Overworked Stripper
Friday, June 21st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
I don’t have any context for this strip show but I can say it appeared without caption in the October 1964 issue of Modern Man magazine:
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Overworked StripperFriday, June 21st, 2024 -- by Bacchus I don’t have any context for this strip show but I can say it appeared without caption in the October 1964 issue of Modern Man magazine: Similar Sex Blogging: Bebe In Her Bubble BathFriday, September 22nd, 2023 -- by Bacchus According to a 1962 issue of Wench magazine, the blonde lady in her bath here is a French stripper who calls herself Bebe: Similar Sex Blogging: Panther Girl, StripperSunday, February 5th, 2023 -- by Bacchus Is it too much, if we have two posts in a row about Parisian cabaret dancers? No, don’t be silly, of course not! I don’t know much about this cutie-pie panther girl, but the August 1967 issue of Cancans de Paris magazine identified her as Susan Sampson. Similar Sex Blogging: “They’re Lethal Weapons, Mac!”Thursday, February 11th, 2021 -- by Bacchus Say, did you hear the one about the Chicago vice cop who climbed up on stage to try and stop an ecdysiast during a striptease in progress? Yeah, he got bumped off. From the October 1966 issue of Adam magazine. Similar Sex Blogging: No More Wicked WitchSaturday, November 7th, 2020 -- by Bacchus At last, 1974 has come again, to everyone’s great relief. Our long national nightmare is over: Now, let’s have a carefully-curated bit of singing, dancing, and striptease, by some of the people who have the most to celebrate: That’s it. It’s over. Wootsies, y’all. Similar Sex Blogging: Edward Hopper’s Burlesque StripperWednesday, April 4th, 2018 -- by Bacchus Edward Hopper famously used only his wife as a model for his nude paintings, as in this one called Girlie Show: Here’s the study for the painting: (In both cases, click the displayed detail for the uncropped artwork.) Similar Sex Blogging: That Burlesque Halloween Flapper ChickSunday, October 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus A little while ago when @whoresofyore tweeted the above photo out under the hashtag #VintageHalloween I knew I was finally going to have to get off my ass and get this shit in order. I thought I might get something special for my patrons out of it (which didn’t happen, in the event) but mostly I just couldn’t take it any more. Here is (was) my problem. I’ve been seeing that photo (and several more from the same series) every Halloween for many years. And why not? The flapper-esque blonde is cute as a button, her tits are perky, and the burlesque Halloween thing is too fun and cute and Betty Boop not to love. So, my first-stage reaction was “I need to track down that whole series of photos. It would make an awesome Halloween gallery. And if it’s really as old as the some of the clues would indicate, it’s bloody amazing; I want to know more about where these photos come from!” Sadly, my second-thoughts reaction was “There’s something wrong here. The Halloween iconography is too modern; this is 1950s cheesecake pinup staged as late 1930s burlesque produced with 1920 flappers published by 1900s postcard publishers. Just a whole mishmash of subtle anachronisms.” My particular problem was with the ghosts and bats and jack-o-lanterns and black cat and happy-skeleton stuff all brought together in one display. You see all of these elements in Halloween imagery going back at least to the Victorians, but a comic erotic burlesque of them? My first mental/visual reference for a thing like that would be the painted cheesecake pinups of the late 1940s and early 1950s. I would be really excited to find them all in a real-photo pinup postcard series from then, but from decades earlier as these photos superficially appear to be? That would be…astonishing. But hey, a cynical skepticism, no matter how well-informed, is no substitute for doing the work, which for a project like this is quite considerable. Basically, my method is recursive image searching; I start with the first image, and while searching for the largest, best, most-original scan of it, I also look for any pages that offer any provenance, and I also look at all of the “similar images” that the image search engines throw up, saving anything else from the series that turns up. And then I proceed through each of those in stepwise fashion, doing the same for them. It’s a slow, often-tedious, and painstaking process. There were early indications that something was hinky about this image set. One thing that bothered me was that diamond “MG” logo. It’s very much like the logos used by