Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

I'm Taking

...a quick dump. Will you get the fuck outta
 here and let me do this?


Many Thanks to Hoodoo That Voodoo

Monday, July 30, 2012

Presentation Is Everything

Costume design can be used to cause 'titillation intrigue' by exposing and lifting the breasts in a way that they are not ordinarily seen. This costume is an example of the concept, as not only does it expose the top of the breast but also a fair amount of the line of the underside allowing for the fulsomeness of the organ to be accessed by the eye.


Courtesy of Retrogasm

Friday, July 20, 2012

Oh, Pardon Me, Hon'

I see yer dance card be full.


I Will Never Be Able To Repay You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Don't Spag Us, Roobster!

Shalbrinna and Zozz Edmunds want to send a message to Markesans of Marin County. "You are welcome in our lair anytime, but leave your Markesan attitude at the door. We dress the fool and we love it, and we don't want to hear any blaggard comments about it. And don't call me Shpug."


Much Obliged to You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Oyk, You Have Retracted

"And, so I sez to her, 'Dolly, if yer goner eat that piñata, then yer better be wearin' somethin' sheerer than that dry cleaners bag yer wearin'.' Well, yer woulda thought I had told her she 'ad an extra 'ead. So, I threw up a baby right there. Mind you, I was topless at the time."


Many Thanks to Cosmic Machine

Friday, June 22, 2012

Listen, Blanche

"I like classic cars as much as the next gal, but we simply must find a time machine and get the hell out of 1954."


Via Simple Dreams

Monday, May 14, 2012

In The Year 1970

This goofy little prediction of styles in the later 20th century from the Thirties actually looks pretty nifty to my eyes. Wondering where the electric cord is for the lights, though.


Many Thanks to Hoodoo That Voodoo

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Cecilia Upgrades

She finally did it. She had been meaning to switch from air cooling to water cooling for her brain for years now.


Via Retrogasm

Friday, February 17, 2012

You May Be Just What I'm Looking For

Gallaplacidia focused her penetrating gaze on the gentleman. She had been looking for a suitable corpse to present to her master, The Leperous Centurion, for fermentation and incorporation in a skin poultice. The object of her devotion never let his disease interfere with his evil-doing, so the abduction and subsequent murder of Mr. A.A. Pellbrungus would serve several objectives. The demoness would continue to accrue respect from her benefactor.


Another Great Steal From Sloth Unleashed

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

More Of The New Dude: Aussie Style

We in Oz Sector capish Markesan culture, and embrace it. I have been whamming for a couple of years now, and I have a split-tail crony who is very into the scene. We have some caustic vittle venues here in Sydney and we loiter zealously. Uber-Expresso is excellent at Eunuch Charlie's, and you can get caustic gyros and grits at the Laylow Quisling Hideout in Katoomba. Natives are generous to non-9-to-5-ers. Heyyo, you Yanker Markesans!


Many Thanks to You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Monday, January 30, 2012

I Hate-Love You

Your lily-white, bare skin repulses me, Darling Worm. Please put on the black vinyl before I vomit upon you. The smell of you makes me want a pap smear, and the sweetness of your temperament makes me want to retch. If you do not come over here right now and pinch my breast hard, I will expectorate into your mouth as soon as I can jack it open. You pus-eating puppy dog.


From The Bounty That Is No, You Shut Up

Girls, It's Okay To Say It

We are so cute, we transcend these stupid rags we're wearing.


Courtesy of Retrophile's Oasis

Sunday, January 29, 2012