I am fascinated. As is Ann Douglas, poster of these images at Flickr, who says:
My favorite part of this entire book -- the housewife title I just posted -- is this page spread. I think it's hilarious how someone (the not-so-happy wife) marked these passages with huge lines and giant X-es. I wonder if she "accidentally" left the book on bed for hubby to find one night when she was late getting home to make dinner, with the book open to the page with the mysterious markings. It makes you wonder.

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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Dulac's Dido Uh-Oh

Among Sotheby's English Literature, History, Children's Books & Illustrations auction in London on July 17th, is an original pencil and watercolour drawing on silk by Edmund Dulac titled, Follies That Destroyed Famous Queens: Dido.


From the auction catalog:
Originally commissioned in 1934 as part of Dulac's series 'Follies that Destroyed Famous Queens' for the cover of the periodical American Weekly, this illustration was abandoned. It has been suggested that Dulac redrew the picture after deciding that the domed buildings in the background should have chimneys. The final published version also included other additions (an earring for Dido, for example). Of Dulac's final version, Colin White has written 'Dido's agonized yearning as she leans against a zebra skin, itself a most skilful piece of painting, looking down on the departing Æneas far below, is masterly' (Colin White, Edmund Dulac, London, 1976, p.161)
I dare say this was rejected not because buildings lacked chimneys, but because Dido was lacking nipple.


But then many men worry much about chimneys & other things upright, and less about a woman's nipples.

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More Quincy Plots Than You Can Shake A Stick At

In London on July 17th, Sothbey's will auction off a collection of case notes on autopsies, records kept by Sir Bernard Spilsbury in a wooden filing cabinet with four drawers, each labeled 1905-17, 1918-1927, 1928-30, and 1931-32. Who was Sir Spilsbury?
the professional records of the father of professional forensic pathology. Bernard Spilsbury (1877-1947) was the foremost pathologist of his day, with a formidible reputation as an expert witness: "his opinions were so impregnable he could achieve single-handed all the legal consequences of a homicide - arrest, prosecution, conviction, and final post-mortem - requiring only the brief assistance of the hangman" (quoted in Rose, p.xix). The post of Honorary Pathologist to the Home Office was created for Spilsbury, who made his name with some of the most famous English murders of the twentieth century, such as the Crippen case, the "Brides in the Bath" murders, the Voisin case, and the Brighton trunk murders, and who conducted over 20,000 autopsies during a career that lasted over forty years. Spilsbury was a media celebrity - Britain's "living successor to mythical Sherlock Holmes" (Time, 2 July 1934) - and was the original figure of the infallible forensic pathologist that is so familiar in contemporary crime fiction. According to his obituary in The Lancet, Spilsbury "stood alone and unchallenged as our greatest medico-legal expert". Recent research has shown, however, that the awe in which Spilsbury was held, combined with his own inflexible opinions, led to a number of miscarriages of justice, including several wrongful executions.

Go here for more on Bernard Henry Spilsbury.

While Sotheby's won't let us look at what is inside, they will tell us some of the tantalizing details from the nearly 4,000 3x5 index cards:
There are many stories recorded in these terse notes, from horrific examples of neglect and abuse to bizarre cases such as the unfortunate Helen Elphinston-Dalrymple, who died of the effects of a dry shampoo applied at the Harrods salon in 1909. On 12 February 1918 Spilsbury performed an autopsy on 16 year-old Nellie Trew, and also examined her clothing for blood and semen: she had been raped then strangled on Eltham Common. The subsequent trial has recently been described by Rose as "one of the most blatant" miscarriages of British justice of the 20th century. Spilsbury's notes for 16 June 1919 record the autopsy of a 72 year-old widower who had been admitted to hospital two days previously: "He stated that on June 13 he had glass of beer ... Then stopped by 2 men who offered him whiskey. Drank 2 tablespoonfull which burnt his mouth". He had been given hydrochloric acid, which burnt through his stomach wall. In October 1923 Spilsbury examined the remains of a soldier, James Frederick Ellis ("H[anker]Chief & piece of cloth tied over mouth ... limbs had been tied ...when found body was reduced to skeleton except portion of lower limbs which were clothed in tight fitting garments..."), who suffocated as a result of masochistic sexual practices with another member of his regiment ("...he & Ellis proposed playing Cowboys & Indians & he trussed up Ellis who then told him that he was all right...").