photo postcard publishers going back to the turn of the twentieth century and before. Only, a logo like that is typically the initials of the publisher, it’s a handy reference, and it’s usually easy to Google. Those two letters in quotes, “postcard”, and Bob’s your uncle. Collectors and auctioneers are all over that shit. Here? Nothing. Another thing that bothered me was that as an iron rule, the best-quality scans I was turning up were always 805 pixels wide. That indicated a common digital place of entry onto the internet. Theoretically possible if these photos were from, say, a set of postcards in the hands of a collector, with no other exemplars known; but in practice, usually genuine vintage photos exist in a wide variety of (usually small and terrible) scans of different sizes. More subtly but also damning, no provenance for any of the photos from the set was turning up. They were widely distributed in copy-and-paste collections of vintage photos, usually mixed with genuine vintage photographs from the “French postcard” and burlesque eras. But nobody had ever taken the time to curate these together into a common gallery. This could just an artifact of digital decay (there’s an awful lot of the adult internet gone missing from the 1997-2007 era) but sometimes it means that the source was known and that the folks doing the copy-and-paste felt constrained from acknowledging that source. But why, if the photos were truly vintage? As is usually the case, there was just one clue, a single fragile provenance, one person who took the time to drop a credit, that broke the entire mysterious case wide open. One of these images, on a Tumblr that has not yet gotten autoflagged and force-vanished behind the Verizon #pornocalypse Tumblr-porn event horizon, had a link credit to a Deviant Art source, where the photo had been posted more than a dozen years ago by a photographer from the Ukraine who has not been back to DeviantArt since 2005. The photographer went by “MGstudio” (note those “MG” initials) and gave their URL as marthasgirls.com in their DeviantArt profile. Martha’s Girls is a website I vaguely remember; it’s defunct now, but for many years and until sometime in 2016, it ran an old-fashioned subscription paysite selling “The finest emulations of vintage erotica and pin-up, spanning the period from the Victorian times to the 50s pin-up era.” Ding ding ding ding DING! The mystery is solved. So these are modern, not vintage; they are a formerly-available commercial porn product by an unknown photographer from Dnipropetrovsk whose artistry I quite admire. My hope is that by assembling them here, it will be less likely for future enthusiasts to make the all-too-easy mistake of believing them to be vintage. If you know of more photos from this series, please let me know! Happy Halloween, and enjoy! Similar Sex Blogging: Dirty FaxingTuesday, September 5th, 2017 -- by Bacchus Personal computers leap-frogged the facsimile machine, which at some point became “good enough” for what they did and stopped being improved. You wanted better, you did it on a computer. But what if that had never happened? By now, maybe this is what fax machine spam would be looking like: From the cover of Fax-Similé, an Elvifrance pulp publication. Similar Sex Blogging: The Stripper Jar-Jar BinksThursday, April 7th, 2016 -- by Bacchus Long ago in a galaxy far far away, Jar Jar Binks tried to pick up some extra cash by dancing in burlesque shows: Similar Sex Blogging: Meet “Miss Sputnik”Monday, March 14th, 2016 -- by Bacchus Supposedly “Miss Sputnik” here invited President Eisenhower to come see her show while he was in Paris: According to Kronstadt 21, we’re looking at Miss Dyna Sputnick (also known as Anne Marie Dupont) as seen in the July 1958 issue of Pep magazine. Similar Sex Blogging: Strip Club MemoriesMonday, July 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus I’m sharing this portfolio of pictures (said to be of a “long forgotten illegal strip club in the mountains in a small 1970s Japanese resort town”) for all the old strippers and stripper fans who read ErosBlog:
Although if you ask me, it looks like they stole that painted backdrop from the halls of a Soviet elementary school. Similar Sex Blogging: Richard Feyman’s Stripper DrawingsMonday, May 13th, 2013 -- by Bacchus My father, who briefly attended Cal Tech and took Richard Feynman’s freshman physics class, used to marvel at the man’s skill on the bongo drums. But I never knew before today that he was also a fairly talented artist of the female form, and used that skill to illustrate some of the strippers of his acquaintance:
We’re looking at Dancer at Gianonni’s Bar, 1968. From here, with this to accompany it:
