Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Pygama Girl Mystery

"In the 1930s, pyjamas were exotic, the sort of thing worn by young flappers. These so-called 'new women' dressed in skimpy clothes, they smoked, they drank, they partied and they laughed at convention" -- and when they were murdered, it was what they deserved. Alessia presents the whole nasty scoop of clumping kitty litter that is The Pygama Girl Mystery in, My Pajamas Made Him Kill Me (Or, In Which I Review A Film I Haven't Seen).

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Poet Sylvia Plath's Son, Nicholas Hughes, Commits Suicide

From Hillel Italie & Rachel D'Oro of the AP (links added by SPS):
When Nicholas Hughes was in his early 20s, his father, poet Ted Hughes, advised him on the importance of living bravely.

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated," Hughes wrote to his son, who committed suicide at 47 last week at his home in Fairbanks, Alaska, 46 years after Nicholas' mother, poet Sylvia Plath, killed herself.

"And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all."

From the time that Plath died, in 1963, Ted Hughes had tried to protect and strengthen their children, Frieda and Nicholas, from their mother's fate and fame. He burned the last volume of his wife's journals, a decision strongly criticized by scholars and fans, and waited years to tell his children the full details of Plath's suicide.

And only near the end of his own life, in his "Birthday Letters" poems, did he share his side of modern poetry's most famous and ill-starred couple.

"What I've been hiding all my life, from myself and everybody else, is not terrible at all. Though you didn't want to read it," he wrote to Nicholas in 1998, months before Ted Hughes died of cancer.

"And the effect on me, Nicky, the sense of gigantic, upheaval transformation in my mind, is quite bewildering. It's as though I have completely new different brains. I can think thoughts I never could think. I have a freedom of imagination I've not felt since 1962. Just to have got rid of all that."

"But I tell you all this," Hughes added, "with a hope that it will let you understand a lot of things. ... Don't laugh it off. In 1963 you were hit even harder than me. But you will have to deal with it, just as I have had to."

Nicholas Hughes, who was not married and had no children, hanged himself March 16, Alaska State Troopers said. He was a man of science, not letters, the only member of his immediate family not to become a poet. A fisheries biologist, he spent nearly a decade on the faculty of the University of Alaska Fairbanks as a professor of fisheries and ocean sciences. He left in December 2006, according to the university's Web site.

Hughes' older sister, poet Frieda Hughes, issued a statement through the Times of London, expressing her "profound sorrow" and saying that he "had been battling depression for some time."

"His lifelong fascination with fish and fishing was a strong and shared bond with our father," Frieda Hughes wrote. "He was a loving brother, a loyal friend to those who knew him and, despite the vagaries that life threw at him, he maintained an almost childlike innocence and enthusiasm for the next project or plan."

Nicholas Hughes graduated from the University of Oxford in 1984, and received a master's of arts degree from Oxford, in 1990, before emigrating to the United States and getting a doctorate from the University of Alaska.

Hughes' family history was an "urban legend" that was passed around from student to student. But it was a subject no one discussed with him, said Kevin Schaberg, a former student in a fish ecology class taught by Hughes.

"It was obviously something he did not want to talk about," said Schaberg, who added that he knew Hughes struggled with depression. "I never brought it (his family) up. He never brought it up."

Mark Wipfli, an aquatic ecologist at the University of Alaska and a good friend of Hughes, said that Hughes never spoke of his mother to him, but he talked warmly of his father, who sometimes visited Hughes in Alaska. Even though he had left the university, Hughes remained active in research and was a key scientist in an ongoing study of king salmon.

"I would really like to see him recognized in his own right, not just as the son of two famous people," Wipfli said. "In his own right, he was an incredibly wonderful person."

Hughes not only taught about fish, he also enjoyed fishing and other Alaska pursuits, such as skiing, boating and hunting moose and caribou. What stands out the most for Schaberg, however, is Hughes' vast knowledge of fish, his instant recall of authors, titles and journals on even the most obscure subjects.

"Nick was probably one of the smartest guys I've ever met," he said. "When it came to fish, he was a walking bibliography."

Hughes was only 9 months old when his parents separated and was still an infant when his mother died in February 1963, gassing herself in a London flat as her children slept. A few months earlier, she had written of Nicholas: "You are the one/Solid the spaces lean on, envious/You are the baby in the barn."

Not widely known when she died, Plath became a cult figure through the novel "The Bell Jar," which told of a suicidal young woman, and through the prophetic "Ariel" poems --"I shall never grow old," she wrote-- she had been working on near the end of her life.

The immediate cause of her breakup with Hughes was his affair with Assia Wevill. Plath's legacy haunted her husband, hounded for years by women who believed he was responsible for her suicide and by a procession of biographers and fans obsessed with the brief, impassioned and tragic marriage between the two poets.

Ted Hughes relived the tragedy not only through the constant reminders of Plath, but also through the suicide of Wevill, his second wife, who in March 1969 killed herself and their 4-year-old daughter.
Also: Guardian's coverage and Mirror's coverage

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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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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Chocolate Kiss Nipples Surrounded By Peanut Butter Cookie Breast



I could just be hungry, but that's what I see when I look at this 1950 nude by Clement Haupers -- a peanut butter kiss cookie.



Hey, that comment can't be anywhere near as racist as the work's title, High Brown.

The work is part of the American and European Paintings Auction, March 12, 2009 at Cowan's Auctions.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

It's Time For Chef Boy-Ar-Dee -- And Boobies

This painting with nude breasts by Rolf Stoll was formerly owned by Chef Boyardee (aka Ettore Boiardi) and so hung in his Ohio restaurant -- which is proof that old Ettore had better taste than his canned pasta.


The painting is part of the American and European Paintings Auction, March 12, 2009 at Cowan's Auctions, with an estimated value of $4,000-6,000. Dat a makes for a spicy meat-a ball-a.
Andalusian Fantasy
oil on canvas
signed l.r.
housed in stenciled Art Deco frame
50" x 35"

EXHIBITED

Ohio State Fair, 1934
Cleveland Art Museum, Exhibition of Works by Cleveland Artists and Craftsmen, April 2nd-June 3rd, 1934

Provenance: This painting originally hung in the Italian Restaurant Giardino d'Italia in Cleveland, Ohio, and was owned by Ettore Boiardi, founder of the Chef Boyardee Company
Descended from the Above to the Present Owner

Condition: Very small area of craquelure in center, four tiny flakes to paint in center, otherwise excellent condition.
(EST $4000-$6000)

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I May Just Watch The Rose Parade

Upon hearing the news that Cloris Leachman will be the Rose Parade grand marshal, I dug 'round in my stash for this:



I love Cloris. Then and now, she rocks.

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Monday, December 29, 2008

Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy: Calls For Submissions

I'm hosting the next Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy on January 5th 8th 2009. (Update: Extended due to holiday chaos!)

This sex positive carnival highlights posts/articles promoting the sexual rights and freedom of women -- you can get an idea by seeing past editions at Better Burn That Dress, Sister and Sex-Kitten.Net. However...

I just might be mixing things up a bit with my edition. I'd like to focus on the past -- for otherwise we are doomed to repeat it. So, in my official call for submissions, I'd like to outline a few specifics ideas or topics I'd really like to see.

Because this blog is about history, I'd like to see/read posts which are focused on the past. That includes, but is not limited to:

* Explorations of your personal sex/relationship history -- not fiction, but non-fiction musings about lessons, frustrations, etc. Bonus points if you can tie it to a film, show us art which reflects it, point to parallels in the life of a pinup, or otherwise connect it to some pop culture reference point.

* Biographies or discussions of famous folks; what they've taught you, forced you to think about, or rudely awakened you to.

* Art history, artistic movements, artists, specific works, etc. which explore themes you dig, wish would return "because", or otherwise have you pondering gender, sex and rights.

* Political, religious, criminal, cultural history lessons involving sexuality & human rights.

* Reviews & analysis of film, music, magazines, books, etc. from the point of view of where they fit in or the messages they send/reflect regarding sexuality & society.

* How & where pop culture and public policy intersect regarding sexuality, sex education, and private lives.

Again, the above are suggestions, hopes, dreams -- but don't feel like you are crushing them (or my spirits) if you write/submit something that's more traditional fare for the carnival.

You are free to write anything along these lines just for this carnival edition, send me a link to a piece/pieces you've already written on any of these or related and appropriate themes, and/or submit a post/article you've read by someone else that seems to fit & rocks your world or impresses you enough to make the effort to nominate someone.

Please email your submission to me at Naughty(dot)Words(at)gmail(dot)com prior to noon on January 4th, 2009.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

I Am Officially Amused

Ads on page 14 of the San Francisco-Bay Area Official Amusement Guide, Week beginning May 4, 1967.



Galaxie ad: "Pretties Topless Dancers", featuring Jeani Monroe, original amateur topless contest, record stars Rick Stevens Four.

And ad for Finocchio's Worlds Greatest Female Impersonators, featuring Jackie Phillips, "The Riotous Redhead."

Moulin Rouge promo for Marta Dane -- "The Gorgeous Dane".

And Follies Burlesk, oddly enough, promoted themselves as having "S.F.'s only live stage show" -- which implies that Jeani, Jackie, Marta and the rest were dead? The Follies Burlesk also had "Girls Galore" and "Zany Comics" (dibs on that last one as my stage name!)

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Toast To Sex Positive Parenting

Tonight on the Cult of Gracie a discussion on sex positive parenting:
This Wednesday (November 12, from 9 to 10 PM Central time), the lovely Dr. Jane Vargas, of PantyMistress.com, returns to Cult of Gracie Radio with her sex positive feminist daughters, Rebecca of Porn Perspectives and Rachel aka the Pop Feminist.
Listen live to the show here; call in at 646.200.3136 and be live on the air.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

No, It Wasn't Halloween

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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

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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Saturday, September 27, 2008

In Memory Of Paul Newman

Paul Newman passed away at the age of 83.



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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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Female Nude Painting By Pan Yuliang

Sotheby's will be auctioning this beautiful nude by Pan Yuliang Auction estimate is 400,000—600,000 HKD.



From the auction lot description:
measurements note
43.5 by 35cm.; 17 by 13 5/8in.