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Monday, July 07, 2008

If You Paint One, You Can Paint Them All

My growing fascination with paint by numbers is largely due to the nudes. The popularity & repetitive nature pf PBNs seems to disprove the old, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all."

At CQ, Deanna gives a nifty history of Craft Master paint by numbers and, if you will, the founding fathers of the form. It's a very interesting read; and I suggest that you do as there may be a quiz. Or, at the very least, a very lengthy post -- or two, or more -- from me on the subject in the very near future.

Smarty-pant-smut-mongers will read ahead to stay at the head of the class.

The vintage nude PBN shown here is Craft Master Studio Nude "Jennifer" (1970). It has not been painted, save for a few attempted strokes, offering you the chance to paint your own art nude.


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Saturday, July 05, 2008

Another Nude Paint By Number

A horrible listing for an adorable vintage paint by number:
Open for biding is 1 outlawed paint by number nude painting of a german women.

The painting is dated and signed.This picture was outlawed as the company went to all other painting seens accept nude paintings.

The painting is in a frame under glass in excellent condition with a lovely petina.

The painting aged nicely and my photo's do not do this pasintings petina justice.

You wil not see any of these on ebay as they were made for a very short time.

Please look on ebay in past or present auction and you will not see a paint by number painting such as this.

For collectors of paint by number paintings this is a once in a lifetime chance to own a rare collectable such as this outlawed paint by number nude German women.

This paintings value will increase year by year as the few that have been made are being held by art collectors who are not selling these.I am selling the painting as is,(in excellect condition) this was made in the year of 1957 and was painted in 1959.
Grammar & spelling errors aside, I don't know how anyone with a feedback rating of 43 can boast something is rare with the "proof" that you'll not find another like it in their listings.

Rarity as far as "being pulled" is inconclusive at best. No company is listed, so I cannot research catalogs, and without the painting's number it would be a tough feat as most paint by number nudes were sold by number, without visual representation.

But she is a cutie, regardless.

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Thursday, July 03, 2008

Would You Call This Vulgar?

The seller calls this photo "vulgar" -- literally, as in "VULGAR NUDE BRUNETTE Vintage 50s Photo LINGERIE FETISH".

Do you see anything vulgar about this?

Is the seller prudish?

Maybe I just look at too much smut.

Then again, being practical, "vulgar" can be a way to communicate -- in the collector's world -- that genitals are visible. But that's not the case here.

So I'd have to say this seller really doesn't have a clue. Not aesthetically, not as a seller of vintage smut.

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Obsessed With Wonder Woman

Images from the Wonder Woman Collection created by Wonderwomancollector at CQ.




Includes a set of production sketches from opening titles of the Wonder Woman television show starring Lynda Carter.

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Silver Lady Uncovered

Cruising the Collectors' Quest community I found "Silver lady" from Metal art by Barry2952:
This sculpture by Raymond Parmenter is solid silver. It was commissioned by the infamous Hunt brother who tried to corner the silver market. They made a lot of people a lot of money and had 50 of these made as gifts for their largest investors. The woman I acquired it from left it covered for 20 years so her grandson wouldn't see the nudity. I've let it patina to a natural shade.

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Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Page By Page

I was digging through that Paramount folder again, looking at all the bits of paper & wondering why this or that was cut, torn or otherwise selected out of publications & designated as "keep". One bit that intrigues me is this bit of a page titled Hollywood Hurly Burly.


Host Conrad Hilton, hotel tycoon, flanked by Ann Miller, left, and Esther Williams.

Never at a loss on ways for having a party, Hollywood stars found an ideal cause for having a shindig and high-priced slapstick floor show -- with receipts going to charity.

Lana Turner, Debbie Reynolds, Ben Gage and Carleton Carpenter start off the hurly burly.
I believe there was more to the article but so far have only found this page. It appears to be intact because the flip-side, of Japanese Sumo wrestlers, has a page number (17) along the bottom. I show that to you now because A) some folks find sumo wrestlers sexy &/or B) you are a highly suspicious person (and with our current administration, who isn't?)


