...but more importantly, she knows how to use 'em!
This post is dedicated to my friend "Ag." who is maybe the most adorable pervert I know. Just to prove there ain't nothin' but love between us, this one is for you!
I promised fans on facebook that I would soon be putting the "what's up?" in "pin up." I still have quite a bit to unveil here on the blog, but let me begin by giving you a glimpse (and I do mean glimpse) of things to come...
I recently bought a scanner so I can finally share some of the amazing images from my small cache of "Mecanix Illustrated" from 1948 through 1953. Behold:
I love how boys can be so in awe and yet totally clueless about hosiery. The following is a real conversation:
Boy: "...well, there's like some kind of new female gang taking over Portland strip clubs. All the girls are getting these lines printed down the back of their legs."
Me: "Um, that is simulating vintage hosiery."
Boy: "But the line stops mid-thigh."
Me: "Yes, that's how hosiery worked back then."
Boy: "But sometimes there would also be a circular band where it stopped. That's gotta indicate rank or something."
Me: "Yeah, that is also how hosiery worked back then."
Boy: "Ok, but sometimes the tattoo continued on the heel. What the fuck is that?"
Me: "It's called a Cuban heel. But you're right, it is all part of an elaborate gang hierarchy. They call themselves the 'Nylon Mafia.'" I wish.
I love that the illustrator made sure to give her stocking-seams and to give both of them really nice round asses.
Who knew that gladiator sandals looked so good worn with fur? Oh wait, Russel Crowe in Gladiator...
Personally, I think on legs this great, the stockings will eventually find themselves torn no matter what they're made of...
I'm so in love with this image I can hardly breathe. Between the shoes, the stockings and her hair... my brain is short-circuiting...
And new in S...
...exiness. I love tailored skirt-suits with hot hosiery and heels. It says: "business up top, party you know where."
And finally, I did promise you all a glimpse... so behold some seriously cropped polaroids of a certain blogger's gams taken in some moments of inspiration...
The last one was taken during a performance art piece I did years ago when I was just a lass of 18 called "the body dress". It involved making a see-through dress fitted with pockets, each one containing a hand-sewn replica of every human organ except the heart. Instead, I had a piece of paper cut in the shape of a heart simply reading a Blake poem:
"O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy."
And I think that's as good a place to end as any. More exciting changes still to come-- that and about 150 other amazing images from Mechanix Illustrated and other vintage publications.