DESCRIPTION

signed in Chinese with the artist's seal mark in the upper left, framed Executed circa 1940s

ink and watercolour on paper board

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Critical Perspectives on Sexuality and Pornography in Science and Social Fiction

Via Sex-Kitten:
XXBN gets inside the Arse Elektronika Conference, with Gracie Passette speaking live with Johannes Grenzfurthner 9/26/2008 at 9 PM Pacific/11 PM Central (9/27/2008 at 12:00 AM Eastern). This year's conference theme is Do Androids Sleep With Electric Sheep? Critical Perspectives on Sexuality and Pornography in Science and Social Fiction.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Counting On The Kindness Of Satyrs


From the Sotheby's listing:
FOLLOWER OF JOHANN CARL LOTH
SATYR AND BACCHANTE

5,000—7,000 EUR

MEASUREMENTS

107.8 by 75 cm.

DESCRIPTION

oil on canvas

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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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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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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Pat In Red Brought How Much Green?

Auctioned by Southeby's in Melbourne yesterday, lot #16, Richard Larter's Pat In Red.

From the catalogue:
In the present work raunchy images of Pat Larter sit flat on the frontal plane. Behind them shimmers a delicate pattern of coloured dots, the complimentary and contrasting yellows, greens and blues giving the red a singing intensity.
I find myself not noticing anything other than the black, black pubic hair.

I miss pubic hair in erotic works.

Additional details on the art work:
MEASUREMENTS

121.5 by 177cm

DESCRIPTION

Signed and dated Oct 19-0 ? lower right

Oil on board
Expected to sell for 18,000—25,000 AUD, no word yet on final sale price/

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Monday, August 25, 2008

Dying For A Long Delayed Nude

I love everything about this piece; from the point of view & featured nipples, to the fact that it's drawn on tracing paper.

Drawing For A Long Delayed Nude, by Tom Wesselmann, will be up for auction at Sotheby's September 10th. Auction estimate, $10,000—15,000; so I will likely only get as close to it as this posting.
MEASUREMENTS

measurements
4 by 5 1/2 in.

alternate measurements
10.1 by 14 cm.

DESCRIPTION

signed in pencil; signed, titled, dated 1973 + 1975

ballpoint pen and colored pencil on tracing paper

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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.)

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A Bronzed Babe To Class Up The Joint


Also from the James D. Julia Auction's three day auction, August 26-28, 2008.

1228:
ALICE RIORDAN (American, 20th Century) THE TEMPTRESS. Multi-colored bronze sculpture shows a young woman lying on a naturalistic bed scantily clad. Her dress is a blueish/gray. Her skin is bright bronze and she has red flowers in her hair. She lies on a brown colored textured bed. Signed “Alice Riordan” and numbered “54/250” with a foundry mark of a conjoined initial. Mounted to a black base. SIZE: 10-1/2” h x 18” l x 12-1/2” w. CONDITION: Very good. 9-94409 (900-1,400)

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Rita Hayworth Pastel

From the James D. Julia Auction's three day auction, August 26-28, 2008; item #3440:

HOWARD CONNOLLY (American, 1903-) “RITA HAYWORTH”. Large pastel portrait of Rita Hayworth dated “1942” and signed lower left. She is seen with a glamour gown with white ermine fur. Her broad smile and auburn hair are accented by the black background. Housed in a silver and gold painted wood frame with glass. SIZE: 40” x 30”. CONDITION: Very good. 9-94036 (1,400-1,800)

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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

Nina Hartley

Tonight at 9 PM (central), Cult of Gracie Radio has Nina Hartley. If the 600+ videos and films don't impress you, how about these facts from Cult of Gracie's blog:
Her history as a sex positive feminist includes:

* Founding the the Feminist Anti-Censorship Task Force, known as FACT.

* Starting the Pink Ladies Social Club, a club which supports women (performers, writers, makeup artists, directors etc.) who works in the adult industry and works to fight the stereotype of female sex workers as bimbos &/or victims coerced by men into humiliating themselves.

* Being a member of the Board of Directors for the Woodhull Freedom Foundation, an organization that works to advance sexual freedom as a fundamental human right by protecting and advancing freedom of speech and sexual expression), but with her wisdom in faith and religion.
Body, brains, and a soul. Hubba!

More show info here.

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Friday, August 08, 2008

Where Hookers Rake It In

Vintage BBW Burlseque Watercolor


From the James D. Julia Auction's three day auction, August 26-28, 2008; item #3508.
CHAIM GROSS (American, 1904-1991) THE FOUR DANCERS. Watercolor depicting four burlesque type dancers. Inscribed and signed bottom right and dated "1950". Housed in a modern ivy decorated gilt frame with triple matte. SIZE: Sight: 9-1/2" x 13-1/2". CONDITION: Very good. 9-94038 (800-1,200)

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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Cheeky Little Cherub Tickles Her Awake


Also from the James D. Julia Auction's three day auction, August 26-28, 2008; item #3638:
BENTON MURDOCH SPRUANCE (American, 1904-1967) "VENUS AWAKE". Fine & Looney 250, Edition of 35. Lithograph on paper scene shows a nude woman being tickled by a putti. A figure is seen in background with artist pallet painting. Pencil signed "Spruance 46". Pencil titled and "Ed 35". Hinge mounted in a white matte. SIZE: Image: 17-1/4" x 13-1/4". Paper: 23-3/4" x 18-3/4". CONDITION: Very good. 9-92853 (2,000-2,500)
The Philadelphia Print Shop has additional prints (non-nude) and a brief bio on the artist.

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Sunday, August 03, 2008

On The Death Of Playgirl

Playgirl, it is rumored -- but not confirmed, officially bites the dust, or at least will have the sheet pulled over it's non-seeing eyes.

I feel badly about it, actually. I know Playgirl wasn't really, effectively, a women's mag, and as a gay man's mag, it certainly had a lot to learn; proving that Hefner's (especially later-day, modern Playboy) cookie-cutter approach of selling mags to men couldn't translate to any real knowledge of sex. Sorry, Hef, but that's the damn truth of it. (And, if I may say so, the last seven times I've seen you, you didn't just look tired &/or old; you looked miserably unhappy -- are you sick & tired of playing the corporate icon role?)

Gracie (of many, many sites) & I spent an hour or more on the phone discussing the comatose status of Playgirl a few weeks ago -- before we knew the life support was pulled. Perhaps we'll have to elaborate on the many ways Playgirl missed it's mark (hetero women) and any other mark (gay men) with their poor aim and bland Marks. Its failure is rather complicated in the details.


And for the record, yeah, I've bought copies. Gracie too. And we've read them. They just didn't inspire much of anything, let alone to purchase issues more than a handful of times. Mainly we just mocked it, page by page. (Best when done with your gal-pals, by the way; otherwise, you just get angry that you bought it & that they published such a bad magazine.) It also made a great gag gift; right up there with inflatable penis hats, crossword puzzle toilet paper, and blow-up sheep dolls... Come to think of it, I've given more of those sheep away than any other novelty. But I digress.

With all that is wrong with Playgirl, I sill feel a loss at it's (probable) passing.

It's not just "one less dirty magazine", but an example of how the business of arousal requires some sense of intelligence -- something I'd been wishing Playgirl would have matured into, finally offering a real publication for women. Or at least admitting they were for men, and going for that. Either way, some smarts would be nice -- and likely ensure its survival. More smut, to me, is a good thing; more intelligent smut is a great thing.

Maybe Playgirl's death is just a mean rumor. In that case, I hope they're reading here and learning something.

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Girl Washing Her Hair


Slip of a Girl (her design blog is here) alerted me to this piece to be auctioned at James D. Julia Auction's three day auction at the Samoset Resort (Rockland, Maine), August 26-28, 2008.

#1227:
HUGO ROBUS (American 1885-1964) "GIRL WASHING HER HAIR". The polished bronze statue in the form of a nude woman having both arms and hands at the nape of her neck bending over washing her hair. The bronze is in a c-shape with her back extended in the air. The bronze is in a bright finish and is inscribed "1976 Forum Gallery Hugo Robus 2/18" with what appears to be a foundry seal. The piece has a separate aluminum lined wood base which has a Forum Gallery label with title, artist, medium and date "1939" which may be the original casting date, with this being a later edition. SIZE: 8" h x 14" l. CONDITION: Some small pitting to woman's back, could possibly be polished out. Very good. 9-93767 (2,500-4,000)
More on Robus here; additional works here.

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Saturday, August 02, 2008

Red-Cheeked

I'm going to be interviewed on Radio Blowfish on August 5th... Not sure yet when it will air.

Color me red.

To distract us all, why not read Greta Christina's post at the Blowfish Blog, On Watching the Same Ten-Second TV Spank Scene… Over and Over and Over:
What is it about sex scenes in non- porno movies and TV shows, novels and comic books, that makes them hot?

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Earl Kemp On Fandom

Chatter with Earl Kemp continues...

(If you missed earlier parts of the interview: Intro, on science fiction, on censorship and politics, on reading and writing.)

SPS: I can understand your reluctance to return to editing... But a memoir? Or an anthology of your own works? You've been writing for years and have many fans...

Earl: That's the good part about the LA show mentioned separately. Makes me feel huge and significant with people actually wanting to meet me, to look at me askance and, unconsciously touch me. Sure makes me wonder where I was when I was doing all those wonderful things they imagine me doing.



SPS: OK, to recap you think the Internet is wonderful, but you still don't see the possibility of a return to or recreation of the sf community -- or any author/fan family?

Earl: No I don't. It's all part of the burgeoning of the world. Everything is becoming too big, too costly, too unmanageable even by those in power who think they're doing it right and only for the buck. They don't get any of it. They don't want to get any of it. They don't want anything disproving their concepts of what they think of as money-making reality.

The best times are always with the right person/people/group and that is limited, by necessity, to all one can handle.

There are annual World SF Cons...they attract many thousands of people from far too many tangential directions with their own crosses to bare. Multiple tracks of bland propaganda hyping things of no significance. Twenty to 30 program items going on simultaneously in several different ballrooms and, at times, even in several different 4-star, plush, unreasonably expensive hotels, some within walking distance.

SPS: I'll admit I've never been... It's always seemed more for exhibitionists than shared/sharing interests. But hey, I'm now elusive, if not heading for hermit status.

Your points about size are valid; it is difficult to create mass intimacy. Orgies do not satiate when the real point is a connection based on something more than body contact. Yet immense popularity sort of forces the situation, no?