LUMBERING

Lumbering mountains of flesh collide as these two 400-pound Japanese Sumo wrestlers exhibit a mammoth display of brute strength. They look like Egyptian belly dancers as they try to heave each other over the rope.

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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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Friday, June 27, 2008

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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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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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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Friday, June 20, 2008

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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Thursday, June 19, 2008

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

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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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

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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Friday, June 06, 2008

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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Friday, May 23, 2008

High-Five Fridays #17

High-Five Fridays seems to be on hiatus; but I'm still playing.

1) Dude, Hans of AMEA, World Museum of Erotic Art has started the cool ArtCrazed.com. Now before you moan, "Oh, not another social site," let me point out the obvious: It's about art, people! Finally, you get to sit at the cool kids' table and hang out with the artistic crowd. You can hook-up with me here. Do it. You'll be one of the cool kids.

2) From The Frisky: Virgin Sacrifice: Father/Daughter Dance. It may not be "old", but it is definitely old school.

3) In honor of Loni's marriage (and because you don't like posts without naughty images), enjoy Anderson and Jan Smithers with what could be, if you peer close enough, camel toe... But at least it's breasts in little WKRP tees. (Classic TV now on video too.)



4) Kudos to Yvonne K. Fulbright at FOX (surprise!) for stating the following disclaimer at the top of her article, 7 Ways to Tell If You Are Addicted to Porn: "Author’s note: This is not an article on whether or not erotica is morally wrong. It is not an article on whether porn use is an addiction (I'll get to those great debates at another time)." At least she makes some distinctions between a problem behavior and the entire genre.

5) Why are you walking that way? Is that an erotic cane, or are you just happy to see me?

Also, I don't do these things; but as a favor to Crazy Crafty Cat Chick, I'll do the following "hit list". I'll tag no one, because I know how such things can get you killed...

  • Dhanosh

  • Marketing Myself

  • Brawny Hunk

  • Motorparasi

  • Nicksplat

  • Annette

  • Super Hero Extraordinare

  • Everyday should be Christmas

  • The Gadget Guru tech

  • Available Light

  • Dad's Dish

  • What Goes Under the Sun

  • One Quart Low

  • Stephan Miller

  • Mental Poo

  • Search for Blogging

  • Renatodoxaguia

  • Angel Baby

  • The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery

  • Hanna

  • JollyJo

  • Olga the traveling bra

  • Concept is addict

  • Postarelibero

  • Nokhathai

  • Momreviews

  • Into the Rabbit Hole

  • Smile! Tomorrow could be a lot worse!

  • Wicked Whispers

  • Anand's blog


  • Catatonic Kid: A Mind Boiling Over

  • Discorax's House of Woot

  • Blogging from the Bog

  • Shiv's Brain

  • Secret Spiritual Dance

  • Sisters of a Different Order.

  • OMYWORD! Did I say that?

  • Letters from Exile.

  • ~From the Myst~

  • I-Ching Online.

  • The World According to Me

  • Rantings & Ramblings

  • Crazy Crafty Cat Chick.

  • The BearTwins Mom

  • Gracefully Abnormal

  • Silent Porn Star
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    Wednesday, May 21, 2008

    Clever Cleo

    I'd love to know more about this pin... All the seller says is that it's a "Vintage Risque Clever Cleo Advertising Pinback Button." Not even any measurements. :sigh:

    If anyone knows more, please do tell.



    (Cleo may have been clever, but a seller sans information is not.)

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    Friday, May 16, 2008

    High-Five Fridays #16


    1) Discovering more about those social gatherings of ninteen-ought-eight -- and don't miss the cute song lyrics on this card from 1912: I’ve Got to Go and Get Myself a Girl Like You. (It's a hoot!)

    2) One of the largest collections of vintage erotica.

    3) Amanda at SWOP East shares a good link, saying:
    The MET has a display of superhero fashion. This is notable since most superhero clothing takes a lot of cues from BDSM attire -- whether publicly acknowledged or not.
    4) Why the Leather Archives and Museum is important.

    5) A review of The Forgery of Venus, a fictional work.

