Is it almost Halloween yet? Because I stumbled over this “Three Witches” illustration by Hans Baldung:

And then, when I looked him up in the Wikipedia, I found his “Witch And Dragon”:

I never knew that, when slaying dragons in the nude, you had to worry about him slipping you some tongue.

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I see this girl as having a slightly surly look on her face, as if she’s thinking: “Do you mind? I’m having a moment here.”

From here.

This lustily-illuminated letter C looks as if it might come from the long era when anti-clerical propaganda and lurid pornography were combined in one unified genre throughout the Protestant world:

However, from the “gourari.jpg” filename this image had when I found it, and from some supporting Google results that aren’t quite linkworthy, I suspect that the artist is one Liliane Gourari, whose illustrations appeared in at least one mid-twentieth-century edition of the Marquis de Sade’s “Justine”.

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Daze has an amusing commentary on the Bowdlerization practices at Fox Movie Channel:

Last night Fox Movie Channel showed Die Hard three times in a row. FMC shows movies letterboxed, commercial-free and mostly uncensored, though its repertoire is very limited. Even half-watching while working online, I noticed something odd about the current state of standards and practices.

FMC left the line “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker” intact. Ditto the line “Asshole? I’m not the one who just got butt-fucked on national TV”. FMC is down with anal humor, good for them.

Here’s what you can’t say on FMC: “Smoke em if you got em”. That line was overdubbed to “Light em if you got em”.

WTF?!? I loathe tobacco smoke as much as anyone, but censoring old movies to remove smoking references is a terrible, terrible idea. Especially classics like Die Hard.

This is a detail from a colored plate by Paul-Emile Bécat in a book entitled Fêtes Gallantes by Paul Verlaine:

And no, I am not channeling Faustus, even if he has finally shamed me into figuring out how to put the little hats and strokes over French words when I am identifying my sources.

A link from Yummi Kawai left in the comments to the previous post led me to quite a selection of the usual suspects in Japanese shunga prints, plus a few not-so-usual ones. I hadn’t see the bunny shunga before, but I couldn’t resist giving it a new caption for the LOLcentury we now inhabit:

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An alert reader, who remembered this post about vintage sex toys, found the following image on the most amazingly horrendous Russian hijacking-pop-ups image-sharing site you can imagine:

(A beautiful large version is also available.) The artwork looks Japanese to me, but if the lettering proves me wrong, I’ve got no way of knowing it.

One feature in common with the photos previously blogged is the rigid shaft-stiffening-cage thingy shown in this detail:

Sadly, I don’t have any idea how old this artwork is, although it certainly doesn’t appear to be at all recent.