Earl: It certainly forces me to avoid the situation. Otherwise I would find myself spending thousands that I don't have just to sneak around and secretly meet old friends who are doing the same thing and avoiding all else.

SPS: It's a conundrum of sorts... Fans create popularity; yet the more popular the person/work/genre, the less access and connection. In some cases this decreases popularity; in other cases, I think it decreases the quality/care of the work/person. (Then again there's the misplaced idolization of celebrity itself.) Have you any thoughts on how to balance this?

Earl: No. [But] then there is the annual Corflu meeting of fanzine editors, usually less than 200 where everyone knows your face and damned near everything else. A sit down, hash it out, get screwed up, network with your closest friends from all over the world. Heaven! I can hardly wait.



Image credits:

LAPB 2008 photos at NooSFere.

Corflu photo from gsmattingly at Flickr.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

What Happens In Vegas...

Is different than what happens on your way to Vegas... Jerry Lewis caught for packin' heat for plane trip to Vegas:
Las Vegas policeman Bill Cassell said Tuesday that the actor was cited Friday for carrying an unloaded concealed weapon at the Las Vegas airport.

Lewis' manager, Claudia Marghilano, says the handgun is a hollowed-out prop gun that Lewis sometimes twirls during his show. She tells The Associated Press that the gun couldn't fire.

Marghilano says Lewis didn't know the gun was in the bag along with other props.

Cassell says if the gun were merely a prop "it wouldn't be a weapon and we couldn't cite him for carrying a weapon".
Possible quips:

a) Jerry's always mistaking real things for props; like Jerry's kids, for example.

b) Do the French still love Lewis?

c) Jerry hasn't been this low-key funny (as opposed to out-right slap-stick annoying) since Boeing Boeing (that's the 1965 film farce about sexist playboy journalists with a thing for stewardesses starring Tony Curtis, Jerry Lewis, Dany Saval, Christiane Schmidtmer, Suzanna Leighnot, & Thelma Ritter' not to be confused with Boing Boing, the site which may or may not delight in such films).

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Jennifer Cody Epstein On Prostitute-Concubine-Post-Impressionist Pan Yuliang

A brief interview with Jennifer Cody Epstein, author of The Painter from Shanghai, a novel based upon the life of Chinese painter Pan Yuliang.

Pan Yuliang is a wonderful artist -- but one who is often discussed more for her struggle to become one (having been sold at the age of 14 into prostitution by her only surviving relative) and for her nude works (at a time when such works were scandalous).

I'm delighted to have Jennifer's insight here...

SPS: When/how did you first become aware of Pan Yuliang?

Jennifer: I was actually the Guggenheim with my husband and some relatives—roughly ten years ago. The exhibition—which was amazing--was on Modern Chinese Art, and there was just one image by Pan Yuliang on display. But it drew me over immediately; it was a typical Pan Yuliang in that it was very evocative of Matisse and Cezanne, and the bright, bold colors and distinctly Western setting (as compared to the huge propaganda-style images and much more subtle ink paintings around it) really stood out for me.

SPS: What was it that captured you & compelled you to write the book?

Jennifer: Upon seeing the picture, I went over to study it more closely. And when I read about Pan’s story (prostitute-concubine-Post-Impressionist icon; really?!) it just blew me away. I’d never heard of her before—but I couldn’t, at that moment, understand why---it struck me that everyone should know about her. I suppose writing the book was one way to try to understand her, and to try to imagine what making that sort of an extraordinary journey would be like.

SPS: How long did it take to create the book?

Jennifer: From inception to publication it was almost exactly ten years--so a long time! Granted, throughout that period I quite my job at NBC, finished an MFA at Columbia and also had my two daughters, so there were some side-trips.

SPS: Why write a novel, rather than a biography?

Jennifer: Mainly because I'd made the decision--after ten years in journalism--to try writing fiction, which I'd always wanted to do. But also because Pan's story ended up being one of those where I actually had to use creative license in order to get any sort of a complete sense of her. Even the art historians I spoke to confirmed that there is so little actually factually known about her (even the birthdate on her gravestone in Paris is generally agreed to be inaccurate) that in order to get a full sense of her life, one has to simply imagine.

SPS: You mention there is little documentation or biographical information about her... What do you think that is due to? A lack of respect for her, her art? Did her popularity increase after her death, when it was "too late" for much information? Or was it a general lack of respect for women in general? Or just a problem in general of artists from that time? Something else?

Jennifer: I think the lack of documentation was in part a combination of all these factors. But I also think that Pan herself kept a pretty tight grip on her story and was very careful about the versions of it she allowed out. This isn't surprising, given how wildly controversial both her work and her history were, and also given the fact that people tended to pay more attention to the latter than the former.

SPS: Have you seen Hua hun, and if so, what are your thoughts on the film?

Jennifer: I have. I actually knew about the film fairly early into my research, but held off watching it until I was well grounded in my own book and characters---I didn't want to risk being overly influenced by it. think I finally sat through it after I'd already finished with Shanghai in my book and was moving on to Paris. I certainly appreciated Hua Hun for its beauty--it was very well-done, and I loved the intense aestheticism of it visually. But I did feel that--like the biography it's based on--the movie portrayed Pan Yuliang as somewhat less of a self-determined woman and artist than I came to see her as. The general sense I got from watching it was that she was more or less shaped by the actions of the men around her; e.g., rescued despite herself from the brothel, guided into art and school by her husband, etc. I sensed such a strength of character and will in her paintings, though, that I really wanted to give her more of a role in her evolution as an artist.

It's been noted to me, incidentally, that some readers think i made her too strong--they don't find her particularly likeable. But my sense is (both from my own musings and from what I've heard) that she wasn't an easy person in real life to either know or to like--so I suppose in some ways that just makes me hope that I got something right!

SPS: Did she have any children?

Jennifer: She did not. The biographical info points to at least one pregnancy but (as I write [in the book]) that was terminated. She did adopt her husband's son, however; he's still alive I believe, in Anhui province.

SPS: If you could say in one sentence (of what took a decade to create) -- what you think is the sum of the book... I guess that would be two sentences --

Jennifer: The sum, for me, is really the boundless creativity and ingenuity of the human spirit (though I hope that doesn't make people gag!). The truth is, Pan Yuliang was pretty much damned from the start by so many factors--her gender, her class, her country of origin; the fact that her parents died and her uncle was an opium addict; the fact that she was sold into a brothel. It's a set of circumstances that most women would simply not have survived. And yet thanks to her resilience, talent and the sheer bravery she displayed in painting what she wanted, regardless of cost, she has left other women and artists this extraordinary example and legacy. (I'm sorry, that's four sentences and a lot of semicolons!)

SPS: That's OK -- it took me how many sentence fragments just to get near a question. *wink* Do you have a "one sentence bit" of what you hope the reader walks away with from The Painter From Shanghai?

Jennifer: That even in the most apparently dire of circumstances you still have the power to shape your own dreams, goals, life.

SPS: And, in one sentence, what did you walk away from the experience with?

Jennifer: The thrill of having had Pan Yuliang and China as a job for the past decade (how lucky is that!?), and a renewed faith in myself for actually having published a historical novel with family and sanity (at least somewhat) intact!

Thanks, Jennifer; I can't wait to read it!

You can read more on Jennifer's process with the book here; and catch a live interview with the author on XXBN's Cult of Gracie, tonight (Wednesday, July 16th) at 9 P.M. (central).

Call in questions and comments are welcome at 1 (646) 200-3136. (And rumor has it that a copy of The Painter from Shanghai will be given away to live callers...)

If you miss the show, you can listen to the archived show (or download it) here.


See also:

The Nude in the Art of Pan Yuliang, by Elsa Favreau.

A Lonely Legacy of Pan Yuliang: Capital Museum in Beijing Exhibit

See more of Pan Yulian's works here.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Adamant Eve, 1949


Sheet music for the 1949 varsity show performance of Adamant Eve. Songs: I Didn't Know it Was That Good and Kissing Me; lyrics by Moe Jaffe and music by Clay Boland. Cover illustration by Lou Day. Via University of Pennsylvania Archives.

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Friday, July 11, 2008

Discounted Jayne Mansfield

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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Of White Squaws, Murders & Memoirs

From The Mail and Empire, Toronto, dated March 23, 1935, comes this clipping of the story for a renewed search for Maud Gillespie -- 40+ years after she was "kidnapped by Indians".


Leaving definitions & connotations of the word "squaw" to those far more suited to such endeavors (and I highly recommend you read it; regardless of your initial interest), I'm fascinated by such a story...

So many details are missing... Like the age of Maud when she was "kidnapped" or otherwise disappeared... Why her family members aren't listed by names, rather than crediting John Findlay... And, of course, did they find her?

Then again, is this even true?

If we can believe John Wilson Murray, Ontario's first salaried "Provincial Constable" appointed to act as "Detective for the Government of Ontario", it is true -- and they did find her.

From chapter 47 of Memoirs of a Great Detective: Incidents in the Life of John Wilson Murray:
"A few weeks after my return from St. Paul and Aeneas, there was another disappearance. It occurred hundreds of miles from the old home of Aeneas. About five miles from Thessalon, on the shore of Georgian Bay in the district of Manitoulin, lived a family of farmers named Gillespie. There was a pretty thirteen-year-old daughter, Maud Gillespie. Early in August 1888 she went out to pick berries and did not return. She was seen last near a trout stream, and a bully good trout stream it is, as I happen to know. Searching parties went out and hunted for days, but could find no trace of the child. On August 11th I went up to Thessalon and began another search. I organised parties and apportioned the territory, and sent some on foot and others in boats, and for days and nights we scoured the islands and the shores of Georgian Bay. We visited scores of Indian camps, and pushed on into the wilds, but could not find her. I knew she had no life insurance, and was not a county treasurer, and that her disappearance therefore was not suspicious, so far as she was concerned. Her parents were well-nigh distracted, and I determined to make a final effort to find her. With a small party I went far up to remote Indian camps, and in one of them I found an old squaw, who nodded and grunted to me, and I went outside with her.

"'White girl?' she asked.

"I nodded. The old squaw held out her hand.

"'Give,' she grunted. 'Give.'

"I drew out some money. She sniffed. I felt in my pockets. I had a couple of trout flies in some tinfoil; I took them out. The old squaw seized the glittering tinfoil eagerly, taking my last trout flies with it. She tucked it in her jet black hair, coarse as a horse's tail.