    The purpose of this meme is to give high-fives to 5 people, posts, blogs and/or websites you've admired during the week. I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 5 high-fives on Friday. Trackbacks, pings, linky widgets, comment links accepted!

    Visiting fellow High-Fivers is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your High-Fives in others comments (please note if NWS).



    ** Remember, Mister Linky use is for those #1 participating in the meme (this week's High-Five Friday) and #2 who leave a comment. Thank you!

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    Saturday, April 26, 2008

    Ratting Around For Adult Collectibles

    Vintage Calendar With Soapy Pinup I spent the day ratting around for stuff -- yes, vintage nudie stuff.

    Hubby is also a collector, and while he doesn't collect what I do he certainly supports my smut habit, both from the understanding of a collector who lusts and as a man who doesn't exactly complain when I bring more naked women and vintage erotica. So we spent the entire day as collectors dream, scouring for objects, especially those we can actually afford.

    As usual, he ends up with more stuff to add to his collection. This because the real good nudie stuff isn't just rare in terms of what survived (or hasn't been snatched by family), but because most places won't sell the stuff. Those who run rummage sales won't exactly display the stuff for their neighbors to see. Ditto donating to the local thrift shoppes.


    Vintage Nude Girlie Salt & Pepper Shakers -- And A Cool Vintage Pottery Flying Saucer With Alien And on the rare occasion the smutty stuff ends up at a thrift shoppe, they dispose of it quickly. (Some just plain toss it out, per their policy; others have been wiser and have relationships with most fortunate private collectors &/or dealers who get a call and quickly arrive to purchase the boxes at the back door. I am always trying to get myself into that action; but so far, have had no luck making the proper connections.)

    Even at antique shops, managers do not like to display & proffer the smut. They fear everything from shoppers complaining that they won't come in anymore because their children can see it, to groups protesting against child porn in nudist magazines. Since the line between art and porn is so subjective (and the debate regarding nudist materials even more heated), most managers won't even bother to make a policy other than, "No."

    Vintage Lingerie Box I do know a few managers/owners who keep smut stashed under the counter etc. for dealers & collectors like myself; but it takes quite a bit of time to develop the trust & relationship to be taught the secret knock & password. I have a few of these opportunities, but usually the dealers will pay so quickly for the good stuff that there's not much left for me to pick through.

    Occasionally, estate sales are the best hunting grounds. These folks both know the value of smut and now to peddle it. They will clearly state "vintage Playboys" in the ads (why Playboy is allowed to be named everywhere, while other mags are not, still amazes me), but otherwise refer to other naughtiness as "risque collectibles" or "risque barware and publications" or some such. In any case, we collectors know what they mean. And we show up in droves -- on the first day. (For cheap sluts like me, it's often more of a museum visit than a buying spree... but sometimes I do get lucky.)

    All of this is to say that today, my options were few.

    What you see here, the photos illustrating this post, were the "dirtiest" things I could find today. And I didn't buy any of them. While worthy of adding to my collection, they were too expensive for things I see often enough, like ceramic s&p shakers with nude girls, pinup calendars (even soapy nude ones), and vintage lingerie boxes.

    Even this had to be refused.

    Vintage Celluloid Dancing Couple

    A vintage wind-up dancing couple made of celluloid, which apparently also had some paper with it... A booklet or crushed box? Difficult to tell through the display case. It has its charms, but at $32, it was out of my reach. (If they had been nude, well, that would have changed things considerably. *wink*)

    However, it should be noted, that had any of the items in the photos been priced to match my meager funds, I would have purchased them, brought them home, taken better photos, and presented them to you with more information and research.

    Which all should just be a reminder to you to send me more money. (Support this blog by supporting the advertisers!)

    Meanwhile, I, we, just enjoy the window shopping.

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    Monday, April 21, 2008

    The Pleasures of Window Shopping

    Deanna at CQ interviewed Marina Bianchi, a professor of economics, regarding collecting and consumerism. It's a fascinating look at consumer choice theory and the role of novelty in consumption & satisfaction, motivations usually left to psychologists & sociologists, I encourage you to read it.

