Showing posts with label old stars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old stars. Show all posts

Monday, August 27, 2012

Sally, After "The Unearthly"

‎"Tor (Johnson) was a real challenge to my trying to stick to my fashion model diet. That man could eat everything you threw at him and make you want to join in."

Many Thanks to Retrozone

Thursday, August 2, 2012

For God's Sake, Ted

Put some Vaseline Intensive Care on them, puh-lease! And clip those nails. For heavens' sake, Man, didn't your Momma teach you anything about hygiene?


Many Thanks to Luna Pancake!

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Monday, July 9, 2012

One For The Road

Okay, I will give the 20s/30s a rest for a bit, but before I leave it, here's one last post. 


I know of Bessie Love by way of the ancient "talkie" 'Broadway Melody of 1929'. She plays Hank, one half of the Mahoney Sisters. She is the "homely" sister and struggles in the lovelight of the gorgeous and endearing Anita Page as Queenie Mahoney.


On her own merits, she was a quite attractive lady, and that is apparent in this photograph from "Stars of the Twenties". I particularly like the hairstyle she has here, and she has a nice little body, that is undebatable.


She is great in BM29, but that is not the end of her filmography. She was celebrated as late as the 2000s.


Lovely lady.


Eternally Grateful to It Is Not Safe Here

Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Blinding Pulse of Pulchritude

Yeah, Bette looks damn plush in her 30s-era bathing suit, but I tell you, fellas, Joan Blondell is hiding a corpus that could take you from 6 o'clock to 2 in nothing flat. 


If you can find one of her rare nude photos, you will see I am right.


Via It Is Not Safe Here

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Cutting It Awfully Close There, Jayney

Jayne Mansfield about to have an accident. But, just between you and me, she had pissant little nipples.


Many Thanks to Turhan's Bey Company

Saturday, May 19, 2012

What Have You Been Smoking, Babe?

I honestly do not know where these idiots get the notion that conservative folk (like myself) hate minorities and gay people. Sure, we don't fall down on our knees and worship their "otherness". I have no problem with any of these groups (or individuals within), but I don't like having their differentness flung in my face like they are daring me to be unpleasant towards them. Give me a fucking break.


Much Obliged to Mustardyellowaura

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

Oh, Richard

"What am I wearing? Well, it's a weird little number, with one of those old Fifties pattern tops accented at the waist with an Eagle scout belt. I'm drinking a milk shake that I made myself. I'm talking to you on this ancient rotary dial telephone sitting on a decidedly distressed and dusty bureau. What else can I say, Dear, I'm a long ways from 'Who's Afraid...'. You should see the look in my eyes. So dead, so bored. Hiding all my savage ambition. Have you been drinking again, you naughty boy?"


Via Hoodoo That Voodoo

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Embittered Old Has-Been, Am I?

"This is my ball-busting outfit. When I finish my Rolling Rock, I am going to give you a personal demonstration of my technique."


From The Bounty That Is La Soledad del Disenador de Fondo