"'Me — see — white girl,' she muttered slowly. 'She go — so — so — so ——,' and she waved far north with her long arm.

"'Alone?' I asked. 'She go alone? Indian take white girl?'

"But the old squaw only grunted and played with the tinfoil and trout flies in her hair. We searched farther north, and twice we heard from Indians of a white girl who had passed that way. When further trailing was hopeless we turned back and made our way to Thessalon. It was a long, hard tramp. On the fourth day I came to the trout stream, where the little girl last was seen. I was tired, and I stretched full length on the ground and idly gazed at the blue sky through the trees, and then rolled over and stared at the water. It was a lovely stream. It glided beneath the over- growth into a broad, deep pool, on whose placid surface the reflection of the waving trees rose and fell amid patches of mirrored blue. Farther down the stream narrowed and rippled over rocks, splashing and gurgling as it went. But there must be no drifting aside into a fish story. I lolled by the stream until my men came up, and we moved on. No further trace of little Maud Gillespie was found, and I returned to Toronto. Fifteen years passed. In May 1903 a surveying party was exploring in New Ontario north of Lake Superior, over four hundred miles from the Gillespie home. They came upon a white woman living with the Indians in the wilderness. She was the wife of a big chief. She possessed a rare beauty of the wilds, yet was not wholly like her associates. She lived as an Indian, and exposure had tanned her a deep, dark brown. At first she was unable to talk with the white men, then gradually her power of speech in English returned until she could talk brokenly and remember a few English words. She finally recalled her name, Maud Gillespie, and her mother. They asked her if she wished to go back to her mother. She said she did, and they communicated with her people and she went back to them, a woman almost thirty years old. She had gone away a little girl of thirteen, fond of her mother, and constantly talking or singing in her childish way. She returned a silent, reserved woman, with the habits and manner and speech of an Indian. She had lost her language, she had become an Indian. Gradually her people are winning her back. It is like taming a wild creature, but eventually the inborn instincts will assert themselves, and much of the Indian life will fall away. They have been teaching her to speak her own language again, and she readily learned anew the songs she sang as a little child.

"This loss of language is a singular thing. I met an Englishman in South America who had lost his language, and he was distressed almost to distraction because of it. I have seen other cases, too, passing strange."
While there is a huge difference between the "more than forty years" the newspaper clipping claims and the fifteen years stated in Murry's memoir (memoirs themselves are imperfect recollections, and there is even some confusion regarding the memoir itself *), and this clipping was apparently published some 30 years after Murray's memoir (did she return to her Native American life and they went looking for her again?), there at least seems to be some proof to the story of Maud Gillespie... Or it's a continuing spoof story.

In my research I also discovered that there is another Findlay connection: Ralph Findlay, who did have a brother named John, was murdered and Murray was on the case.

From the University of Toronto's biography of John Wilson Murray:
Murray’s effectiveness is demonstrated by the first case in which he was involved after taking up his full-time appointment, an inquiry into the murder of Ralph Findlay, a Lambton County farmer. While local constables scurried about seeking clues to the perpetrator, suspecting that it was a stranger surprised while stealing horses, the county attorney, Julius Poussett Bucke, demanded the assistance of the government detective. It was Murray, it appears, who wrung a confession from the dead man’s wife that she had assisted her lover in the deed.
You can read Murry's recollection of the events in chapter XV of his memoir, in which he dates the murder to September of 1875, and describes a rather noble John Findlay.

* According to the University of Toronto, the first published edition of Memoirs of a Great Detective: Incidents in the Life of John Wilson Murray was published in London in 1904, without a mention of Victor Speer; however Speer is identified (as compiler and editor respectively) in the Toronto and New York editions of the book the following year.

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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

BDSM On XXBN

From Gracie at Sex-Kitten:
Ever wonder what Gloria Brame would say? Now you can find out, live.

I'm very excited to have Dr. Gloria Brame on Cult of Gracie Radio Wednesday, July 9th (at 9 P.M. central), on XXBN ~ and not just because she calls me "the divine Gracie Passette --sex-kitten and all around erotic goddess" either. *wink*

As you know (or ought to!), Gloria's a licensed clinical sexologist, leading international authority on BDSM and fetish sex, and a wise-cracking kinky person. What's not to love?

You can find out more about Gloria right here at Sex-Kitten.net: Gloria Brame Discusses Sexual Freedom in America, BDSM in Film, as well as the review of her book. More information on Gloria is available at her website, GloriaBrame.com, and her blog, Inside the mind of Gloria Brame.

Click here to listen to the show live, and call in with your comments and questions for Gloria at 1 (646) 200-3136.

Image shown here was found at Gloria's blog; check it out, if you aren't already a fan like I am.

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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, 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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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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Monday, June 23, 2008

Mermaids

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


Via Collectors' Quest.



From an Etsy shop, via iKonic Vintage.

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

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Eroticon: Erotic Art from Behind Bars

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

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

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

Eroticon: Erotic Art from Behind Bars

WHEN: Friday, June 20, 2008

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

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

ADMISSION: $10 at the door

** wine and food will be served **

Event sponsored by Busboys and Poets


More information can be found here.

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Monday, June 09, 2008

Eve Arnold: Master Photographer & Living Legend

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



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

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

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


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



Arnold currently has an exhibit at the David Gallery.

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Friday, June 06, 2008

Art Is Your Breast Defense

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



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



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

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

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Does Anyone Say "Head-Banging" Anymore?

Hot for SIXX:A.M.'s video, Pray for Me?

Catch the band on XXBN's Cult of Gracie tonight. (I'm public phone-o-phobic, so I sent my questions in via email lol)

More info on the band, and another video, here.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Black Beauty

From African bodies of evidence: Dartmouth's gutsy 'Black Womanhood' probes old wounds:
In 1810, an English ship's surgeon brought Saartjie Baartman, a young South African woman, to London. She was displayed on stage and made to squat to show her genitals. After she died in 1816, her brain, skeleton, and genitals went on exhibition in Paris, where they remained until 1974.

Baartman, dubbed the "Hottentot Venus," was a victim of colonialism at its most vulgar. She plays a generative role in "Black Womanhood: Images, Icons, and Ideologies of the African Body," a sweeping, gutsy, and provocative exhibition organized by curator Barbara Thompson at the Hood Museum of Art at Dartmouth College.
I'd never heard of Baartman. But now I'm fascinated -- in that ashamed awareness of those who rubberneck in ignorance which is combined with anger and sorrow for the woman herself.



It wasn't until 2002 that she returned home -- nearly two centuries later. (See also: The Life and Times of Sara Baartman "The Hottentot Venus", a film by Zola Maseko.)

The exhibition looks right up my alley -- to bad the museum isn't in my alley.

However, the catalog itself is apparently worth seeing. (You can purchase it from the museum.)

From a collector's standpoint, the following reminds me how many nude African female postcards I see:
Partial nudity was common in 19th-century Africa, but imagine the reaction of Victorian-era Europeans landing there, greeted by bare-skinned natives. They deemed Africans primitive and erotic, applied anthropometry - the measuring of body parts - to attempt to understand them, and sent postcards home, many with photos and captions intended to titillate and reinforce presumptions of white racial superiority.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Albert Hofmann's Really Far Out Now

Albert Hofmann, inventor of LSD and the first to synthesize psilocybin (the active constituent of 'magic mushrooms'), passed away on Tuesday Apr 29, 2008 at the age of 102 (at home, of a heart attack) .

Among other things Hofmann wrote LSD: Mein Sorgenkind (LSD: My Problem Child) and recorded a spoken word album, Lob des Schauens (In Praise of Observation).

This is primarily a sex history blog and I know nothing to share with you about Hofmann's sex life -- but I'm pretty damn sure as a user of psychedellics, he had a great sex life.

You can find more about Hofmann's work at The Albert Hofmann Foundation.

Image via beinArt's LSD: Alex Grey on Albert Hofmann.

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Sin & Redemption Radio Show

Tonight on Cult of Gracie Radio, the guest is Randall Radic, also known as 'Father Felony' or 'Daddy Radic,' is the Ripon, CA pastor who pleaded guilty to embezzlement after he sold the First Congregational Church without the knowledge of his congregation.

As the ad on the sidebar says, Grumpy Old Bookman wrote, "if you want to read a (fairly truthful) book by a priest who is a convicted felon and has had eight fiancees & two wives, & a very complicated set of relationships... then this is for you."

It promises to be a very interesting show.
About Randall: His recently released memoir, The Sound Of Meat (published by Ephemera Bound) covers his earlier life as a professional swim coach and priest, including his eight fiancees & two wives. "I used to try and save souls without ever examining my own," says Radic. Now, with this memoir, he puts pen to his mission, voice to his sin, sadism to his redemption.
Just go here at 9 p.m. (central) tonight, and press the orange button to listen live! Call in at (347) 838-8467

Can't be there live? Watch the Cult of Gracie blog for post-show info and downloads!

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Talk Tease In Art

Cult of Gracie Radio launches Wednesday, April 23, with Dr. Jane Vargas, a PhD in human sexuality & expert in tease and fetish.
About Jane: After dating a fetishist, she started X-traordinary Talk as a hobby. It grew very quickly and she quit her job as a magazine editor to grow the business which is now nearly 15 years old. She earned her PhD in 2002, with a dissertation on the sexual expression of tease (as distinct from flirtation and seduction) and how tease has manifested in artwork thru the ages. All while raising two strong, feminist daughters.
See the current show line-up here.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Ladies & Gents Noir Thriller

According to the AP, director and playwright Paul Walker's prize-winning play, Ladies & Gents, is a noir thriller performed entirely in the covered men's and women's bathrooms in Central Park's Bethesda Terrace.
The action takes place near the sinks and urinals; the audience stands, clustered in front of the row of stalls. Each of the two pieces that comprise the play runs simultaneously in both bathrooms, and it doesn't matter the order in which they are seen; the audience splits in half and switches facilities at intermission.

Set entirely in a bathroom, the show portrays the seedy underside of 1950s Dublin, when double-talking politicians professed piety but entertained prostitutes on the side.

"So, pretty much like the state of New York right now," Walker said in an interview this week, referring to former Gov. Eliot Spitzer's prostitution scandal. "These themes are always relevant."