    Of course, my personal motivation has always been an interest in history -- or, perhaps more accurately, an interest in anthropology. This is often dismissed by others who view my quest to be purely carnal, so I delighted in the following:
    Fundamentally, is there much difference between ‘research’ and ‘collecting’?

    I think that between intellectual or scientific research and collecting there are many things in common. In research, as in collecting, we have a frame of reference that provides the organizing guide and that gives shape to problems or challenges and tells us where to look for possible solutions. And also in research the aim is to conquer something new that reshapes one’s organizing framework and opens new paths. But collecting is more playful, light, and pleasurable in every phase. Enjoying your collection is as pleasurable as when you are searching for a new addition to it, and the difficulties you meet only increase the final enjoyment. Buying an already made collection would destroy half the pleasure. Research is more costly in terms of intellectual efforts and discipline, but, yes, the principles are the same!

    This is all "reflected" in an antique postcard I purchased in this past weekend's hunting.


    In this postcard, a man and woman stand before a large millinery shop window. While she gazes at lovely hats, his gaze is upon a lovely lady on the street (who decadently shows ankle!). The caption reads, "I love my wife, but oh you kid".

    While both the man and the woman we presume to be his wife are window shopping, full of wistful longing, we see the inherent joys & motivations of collecting displayed. Each views and desires the novelty of something new, but there is no indication that either finds what they have, be it an old hat or a spouse some might call "old hat", as inferior either. For as Professor Bianchi has said, "each additional item is new and exciting, whether it adds something different within an order or provokes a re-thinking of that order."

    A collector "adds to" rather than replaces -- even without the physical action of adding a new item.

    As this card shows no action other than thought or desire, it at least suggests (if not proves) that even when one does not increase the size of one's collection through ownership, simply viewing possibilities also adds to one's collection; it adds something to the framework and has us re-thinking the order of things.

    And in many cases such "window shopping" increases our satisfaction & pleasure in what we have.

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    Thursday, April 17, 2008

    Sexploitation Career Paperbacks

    Deanna at CQ shows us "Three books which explore and exploit career perks your guidance counselor never told you about: Super-Jet Girls, Semi-Tough, and If It Moves, Kiss It."





    Of course I have Semi-Tough, but the other two are new to me -- and belong with my copy of Coffee Tea or Me. *wink*

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    Wednesday, April 16, 2008

    Retro Pinup In Oils, Foils

    A not-in-the-best condition oil painting by an unknown (Lance Forns), dated 1966, in a pin up style sold on eBay for $71.




    Proof that collecting racy and risque items really pushes hot buttons. (If I had it in my wallet, I'd have bid too.)

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    Monday, April 14, 2008

    Why We Collect

    Answering questions to help a student with a psychology course assignment on collecting and hoarding, Deanna writes:
    If I stopped hunting for things and their stories, I’d be bored, and a lot less interesting. And I’d only read more to get that thirst sated. Who’s to say reading as escape, or researching in books, is any more important than questing for objects? Either way, your brain, soul, and shelves are full.

    And I don’t mean, in any way, to imply that one collection is better than another — that comic books are less than non-fiction tomes, or that new action figures are less important than documents. Because the way I’m beginning to see things is that the act of collecting is about questing… It’s about finding more than objects, but answers.

    Perhaps what we’re all doing, ultimately, is seeking the answer to “Why do I collect this?” And that answer is individual, unique. My answer will be different than your answer — even if we covet & collect the same “junk”. The joy is in finding that answer. Which is why collectors often change collections — they’ve answered one question and are off on a new question, a new quest. And this simply refutes the idea of a mental illness; for what can be more healthy than self-knowledge?

    You can participate in the Q & A too.

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    Friday, April 11, 2008

    Sex In Comics


    From Earl Kemp's zine (Vol. 1 No. 4, October, 2002), comes this info on the Sex In Comics series:
    ...Donald H. Gilmore, Ph.D, aka "Douglas H. Gamlin" and probably "Dale Gordon," and his wife Betty have established their own writer's colony/porn-mill in Guadalajara. Gilmore's Ph.D is strictly diploma-mill but he's a serious student and researcher of sex and erotica and his non-fiction work is among the best in the genre during the era. His four-volume Sex In Comics remains the best reference on Tijuana Bibles, with valuable information not found anywhere else, including the story of "the three gals," whose entrepreneurial efforts at creating, printing, and distributing sex comics in the late 1930's are singular for the trade and a major, if well-nigh unknown, feminist declaration of independence. The artistic quality of the their comics becomes a strong influence during their time, and will later be a great influence upon counterculture cartoonist, R. Crumb. Gilmore and his stable move their work through Greenleaf.
    Related: Robert Crumb on collecting.