Walker and Karl Shiels, the artistic director of the experimental Dublin theater troop Semper Fi, decided an actual bathroom was the best place _ no, the only place _ to stage the play.
See also: Canadian Press' AP review.

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

King of Soho Dies

Paul Raymond, "Britain’s Erotic Entertainment Magnate", died.

Raymond began his entrepreneurial life selling black-market nylons during World War II and went on, in 1958, to own "Raymond's Revue Bar in Soho, the first licensed serious nude strip joint in London.


Self-deprecating about his cultural status, the self-called "spiv" went on to publish various men's magazines; marry and divorce dancer & choreographer for his club, Jean Bradley; and then date porno queen Fiona Richmond for several years.


The story on Raymond's death at DailyMail is more salacious that the first obituary piece linked to (NY Times); but nearly all the 'reports' rely on comments from his ex-wife and estranged son. I have no doubts that the loss of a daughter to drugs and being one of the wealthiest men (with all the trappings and trappers it brings) were troubling, but it's difficult not to read the salt-pouring infliction of the words of those family members he left behind and be a bit cautious, if not out-right suspicious.



I rather enjoyed this quote from Jean Seaton, Professor of Media History and the Official Historian of the BBC, found at TimesOnline UK:
“He was a symptom of a radical change in sexual attitudes which was driven by feminism. What feminism did was put sex on the table and say, ‘This is part of our lives’. But he took that and commercialised it to extract monetary value from it. He made porn mainstream by making men feel less of a failure for needing it.”
While many articles play-up Raymond's (self-professed) cultural deficits, placing the man several paces away from Hefner, that quote puts the real lay of the land rather nicely in context.

Rest in peace, Paul.

See also: My post on Fiona Richmond.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Of Monroe Doctrines

I don't usually bother with coins, but Derek's article on the new Monroe dollar reminds me of something:
This isn’t the first time Monroe has been on the obverse of a coin, although the first time around he had to share the honor with a friend: in 1923, the Mint commemorated the 100th anniversary of the Monroe Doctrine with a special half-dollar, with the heads of Monroe and his Secretary of State John Quincy Adams (who will appear on a dollar himself May 15th). It wasn’t actually the Mint’s idea for the commemorative dollar: the commemorative coin was part of an elaborate plan to clean up and improve the public image of the California film industry. 300,000 of the coins were minted at the San Francisco mint and distributed in California — they are relatively uncommon, but not unobtainably rare. Several have sold on eBay from $20 to $80, depending on condition.
From that link, regarding Monroe's first coin, I am reminded of jokes about the Monroe Doctrine. They've been the pun-ery and titular fodder for Hollywood-esque headlines involving Marilyn Monroe -- and as scathing comment on US politics. But before Marilyn, there was another Hollywood connection to James Monroe. Again from the coin article link, a bit of Hollywood history:
Scandals were beginning to severely tarnish the reputation of the studios’ stars and directors. Within only a few months director William Desmond Taylor was murdered under mysterious circumstances, Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle was indicted for the murder of a minor actress, and actor Wallace Reid died from a drug overdose. The studios responded by launching a public relations campaign that they hoped would help restore public confidence in the movie industry. Two committees were formed. One, the Motion Picture Producers and Distributors of America, developed over the next decade into a self-regulating censorship board. The other, the American Historical Revue and Motion Picture Historical Exposition, was a civic-minded organization whose public relations staff found it had little to promote.

Searching for a way to raise funds, the Historical Exposition decided that a commemorative coin would do the trick, and in the process would generate much-needed goodwill for the film industry. The only problem was there were no convenient centennial or jubilee celebrations that California could legitimately claim in 1923. The most obvious historic event correlating with 1923 was the 150th anniversary of the 1773 Boston Tea Party. But in 1773, California was a largely unpopulated province in the Spanish Empire with no connection to New England. This dilemma was finally resolved by Congressman Walter Lineberger. Introducing a bill to authorize the Monroe Doctrine Centennial half dollar, Lineberger reasoned that Monroe Doctrine prevented England, Spain, and Russia from claiming and occupying California. While this was nothing more than historical fiction, apparently Lineberger and his fellow representatives had little concern for such details. On January 24, 1923, legislation was passed authorizing the minting of no more than 300,000 Monroe Doctrine Centennial halves: the coins were to be struck at the San Francisco Mint and distributed by the studio’s Historical Exposition committee.
The front of the coin featured Monroe and his Secretary of State in 1823, John Quincy Adams; the back "in its final form is unquestionably one of the most unusual and daring design motifs ever placed on a U.S. coin.



In place of the relief maps of the continents, Beach substituted two female figures which were contorted into a rough approximation of the shape of each land mass. The North American figure holds a branch in her left hand in the area of northern Canada while extending a twig to South America through Central America with her right hand. The South American figure holds a cornucopia with her right arm. The major ocean currents of the Atlantic and Pacific are also included, and apparently represent the flow of goods between the two continents, unimpeded by the European powers. In the lower left reverse field the centennial dates 1823-1923 flank both sides of a scroll and quill, symbols clearly intended to suggest the Monroe Doctrine. Chester Beach’s initials are found near the reverse rim at the four o’clock position and the inscriptions MONROE DOCTRINE CENTENNIAL and LOS ANGELES encircle the border. Struck in low relief, the design overall is uninspiring. The reverse motifs are novel and would indicate a certain creativity on the part of Beach were it not for the fact that the draped female figures shaped as two continents were actually copyrighted in 1899 by artist Ralph Beck and used by Beach for the seal of the Pan-American Exposition of 1901.

The artist, more commonly known as Raphael Beck or A. Raphael Beck, did in fact create the clever female continent design. Beck's work, among over 400 submissions, was chosen as the official logo by the Pan-American Exposition Company for the expo in 1901 and official souvenirs, (silver spoon image via Sipler).



In other words, the deal with the first Monroe coin was to promote a more pure Hollywood -- with a completely fabricated story & a coin with appropriated art. Nice new image, Hollywood.

Related:

Complicated Women: Sex & Power in Pre-Code Hollywood

Pola Negri

Marilyn Monroe: All I Need Is This Doll

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

The Savage 70's


A retro postcard for Casino de Paris at the old Dunes in Las Vegas. Casino de Paris, with it's cast of 100, was conceived, produced and directed by Frederic Apcar, and came to the Dunes in '63.

I cannot make out the artist name on the illustration (no credits are on the back), nor do I know if the nude blonde with a tiger is representative of any particular star. Any help is appreciated.

I just love that the risque card was sent to, "Dear Mother & Father".


According to the image below, via Las Vegas Mikey, Savage '70's started in 1970. (The postcard's postmark is difficult to read; it looks like it could be 1971.)



Related:

* Mondo-Vegas on the Dunes Hotel

* more images & info on Casino de Paris

* a Dunes menu with the same art

* Loulou Gasté (related to photo of Loulou Gasté & Line Renaud in front of classic Dunes sign promoting Casino de Paris, below)

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Thursday, January 31, 2008

Rings Around Of Rosies...

Asses, asses, will they all fall down?


Bacchus has found this vintage image he's calling "Ring Of Sodomy" -- and if you know anything about it, please do share!

One lead has suggested the image may be from the Barbican, but they opt for few images on their site... As with this Between the Futons: Japanese Erotica of the Early Modern Period exhibit.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sex Worker's Art Show, 2008

This info comes via Chloe Jo's Newsletter:

The show is a jaw-dropping evening of performance art created by people who work in the sex industry and are artists, innovators, and geniuses!

Hitting the road in two big vans loaded with a stripper pole, fifteen ponds of glitter, and an ipod, the acclaimed cabaret-style show brings audiences across the nation a blend of spoken word, music, drag, burlesque, and multimedia performance art. Intelligent and hot, disturbing and hilarious, the performances offer a wide range of perspectives on sex work, from celebrations of sex positivity, to views of the darker sides of the industry.

This year's incredible lineup of performers includes international burlesque sensation and recipient of the "Best Body in Burlesque" award, Miss Dirty Martini; infamous feminist author Chris Kraus; award-winning author of the coming-out memoir How I Learned to Snap, Kirk Read; porn star and writer Lorelei Lee; performance artist and comic queen of cleavage The World Famous *BOB*; performer and musical theatre mutineer Erin Markey; internationally infamous drag-subverter Krylon Superstar; dominatrix and destroyer of Asian feminine mythology Keva I. Lee; and tour founder and director Annie Oakley.

The show includes people from all areas of the sex industry: strippers, prostitutes, dommes, film stars, phone sex operators, internet models, etc. It smashes traditional stereotypes and moves beyond "positive" and "negative" into a fuller articulation of the complicated ways sex workers experience their jobs and their lives. The Sex Workers' Art Show entertains, arouses, and amazes while simultaneously offering scathing and insightful commentary on notions of class, race, gender, labor and sexuality!

Also featured at the show will be a new anthology of sex worker writings, Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry (Seal Press), edited by Annie Oakley. Working Sex features work by several of the show's performers, as well as Eileen Myles, Bruce LaBruce, Nomy Lamm, Michelle Tea, and many more!

For more info visit http://sexworkersartshow.com

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Becoming The Object Of Lust

I get quite a few people who arrive at this blog searching for "where porn stars come from", "making of a porn star" and the like, which I'm guessing leads to some rather disappointed people who arrive here. I mean if you're looking for a how-to on becoming a porn star, this history-slash-collectibles blog isn't likely what you hoped for or expected to find.

But then again, I doubt there's any site which could really tell you, let alone teach you, what you want to know in that regard...

There's no formula to becoming a porn star or any sort of celebrity. You can study your craft, assume the position, be in the right places, and even know all the right people -- for any gig. But to become a star, a celebrity, a legend, well that requires that undefinable 'it' factor that cannot be learned, purchased, nor even, to the chagrin of some, given away should you have it.

People make you popular, and what makes the people want you, like you, and in the case of porn, desire you in that way, is elusive to define. Certainly if there's one thing that's obvious here at this blog, it's that. There just isn't anyway to know for certain why some become the sex symbol, the object of lust, the icon of sex; or why others do not.

To that end I mention Bobby Fischer's passing.
“It was Bobby Fischer who had, single-handedly, made the world recognize that chess on its highest level was as competitive as football, as thrilling as a duel to the death, as esthetically satisfying as a fine work of art, as intellectually demanding as any form of human activity,” wrote Harold C. Schonberg, who reported on the Reykjavik match for The New York Times, in his 1973 book, “Grandmasters of Chess.”

Surely Bobby, as the rock star of chess, had his groupies -- those who knew geek-chic before there was a name for it, those who likely giggled at "Checkmate" or used it as a euphemism.

Heck, Bobby had 'it' before there was even 'porno-chic'. And as such, he deserves at least these passing remarks at Silent Porn Star. Rest in peace, Bobby.

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Belle Gunness

Belle Gunness is listed as #6 on the list of the Top 10 Most Evil Women:
Belle Gunness was one of America’s most profligate known female serial killers. At 6 ft (1.83 m) tall and over 200 lb (91 kg), she was a powerful Norwegian-American woman. She may have killed both of her husbands and all of her children (on different occasions), but she is known to have killed most of her suitors, boyfriends, and her two daughters Myrtle and Lucy. Her apparent motives involved collecting life insurance benefits. Reports estimate that she killed more than twenty people over several decades–some claim more than one hundred–and possibly got away with it. She became part of American criminal folklore, a female Bluebeard.
The story of Belle caught my eye today as Andrea Simmons, graduate student at the University of Indianapolis, has exhumed Belle's remains, and is now analyzing them, comparing the DNA with DNA samples from Belle's letters, with hopes to clarify if the body is really Belle's. While a good historical mystery is fascinating, the life and deeds of Gunness are even more compelling -- in a morbid way.

From CrimeLibrary.com:
Belle Gunness' history was re-examined and reporters wrote about the sudden inexplicable death in 1900 of her first husband, Mads Sorensen, who had been well-insured for $8,500. Two of her adopted children had died a few years earlier from conditions that might well have been due to poison, and several of her insured establishments had burned down. Belle traded her home in Austin, Illinois, for a farm in LaPorte, Indiana, and soon married Peter Gunness, who died eight months later when, as Belle reported, a meat grinder and jar of scalding water fell on his head (although no burns were present on the body and the blow to his head did not quite fit the supposed weapon).

Belle then placed matrimonial ads in various papers to lure men without family ties and with money—many of whom disappeared. That is, until they were found buried on her farm.
From Belle Gunness, La Porte's "Lady Bluebeard" we learn that Belle was in this for the money:
Belle Gunness was born in Selbu, Norway in 1858, and emigrated to the United States about 1886. She married Mads Sorenson in 1893. They owned a Chicago store that only turned a profit after it burned and they collected the insurance. In 1900 Sorenson died of convulsions and Belle received about $8,000 from his life insurance.
And she lured men via ads, like today's personal ads:
Belle began advertising in Norwegian language newspapers, "Widow, with mortgaged farm, seeks marriage. Triflers need not apply."

Apparently many answered her letters. Belle would introduce them as relatives. Belle's pretty, 18 year old niece, Jenny Olson, got suspicious because the suitors always left the farm during the night. Soon Jenny was away at school in California, according to Belle.
Do we have to guess where Jenny likely ended up?

It is believed that Belle had killed at least 25 people (other say 40 or more), including children, and the fire April 28, 1908 at Belle's home led to the discovery of many bodies -- but it also appeared as if Belle was now a victim herself.

From Crime Library:
The prime suspect in this apparent arson was a former hired hand named Ray Lamphere, who had worked for Belle about a year and who continued to have issues with her. He was even seen near her farm that morning, and he admitted he saw the fire, but said he had not felt compelled to warn anyone. Lamphere was arrested and detained.
But not everyone believes Belle was murdered, or that she even died in that fire. La Porte County Historical Society:
Ray Lamphere, Belle's hired hand, was eventually charged with murder and arson. He was convicted only on the later charge. Before dying in prison, he maintained that Belle had escaped. For years afterwards there were numerous sightings of the murderess across the country, but none were confirmed.
Now, with the work at the university, we may find an answer. However, there are still surprises:
Already, however, the researchers have made a shocking discovery: The casket they exhumed contained not just an adult woman's body, but also the partial remains of two children.

To Nawrocki, this surprise further confirmed that the initial investigations of the fire and Gunness' crimes were botched from the start.

"It makes me doubt every conclusion these people came to," he says. "Instead of answering questions, it just opened up more."
All the more reason to keep an eye on the story.

Photos (including grizzly photos of victims bodies) and other information at the La Porte County Historical Society.

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Friday, January 04, 2008

Female Art Nudes by Mancini




Nudes by Antonio Mancini, featured in both The New York Times and The Broad Street Review due to the current exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

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Saturday, December 29, 2007

"A Chorus Line Of Mocking Queens"

"We are the Stonewall girls
We wear our hair in curls
We wear no underwear
We show our pubic hair...
We wear our dungarees
Avove our nelly knees!"
Chant sung "Rockette style" by a "chorus line of mocking queens." Duberman, Stonewall, p. 200.

Via Columbia University Library's online exhibition, Stonewall and Beyond: Lesbian and Gay Culture.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Hellish Library Of My Dreams


The the French National Library has unlocked its secret archive of erotic art, and what's most surprising shouldn't be:
Marc Lambron, a novelist, said that a visit to the show, which is closed to visitors under 16, was a lesson for those who believe that good morals dominated the past. “Enter these ancestral grottos and you will gauge the scale of that lie,” he wrote.
A-duh. How'd we carry on as a species if we didn't fornicate? Expressing sex in art, if nothing else, confirms our cultural delight -- hey, and no delight in it, no afternoon delight, no babies.

What thrills (and saddens as I won't be able to visit) is the collection of written works:
The show of 350 works, ranging from manuscripts by the Marquis de Sade to early pornographic photography, is causing a stir because the library’s trove of licentious literature – known as L’Enfer (Hell) – has been the stuff of fantasy since the early 19th century.

L’Enfer, to which “immoral” works were often consigned after police seizure, was closed in 1969. Now that morals have changed, the Paris transport authority has even joined the fun, converting a Métro station into a teaser for the exhibition. Underground trains will slow down at the disused Croix-Rouge station so that passengers can glimpse erotic engravings.

Hell got its name in the 1830s when the library isolated from its vast collection works that were deemed to be “contrary to good morals”. The original works, which survived police bonfires and theft by curators, include a rich collection from the libertine age of the 18th century. Top among them is Thérèse Philosophe, a 1748 novel about the initiation of a lustful young woman that was a bestseller of its era. Some great names were consigned to Hell, including Voltaire, whose heroic-comic poem La Pucelle (The Maid) sparked scandal and the wrath of the King and the Pope in 1762.
Link found via Radical Vixen.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

International Festival Of Erotic Animation



See more at the website.

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Collector Community Launch

The community at Collectors' Quest has launched! Remember, this is how the community for adult collectibles would be -- so take a peak, try it out with other collections, then post your comments here and/or here.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Homosexuality Closeted In Historical Museum Exhibit

John Addington Symonds opened his landmark 1883 book A Problem in Greek Ethics by warning his fellow Victorians, "To ignore paiderastia is to neglect one of the features by which Greek civilisation was most sharply distinguished."

Now, 124 years later, the Metropolitan Museum of Art is still guilty of that neglect. Their astonishing new Greek and Roman Galleries reopened last Friday, and after four visits we’re left astonished that no where do they mention homosexuality. Although the cases are full of drawings depicting males together, often nude or half-clad, drinking wine side by side in bed, oiling each other up at the gym, the display cards never acknowledge the widespread same-sex relationships that other museums tell their visitors were considered "honorable." Whenever Carlos Picon and his fellow curators have an opportunity with this topic to illuminate and educate, they look away and abandon their visitors to silence. In their descriptions of thousands of images on ancient pottery, they have whitewashed homosexuality out of history.
From Erasing History at the Met at Band of Thebes (which is authored by Stephen Bottum and is most worthy of a nod all on its own -- and so has been added to the sidebar).

Amazing that Zeus cannot be shown with Ganymede, but Zeus as a swan can be in bestial (sexual) repose with Leda. And how can Sappho be 'de-sexed' as Bottum states? Sure, she had many human interactions which were not sexual, but to remove the aspect of sexuality for which we have the term Sapphic Love is rather insane.

Ah, but that's the point -- homophobia is insane.

Photo: From the Gay City News reprint of 's article.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Objects of Desire: Product Poster Masterpieces

International Poster Gallery announces "Objects of Desire: Product Poster Masterpieces", an exhibition that traces the numerous ways in which poster artists have made products and brands irresistible to the public since the 1890s.

"'Objects of Desire' is one of the most fun shows we've ever presented, but also one of the most thought provoking," comments gallery president Jim Lapides.

"It is a subject that graphic designers and advertisers have grappled with forever – how to make products sell through the right combination of word and image posted on a wall. Along with many classics, the show is full of unusual surprises from every corner of the globe."

Shown here are The Pet of the Halls from Yankee Girls Abroad, 1900, by James Montgomery Flagg (above) and Adolfo Hohenstein's Fiammiferi Senza Fosforo, circa 1900.

The show, which is free and open to the public, runs through Memorial Day, May 28, 2007 and is located at 205 Newbury Street in Boston. See internationalposter.com for information.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Feminist Art Shows

Does being a woman grant automatic entry into a feminist art show? Are women still oppressed, or is feminism itself a relic of the '70s?

Still Fewer Women

Given the stats, feminism, boiled down to a demand for equal rights, is as necessary as ever. Staging a show of women artists remains a feminist act, even in 2007.
From Even Great Women Artists Have a Difficult Time Showing, Selling by Carly Berwick.
Women account for barely one-fifth of solo exhibitions at New York galleries, according to the curators, who tallied the numbers from hundreds of venues. That figure is up from the '70s but down from the '90s, when the proportion peaked at 24 percent. Rather than wring their hands, the curators offer a corrective. It's a refreshing tactic amid a current wave of nostalgia for feminism.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Dirty Found Summer

Don't miss the Dirty Found Tour.

(If you don't know about Dirty Found, check their blog -- where they'll keep you up to date with more tour dates -- and this review too.)

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

More Than Prurient Interest Art

In Erotic Art Becoming Mainstream? artist Genevive Zacconi says:

"I do not fall neatly into a genre," she says. "Some of my work is erotic and people say, 'Oh, there's a hot girl.' But I mean to make you think about the psychology behind sex. You are meant to talk about the chemistry between men and women, the social games we play. So yes, I have been called an erotic artist and that is true, but I am not always making paintings that are supposed to get you turned on. I want to get you thinking."