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    Wednesday, April 02, 2008

    The Earl Kemp Interview, The Introduction To

    Recently I was 'talking' with Earl Kemp. The Earl Kemp. (If you're an ignoramus, check Wiki.)

    I had exchanged a few emails with him before, confirming and
    posting a call he'd made, for example; but this time I became bolder...

    SPS: Earl, I'm particularly fascinated by the concept of your status as an icon. As a creator of collectibles and as one who knew/knows so many other legends who did the same, I imagine the annoying folks who want copies, contacts, signatures, questions answered... It's a foreign concept for a girl hiding behind an online ID, living in terror of being attached to 'smut' because of the havoc it's already played in my life. Not that I've served any time for my beliefs -- yet.

    I won't proclaim to be your biggest fan -- a pop quiz would prove that a lie lol. But your name & works come up again and again in my research of The Big Picture, and I must admit a bit of crush along with some envy... Not that batting lashes ought to sway anyone; nor gushing like an idiot. It's especially lacking in charm when typed. ;)

    It really would be a treat to ask a few questions & share your answers -- so much so that I don't mind exposing myself as an idiot in terms of all that is (at least the public life of) Earl Kemp.

    I realize it's a bit of a contradiction, me spouting that I imagine the annoyance of people asking you for things while asking for an interview; but I'm only human and have more than a few such pesky problems ;)

    Earl: It is a problem. You wouldn't believe what some people ask for and, apparently expect to get, for free, including people who won't even sign their messages or have real IDs.

    Not to worry. These days even I envy whoever it was people seem to think I used to be. What a time I must have had once upon a.

    SPS: As I said, I'm very interested in your experiences and perceptions, so let's start there... What do most people want from you?

    Earl: Hands-on sexual advice. How can I become normal? Invite me to your next regularly scheduled orgy. Send me nude photos of yourself.

    SPS: Here I thought you were besieged with hands grabbing at your papers & publications, your (little black) address book, and, like me, digging in your brain for stories... And here you are, with the folks whose hands are out not for stuff, but to get in your pants. Not that I'm surprised, actually; it's what I'm here after. But I had at least hoped I had a more subtle approach.

    Earl: Not exactly. After all, I'm pretty much past that kind of stuff these days, knocking on 80 and tired enough to prove it.

    SPS: What (aside from this interview, perhaps) is the most obnoxious request?

    Earl: Letters from clergymen on church letterheads asking to be fixed up with teenage or preteen boys. Letters from law-enforcement on letterheads asking for fuck flicks...in each case they were referred to the FBI for handling.

    SPS: This is one thing people I speak with are surprised to hear about you. Most of them know of you from the sci-fi pages and they seem surprised to hear of ...For Nothing Left To Lose... Personally, I want to join your cult just for those points of view. (Then again, I'm under the impression that your cult has many other benefits.)

    Earl: Sure does. Keeps me off the streets and clean and honest.

    SPS: When I show folks For Nothing Left To Lose, a few say something such as, "Oh, yeah, well, I guess three months in the clink for obscenity would do that..." but I'm of the impression that it was just these opinions which led you to your work, which led to the nasty time. Am I right, or are those other folks?

    Earl: You are right. I don't have to feel like I'm fighting the whole world, at least the fucked up professional politicians who sold our country out to the highest bidders. I can go along with the flow and play total idiot just like the majority of C-average US citizens, especially the ones in charge in D.C.

    SPS: I certainly will share my thoughts on this, but I wonder what you think it is that continues to draw people to you?

    Earl: Audacity. Admitting to the human condition and denying religious superstitions and myths as life motivations.

    To be continued...

    All images from Earl Kemp, used with written permission.

    Related: Part Two of the interview, Earl Kemp on Science Fiction.

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    Monday, March 31, 2008

    Something Something German Porn


    There is a language barrier for love -- or at least lust. If, that is, you, like me, want to understand just a bit of what you seek to besmirch.

    Her name, the publication's name, the year made... something to bring you er, closer together.

    Several attempts at online translation, and I am no closer to understanding Pornót forgatott az NDK hadserege than Porn twirled the NDK his military.

    However, such photographs are intriguing... And not just for bare breasts beneath army jackets.

    There's a retro look to them, which at first made me feel as ashamed as when I went to borrow one of my parent's magazines. What if the porn was new and I was being an Ugly American?

    But fear not, it seems that somehow I have great abilities involving the translation of both film and hair styles into decades, for most other countries.
    THE stáb former tagja, the yet today 57 age-old Dietmar Schürtz like an actor vett part the trolls, and in an interview she told me: the specific units 1982-ben hozták create, and 1989-ig, i.e. the regime collapse 12 in the movies made by.
    See? There are skills garnered from porn.

    Found via szanalmas.hu.

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    Theda Bara In Cleopatra

    Holy crap! Someone actually owns the belt, slave bracelet and chain of office Theda Bara wore in the 1917 (presumed lost) silent film production of Cleopatra -- and I mean a some one, not an institute, archive or organization.






    I'm so completely jealous -- but as it's Mary Cade, the lady who's found missing film footage (as noted in my Annette Kellerman post), I can live with it.

    Speaking of Kellerman, here's more -- lots more -- on Cade's Kellerman research and collection. Don't you just want that wardrobe trunk? Looks like a grand place to stash lots of magazines.

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    Friday, March 28, 2008

    High-Five Fridays #11


    #1 A high-five to Deanna for admitting to obsessive researching -- not only so relate-able, but interesting enough to drive me to searching too. Now I too must know who Mariposa is! I'll give a high-five to any and all who have real information.

    #2 Slip of a Girl was interviewed regarding her lingerie ephemera collection over at Marty's Ephemera Blog. (Marty himself was recently interviewed at Collectors' Quest.)

    #3 More retro (1960's) men pondering the nude human form: Russell Baker On Nudity over at Sex is a Red-Blooded Thing.

    #4 Curt Purcell of The Groovy Age of Horror wrote Formula, Convention, and Cliche: Repetition in Genre Fiction, an excellent primer for educating the uninitiated into the joys of genre fiction (which is the bulk of pulp, don't cha know).

    #5 Schadenfreudian Therapy posts I'm a Dirty Pearl -- exposing the saucier side of Pearl Bailey & her Naughty But Nice LP.

    Lastly, a bonus #6 high-five to Will at Hang Fire Books (a regular here now, hmm?) for his Google Reader idea -- and trying to walk me through it. I'll get it yet, by crackie!

    The purpose of this meme is to give high-fives to 5 people, posts, blogs and/or websites you've admired during the week. I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 5 high-fives on Friday. Trackbacks, pings, linky widgets, comment links accepted!

    Visiting fellow High-Fivers is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your High-Fives in others comments (please note if NWS).



    ** Remember, Mister Linky use is for those #1 participating in the meme (this week's High-Five Friday) and #2 who leave a comment. Thank you!

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    Thursday, March 27, 2008

    Collecting: Creepy or Sexy?

    Via Boing Boing, quotes from Robert Crumb on Collecting (from Vinyl Junkies: Adventures in Record Collecting, by Brett Milano):
    “Collecting is creepy. Record collectors put each other down for their various fixations. Everybody is convinced that his way of collecting is superior. They look down on casual collectors, who are just accumulators -- the kind who’ll just pick up anything and let it pile up. A true collector is more of a connoisseur, and that’s the good thing about collecting. It creates a connoisseurship to sort out what’s worthwhile in the culture and what isn’t. Wealthy art collectors in this country have sorted out who the great artists are. If you’re collecting a lot of objects of one particular kind, you develop a very acute sense of discrimination.”