Shown here is one of her works -- it sure seems more 'thinky' than 'erotic' to me.

You can see more of Zacconi's works here.

Zacconi is also co-owner of the Trinity Gallery in Philadelphia, and while (not all of) her art is erotic, her gallery hostess, Ryan sure is. (Shown here on the left, with the tray; gallery director Genevive Zacconi and assistant Robin on the right. Center is a work by Fred Harper.)



In a quasi-related article, Erick Janssen, an associate scientist at The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender, and Reproduction, says that at its core, there's nothing wrong with erotica:

"In itself, sexuality isn't a bad thing nor are depictions of sexuality," he said by phone from his Indiana office this week. "It's not a simple discussion."

There's plenty of pornography that Janssen disapproves of - violent images, for example, or what he called a "no-brainer," anything involving children - but to lump all erotica together or dismiss it out of hand is misguided, he suggested.


In the past few years I've often wondered why Kinsey has been so silent... These times call for the voice of reason & enlightenment.

At least their planning their Second Annual Kinsey Institute Juried Erotic Art Show on the University of Indiana campus. The show starts on the 13th of this month and runs through July 20th. (I might be able to get to that even.)

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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Suffrage & ERA Attacks

Anti-suffrage propaganda warned of the dangers -- tampering with men and women's 'natural' gender roles would lead to the breakdown of society. Here are some selected images...

In What, Dinner Not Ready Yet! What Have You Been Doing? the poor husband is left with screaming babies, burning dinner, cats in the milk jug, and utter chaos. He is additionally feminized with his attire, including a frilly apron. The wife returns home to find him inept, apparently denigrates him, and is literally shown wearing the pants.

(Very popular imagery for the anti-suffragists.)


Here's a lovely bit to send to your Valentine -- you know how I love these -- a postcard just making me feel worn all over:
If you will only marry me you can have all woman's rights
Such as staying up on evenings when I'm out late at nights
And should such things not satisfy the longings of your soul
You can wash up all the dishes and carry all the coal
As a really model husband I feel I'm bound to shine
So say that you take me to be Your Valentine


In the Suffragette "I told you so" postcard, (Copyright 1909, by Walter Wellman), a man and woman read a poser which reads:
"The Morning Suffragette Bulletin.
A New Era of Prosperity at Hand.
With the news that a suffragette has been elected as our next Presidentess, several flatiron and rolling pin factories have resumed on full time.
It is stated that 10,000,000 faltirons have been ordered by the new War Department alone."

Ah, yes, one of my favorites... Because male voters viewed their ability to pull a lever for a candidate akin to having their own levers pulled...
"Which Do You Prefer? The Home of Street Corner For Woman: Vote NO on Woman Suffrage"



Even women thought it was bad for women to vote. Every era has it's Phyllis Schlafly.



The image above is from this blogger, who writes that "Schlafly and others were able to exploit fears about the larger meaning of women’s equality, and a lot of those fears have faded." I don't see it that way. The ERA still isn't an amendment.

In fact, those against the ERA employed the same tactics of the anti-suffrage movement -- and for the same damn, tired reasons.



As with suffrage, the Equal Rights Amendment is all tied to the scary notion that women are equals. If women are more than or at least not limited to care taking roles for those with more rights, what will happen?

I'm so glad you asked, because here's a sampling...
Well, I certainly don't want the government, let alone this administration, in charge of anyone's children... But this is ridiculous.
Women in football?! The horror! (Notice hos she doesn't get any chest protection lol)
This one is not funny at all. Using the fear of unisex bathrooms as a 'progression' to rape. (Click to enlarge the image and see that the artist included a bit of newspaper clipping to authenticate his stance.) Disgusting fear mongering.

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Monday, April 02, 2007

WWJD?

A planned Holy Week exhibition of a nude, anatomically correct chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ was canceled Friday after Cardinal Edward Egan and other outraged Catholics complained.

Sheesh, the comments are worse than I thought... so many close-minded folks out there.

Do you think Jesus would be against a chocolate version of the crucifixion? Would he be against any nude art?

Then again, what would he think of chocolate bunnies for Easter? ...I bet he'd bite the ears first like the rest of us.

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Ginzburg, RIP

Ralph Ginzburg passed away in 2006 -- I don't know why I didn't know this earlier... He was quite a character, calling himself a "brandied fruitcake of a publisher," and a legend.

As the Washington Post points out he didn't always win his battles regarding free speech, but he sure tried.



The Shadow has great info about Ginzburg too.

Here you can listen to Ginzburg discuss the First Amendment on NPR.

If you're enamoured, get books by Ralph Ginzburg.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

More Quick Links

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Nude Art News

It never ceases to amaze me, but yet another complaint about nude art forces a museum to move the artwork. (At least it's only be moved, not removed.) Wouldn't Ruth Bernhard roll over in her grave. So much for resting in peace, Ruth.

At least museums are not as threatened as libraries seem to be.

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Monday, February 05, 2007

100,000 Years of Sex Exhibit

Via Fleshbot, news of the new exhibition at the Neanderthal Museum in Mettmann, Germany which explores the fascinating history of "100,000 Years of Sex."

The full range of more than 250 exhibits from over 60 european museums spanned Stone Age figures with oversized genitals to modern pictures with hefty sex scenes. Libertine paintings from the Greak and Roman art with lovers in all kinds of sex postions belong to the repertoire asa well as
erotic pictures from the beginning of photography. But for all that, the infamous chastety belt and the oldest condom of the world mustn't be missed in the shown erotica!


The exhibit begins Feb. 3 and runs until May 20. If you can't make it, you can look at some photos here.

This photo cracks me up because you know what they say about fellows with big noses...

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Sidney Sheldon Dies

Author Sidney Sheldon Dies at 89.

Sheldon mostly wrote about stalwart women who triumph in a hostile world of ruthless men. His notable novels included "Rage of Angels," "The Other Side of Midnight," and "If Tomorrow Comes."

His books became the more suspensful equivalents of soap operas -- predictable in some regards, but boy wasn't it fun getting to the end anyway?



"I try to write my books so the reader can't put them down," he explained in a 1982 interview. "I try to construct them so when the reader gets to the end of a chapter, he or she has to read just one more chapter. It's the technique of the old Saturday afternoon serial: leave the guy hanging on the edge of the cliff at the end of the chapter."

Analyzing why so many women bought his books, he commented: "I like to write about women who are talented and capable, but most important, retain their femininity. Women have tremendous power — their femininity, because men can't do without it."

He also created and produced "I Dream of Jeannie," which lasted five seasons, 1965-1970. "During the last year of 'I Dream of Jeannie,' I decided to try a novel," he said in 1982. "Each morning from 9 until noon, I had a secretary at the studio take all calls. I mean every single call. I wrote each morning — or rather, dictated — and then I faced the TV business."

Many people forget Sheldon's movie career. He won the Academy Award for best original screenplay in 1947 for "The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer," starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy and Shirley Temple.

He also won a 1959 Tony Award for his musical "Redhead," and earned an Emmy Award for his work on "I Dream of Jeannie."

You can find out more at www.sidneysheldon.com.

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Friday, January 26, 2007

Speaking of Satan's Angel...

Satan's Angel performing her flaming tassel twirling!

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Liz Renay

Liz Renay has passed away:

"Liz Renay, who in her R-rated lifetime was an actress, author, artist, stripper and convicted felon, died Monday night at Valley Hospital of complications after a lengthy recovery from a fall."

Actor, painter, gangster moll, stripper, publicity hound, great-grandmother, Liz can't be accused of not living life.

An interview with Liz can be found at Velvet Hammer Burlesque.

For an amusing look at Liz's life, especially as an actress and painter, read this John Waters interview. (John doesn't spare feelings, like his comments on Candy Barr).

You can also read her autobiography, "My Face for the World to See", which was reprinted in 2002, and My First 2,000 Men.

Her death prompted fellow burlesque dancer Satan's Angel to write:

A woman of many trades she was... I was so honored to meet her once again, at the Miss Exotic World Pageant in 2006. Talk about a great show! Being carried on stage to the music of Cleopatra, the one staring Liz Taylor, on a beautiful throne, by four beautiful muscle men, all draped in gold lame, jewels and beauty. It was a fabulous act! Because you see she was confined to a wheel chair, her health wasn't good. But she was a true performer, the show must go on. And what a show!

God bless you, Liz. There is no more pain, God has you now.

Your friend always,
Satan's Angel


Angel also wrote this reminder:

I keep telling all you people out there, this is what "Legend" means... Old, older, and really old. So get us while you can! Learn, absorb, come to our shows and classes. We won't be here forever.

Check here for the latest word on Satan's Angel's book.

(Click photos -- they lead to more information!)

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

News

The Reading Experience Database 1450-1945 is a project by the Open University and the University of London.

They are interested in knowing about how, why, what, when and where people read and what they thought about their reading. Of particular interest are groups who may have been previously under-represented in history: women, domestic servants and slaves, labourers, clerks, artisans and others - the ordinary people whose voices have rarely been heard.

Via Dove Grey Reader.

Also, Yvonne De Carolo has died. (Nice selection of photos and a vid clip too.)

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Friday, September 29, 2006

Banned Books Week

The week comes to a close, but readers and collectors are still aware of banned books: Banned And Bound Books.

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Friday, September 08, 2006

News from Tura

Tura Satana writes:

Hi Gang:

This is the easiest way to tell everyone that they have to watch Turner Classic Movie Channel on October 20th, it is on a Friday. TCM is adding a new show every friday night called UNDERGROUND and it is hosted by Rob Zombie of singing fame. Anyway, they will be showing FPKK for the first time on TV and that this is the 40th anniversary of the film. Haji, Lori and I, all did interviews for the this first viewing. I am hoping that you will all be watching on the 20th of
October at 11 p.m. Pacific time, 9 p.m. Central and 8 p.m. eastern. It should be a nice showing.

See you there! Make the note on the calendar, so you don't forget or I come to getcha!!!!!

As Always,

Tura Satana

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The 18th Annual NYC Collectable Paperback & Pulp Fiction Expo

The 18th Annual NYC Collectable Paperback & Pulp Fiction Expo will be held October 1, 2006 at the Holiday Inn on 57th Street, between 9th and 10th Avenues, NYC.