    “Any of the younger guys who get into collecting are quirky and oddball types, pretty maladjusted people. They’re not into hanging around in bars and picking up chicks or nothing. If they have a girlfriend at all it’s amazing. And the older collectors I know, a lot of them just have their little room down in the basement where they go and listen. They don’t share it with anyone, and their wives don’t know anything about it. So when they die, the vultures start descending.”

    “Picking up chicks? Forget it! It never gets them hot, they don’t give a shit about collectors. I wouldn’t say that collectors are antisocial - that would imply that they want to do something harmful to society - but it’s not very sociable either. Very self-obsessed, kind of asocial. That’s why the world looks down on collectors, it takes a certain kind of personality. There is nothing sexy or glamorous about it. Women aren’t attracted to people because they collect. You can go up to them and say, ‘I’m an outlaw bandit’ and they’ll like that. But if you say, ‘I’m a collector’ - no chance.”
    With all due respect, Mr. Crumb, I promise not to start drawing comic books -- if you'll stop telling me what kind of guys I dig.

    I'll take (and I have) a collector over an outlaw bandit (or any bad boy) any day.

    Related: Marybeth Hamilton celebrates the passion of a record collector, from where the image comes.

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    Monday, March 24, 2008

    Malleus Maleficarum Demons Chronicals Mini-Figures

    Collin at CQ reviews Demons Chronicle XI Mini-Figures: Malleus Maleficarum:

    Historically, the ‘Malleus Maleficarum’, or ‘The Hammer of Witches’, was a book written in 1486 by a pair of ornery witch hunters, during the height of the persecution of these perceived ‘witches’. The invention of the printing press around this time allowed the book to spread far and wide, despite being banned by the Catholic Church as ‘unethical’. It’s a very interesting read, with entire chapters dedicated to things like “What do you do if you’ve been physically emasculated by a witch?”, which seemed to be a fairly major concern. That, and witchcraft being an affront to God, of course - but mostly, there was a lot of terror about strange vanishings in trouser town, all written in an anecdotal style akin to ‘one time I heard about this guy and this thing TOTALLY happened to him.’

    The book also addresses the fact that witches can turn men into beasts, though they rarely seem to turn other females into lesser forms. By extension, these witches also had the power to make themselves ridiculously seductive, so that barely any magic was needed against whichever male they sought to ruin - just purely biological sex appeal. This is the complicated premise of the eleventh and latest set of Demons Chronicle gashapon, created by Yanoman in Japan.

    Looking at them, I'm a bit surprised to see such a number of them with an ancient Egyptian theme; then again, there's the standard mythology of zodiac themes, a requisite in anything anime. Scantily clad and even nude, I should just be happy there are no tentacles.


    More on the series of mini-figures, from Collin:
    This eleventh series is composed entirely of female figures in mythical animal forms. They’re about 2 inches tall, with an additional heavy base for each figure, and they all come disassembled into about six or seven pieces each, which must be put together very delicately. Every figure comes in two different color schemes - a painted, full-color version, and a beige, statuesque version. New to this series is the option to display each figure with a human head, or an alternate scary animal head - revealing the duality of the nature of these shapely witches. Don’t be fooled, guys - it’s no fun to make out with a bird skull.
    You can see nine more of them in at Collin's page in the CQ community.

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    "I wanted to see a prostitute drawn by my grandmother"

    So says Project Prostitute, which then presents all the drawn images. Some of the artistic representations are of the usual variety, fishnets and smoking for example; but others are so absurd they are cute, such as the green 'lot lizard' with handcuffs.



    I think what I love about this collection the most is the wide range of ideas shown; certainly the artworks expose as much about the creators as they do values and ideas regarding prostitution.




    You'll also find more images from Project Prostitute at Flickr. (I discovered this by clicking 'see larger, and I find that more enjoyable than the flash galleries at Project Prostitute; there is more than one Flickr user involved, as I also found this gallery set too. So poke about and see what you find.)



    And I can't help but compare these depictions of sex workers to some of the conclusions jumped to about sex collectors...



    Come to think of it, that would be a really excellent project.

    If you'd like to send in images of collectors of adult collectibles, sex history, risque items etc., either based on what you've had people say to you, or even what you think about me, then please do so. I'll gladly post them.

    Via Fleshbot.

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    Friday, March 21, 2008

    High-Five Fridays #10