Confirmed AUTHOR guests include:

LINTON BALDWIN, famous 1950s era Lion Books crime author!
ANN BANNON, author of many fine lesbian novels for Gold Medal in the 50s!
JACK KETCHAM, spine-tingling horror author!
MORRIS HERSHMAN, classic 50s Manhunt and paperback crime author!
CHARLES ARDAI, crime author and editor of Hard Case Crime paperbacks!
JOHN NORMAN, famous author of the Gor science fiction novels!

Confirmed ARTIST guests include:
SANDY KOSSIN, classic 60s paperback cover artist also did Bantam Shadow covers!
PETER CARAS, classic 70s era paperback cover artist, also did The Avenger covers!
MARCUS BOAS, current heroic fantasy artist and paperback cover artist!
JOE DEVITO, famous artist in many venues, also covers for Doc Savage paperbacks!

Get the latest news on the expo here.

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Friday, August 25, 2006

Rumor Has It...

That Rick Whitten-Klaw, the grandson of Irving Klaw, has written and his agent is shopping his book Irving Klaw, Pin-Up King: or, How My Grandfather Incited the Sexual Revolution. This will be the first ever book length biography of Irving Klaw.

Rick is the author of Geek Confidential: Echoes From the 21st Century from MonkeyBrain, Inc., and has written for The Austin Chronicle: The Notorious Irving Klaw and Little Underground Worlds: Mary Harron on 'Bettie Page'.

Rick says, "The book will be part memoir about my discoveries about my grandfather and part biography. I've gotten the blessings of his surviving son (my uncle) and Ira Kramer, who currently owns the family business."

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Friday, July 21, 2006

Mike Hammer creator Mickey Spillane dies

By BRUCE SMITH, Associated Press Writer
07/17/2006

Mickey Spillane, the macho mystery writer who wowed millions of readers with the shoot-'em-up sex and violence of gumshoe Mike Hammer, died Monday. He was 88.

Spillane's death was confirmed by Brad Stephens of Goldfinch Funeral Home in his hometown of Murrells Inlet. Details about his death were not immediately available.

After starting out in comic books Spillane wrote his first Mike Hammer novel, "I, the Jury," in 1946. Twelve more followed, with sales topping 100 million. Notable titles included "The Killing Man," "The Girl Hunters" and "One Lonely Night."

Many of these books were made into movies, including the classic film noir "Kiss Me, Deadly" and "The Girl Hunters," in which Spillane himself starred. Hammer stories were also featured on television in the series "Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer" and in made-for-TV movies. In the 1980s, Spillane appeared in a string of Miller Lite beer commercials.

Besides the Hammer novels, Spillane wrote a dozen other books, including some award-winning volumes for young people.

Nonetheless, by the end of the 20th century, many of his novels were out of print or hard to find. In 2001, the New American Library began reissuing them.

As a stylist Spillane was no innovator; the prose was hard-boiled boilerplate. In a typical scene, from "The Big Kill," Hammer slugs out a little punk with "pig eyes."

"I snapped the side of the rod across his jaw and laid the flesh open to the bone," Spillane wrote. "I pounded his teeth back into his mouth with the end of the barrel ... and I took my own damn time about kicking him in the face. He smashed into the door and lay there bubbling. So I kicked him again and he stopped bubbling."

Mainstream critics had little use for Spillane, but he got his due in the mystery world, receiving lifetime achievement awards from the Mystery Writers of America and the Private Eye Writers of America.

Spillane, a bearish man who wrote on an old manual Smith Corona, always claimed he didn't care about reviews. He considered himself a "writer" as opposed to an "author," defining a writer as someone whose books sell.

"This is an income-generating job," he told The Associated Press during a 2001 interview. "Fame was never anything to me unless it afforded me a good livelihood."

Spillane was born Frank Morrison Spillane on March 9, 1918, in the New York borough of Brooklyn. He grew up in Elizabeth, N.J., and attended Fort Hayes State College in Kansas where he was a standout swimmer before beginning his career writing for magazines.

He had always liked police stories — an uncle was a cop — and in his pre-Hammer days he created a comic book detective named Mike Danger. At the time, the early 1940s, he was scribing for Batman, SubMariner and other comics.

"I wanted to get away from the flying heroes and I had the prototype cop," Spillane said.

Danger never saw print. World War II broke out and Spillane enlisted. When he came home, he needed $1,000 to buy some land and thought novels the best way to go. Within three weeks, he had completed "I, the Jury" and sent it to Dutton. The editors there doubted the writing, but not the market for it; a literary franchise began. His books helped reveal the power of the paperback market and became so popular they were parodied in movies, including the Fred Astaire musical "The Band Wagon."

He was a quintessential Cold War writer, an unconditional believer in good and evil. He was also a rare political conservative in the book world. Communists were villains in his work and liberals took some hits as well. He was not above using crude racial and sexual stereotypes.

Viewed by some as a precursor to Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry, Spillane's Hammer was a loner contemptuous of the "tedious process" of the jury system, choosing instead to enforce the law on his own murderous terms. His novels were attacked for their violence and vigilantism - one critic said "I, the Jury" belonged in "Gestapo training school" - but some defended them as the most shameless kind of pleasure.

"Spillane is like eating takeout fried chicken: so much fun to consume, but you can feel those lowlife grease-induced zits rising before you've finished the first drumstick," Sally Eckhoff wrote in the liberal weekly The Village Voice.

The Hammer novels had a couple of recurring characters: Pat, the honest, but slow-moving cop, and Velda, Mike's faithful secretary. Like so many women in Hammer's life, Velda was a looker, and burning for love.

"Velda was watching me with the tip of her tongue clenched between her teeth," Spillane wrote in "Vengeance is Mine!", an early Hammer novel.

"There wasn't any kitten-softness about her now. She was big and she was lovely, with the kind of curves that made you want to turn around and have another look. The lush fullness of her lips had tightened into the faintest kind of snarl and her eyes were the carnivorous eyes you could expect to see in the jungle watching you from behind a clump of bushes."

While the Hammer books were set in New York, Spillane was a longtime resident of Murrells Inlet, a coastal community near Myrtle Beach.

He moved to South Carolina in 1954 when the area, now jammed with motels and tourist attractions, was still predominantly tobacco and corn fields.

Spillane said he fell in love with the long stretches of deserted beaches when he first saw the area from an airplane.

The writer, who became a Jehovah's Witness in 1951 and helped build the group's Kingdom Hall in Murrells Inlet, spent his time boating and fishing when he wasn't writing. In the 1950s, he also worked as a circus performer, allowing himself to be shot out of a cannon and appearing in the circus film "Ring of Fear."

The home where he lived for 35 years was destroyed by the 135 mph winds of Hurricane Hugo in 1989.

Married three times, Spillane was the father of four children.
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National Writer Hillel Italie contributed to this report.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Exotic World Burlesque Museum Raising Funds


The Exotic World Burlesque Museum Art Auction has begun.

The Exotic World Burlesque Museum was founded by legendary burlesque performer Jennie "The Bazoom Girl" Lee. Exotic World is a 501(C)(3) non-profit organization, dedicated exclusively to the preservation of the traditions, art and artifacts of classic burlesque. After nearly 20 years in the middle of the Mojave Desert, what was once a dusty roadside attraction off California's Route 66 is on the brink of major expansion, with plans currently underway to relocate the entire collection (the largest of its kind) to a new, permanent home in Las Vegas.

All of the works for sale were generously donated by the artists, with proceeds from their sale directly benefitting the Museum. They are largely one of a kind or signed, limited edition pieces--with low, loooooow opening bids... so this is a RARE opportunity to own original
art by some of today's most exciting pinup/burlesque and otherwise rockin' artists.

Additional items will continue to be added between now and the show, so keep checking back for updates and don't forget to BID EARLY and BID OFTEN!

To view (and bid upon) items in the auction, please visit here.

(The image shown is of Dirty Martini -- from this auction.)

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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Historic Erotica

I've never wished more that I was in Paris... and as wealthy as King Louis XV... For on April 27, the Christie's of Paris is to auction off the Nordmann Library of Historical Erotica.

Included in the goodies are the original manuscript of Pauline Réage's Story of O, several works by the Marquis de Sade, and a unique surviving copy of Aretino’s "Sonnetti Lussuriosi" -- how utterly wonderful.

I wish I could at least see it, but a corporate dislaimer states "Because of its graphic sexual images, the catalogue appears online without illustrations." ARG!

You can get more on the reaction to the offering here, in the Telegraph's preview of the auction. While the Telegraph seems to have somewhat of a dislike the offering of such items (expressed evenly in this quote: " if there is a difference between erotic art and pornography, I have yet to find it"), they do note the historical value in the items with this comment:

"Whatever you think of the content, it is certainly a masterpiece of collecting, bringing together works of great rarity and value."

As such, they are far more liberal in their acceptance than some...

Albert Mohler writes:

"The big question, of course, is precisely what "value" these items represent. The late Mr. Nordmann may have put together this "masterpiece of collecting" but, in the end, it stands as one more monument to the confusion of the arts. Nothing that degrades, perverts, and demeans the Creator's gift of sex can be truly beautiful or valuable.

Christians can be guilty of a sex-denying prudishness that also robs the Creator of His glory in the gift of sex. This also requires careful Christian attention.

But what kind of perversity is represented in the collecting of a world-class library of erotica, worthy of auction at Christie's? This is Mr. Nordmann's legacy. And, whether they are comfortable with the public relations or not, Christie's is now a glorified smut dealership."


But he completely misses the point of the collection, of sexuality, and of this collection itself. In fact, I wonder, did Mohler even read the article to which he links? For neatly included in the Telegraph piece is this keen insight:

"Nordmann was, in his wife's words, acutely aware of "the universal heritage of documents which had, by intolerance and ignorance, been the subject of systematic persecution across the centuries". After his death in 1992, the library passed to his widow; but books are not like paintings, which give pleasure simply by hanging on the wall. They mean little to their owner unless they are opened."

I would, if only given the chance, preserve and enjoy the works Nordman saved.

But, alas, I am an ocean away, and more than a dollar short...

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

The Historian of Porn

Sam Stetson passed away. Known as the Historian of Porn, Stetson did research for Jim Holliday's book Only the best: Jim Holliday's Adult Video Almanac and Trivia Treasury

He will be missed.

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