Similar Sex Blogging: Thirty Dollar FineWednesday, March 30th, 2011 -- by Bacchus There’s something fine in this old Dan DeCarlo cartoon all right:
Dirty Dancing, 1300 BCWednesday, July 21st, 2010 -- by Bacchus It’s refreshing to know that dirty dancing really hasn’t changed in 3300 years. I’m pretty sure I saw this girl in a club a few months ago. Same hair, same earrings, same decorated scarf around her waist, same back bend…yup, it hadda be her:
Found here. Similar Sex Blogging: Ich Will Für Dich TanzenSunday, December 20th, 2009 -- by Dr. Faustus I have long had an item on my Internet searching to-do list, perhaps too long delayed by the fact that I’ve spent as much of my leisure hours as I have thinking about sexbots and gill men and so on. That item was to track down a famous performance by the soprano Maria Ewing done at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden sometime in the early 1990s. Oh, don’t groan. She very much deserves a place of honor here, because of her performances in Richard Strauss’s Salome. Now, it’s well known that the burning erotic core of this overheated-to-begin-with opera (based on a play by Oscar Wilde is a performance by Salome of the famous Dance of the Seven Veils, performed for her stepfather (and great-uncle) Herodes, the Tetrach of Judea (busy man). Herodes is clearly trembling with lust for Salome, and Salome is in turn nursing a less-that-healthy obsession with the prophet Jochanaan, who is imprisoned in a pit in Herodes’s court. Performance convention for this high-art striptease since its first performance in 1905 has been for the singer-actress depicting Salome to end in a body stocking. Maria Ewing’s performance starts conventionally enough:
And there’s a conventional amount of taunting of Jochanaan in his pit:
But in the end Ewing, shall we say, defies the traditional performance convention:
And it is just glorious. Pictures I can present here do it little justice. You can readily find video of this on YouTube: one example is here: In the end, Salome insists on being brought the head of Jochanaan on a silver platter. Herodes, having given his word, has no choice but to comply. Salome’s triumph was the subject of a famous illustration by Aubrey Beardsley.
Bonus! Searching for Maria Ewing turned up an arguably even steamier performance by Francesca Patanè in a Rome production of Salome.
All for Art! Topless DancerMonday, August 10th, 2009 -- by Bacchus Seriously, now. Can a blog ever have too many topless dancing girls? I didn’t think so either. Similar Sex Blogging: From The Archives Of Richard KernFriday, July 17th, 2009 -- by Bacchus I’ve long been a fan of the photography of Richard Kern, who does edgy erotic photography. Some of it’s explicit, or explicitly fetish, material; but a lot more is what I’d call “plain” art nudes, done in an indescribable way that makes them seem deeply kinky. Back in the pre-blog era, I sometimes used to make extra beer money buying books of his art postcards, separating them carefully, and then selling them individually on eBay (that was before eBay hired a Disney executive and went all “mid-twentieth-century prude” on everybody). From time to time I get a low-key marketing email from Vice. [2018 explanation: Back in 2009, Vice was a website, not yet a television network.] The latest one alerted me to a Richard Kern feature called Archival Girls. It’s very simple: photos from Kern’s archives, with short captions by Kern about the models. This one is a nameless (as in, Kern forgot her name) stripper from San Francisco:
“She Grew Up. She Filled Out.”Saturday, April 25th, 2009 -- by Bacchus When one speaks of the movie Sin City, it’s not unheard of (he said with studied understatement) for fans of the graphic novel source material to wax lyrical about how the movie weren’t fit to be a patch on a boil on the ass of the comics. More polite than most, yet still a member of that fellowship, Faustus saw fit instead to tempt me with delicious drawings of the Nancy Callahan character that Jessica Alba, er, “fleshed out” in the movie. “Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.” Oh, my, yes:
Similar Sex Blogging: Jessica Alba, Cowgirl StripperFriday, April 24th, 2009 -- by Bacchus Somewhere I found this photo of Jessica Alba doing her cowgirl-stripper routine in the movie Sin City:
Similar Sex Blogging: The Blonde Under Your Christmas TreeThursday, December 18th, 2008 -- by Bacchus With her under your tree, your Christmas ought to be merry indeed: I can’t arrange that, but for a few bucks, you can arrange to have her stripping on your Windows desktop in HD. If you can settle for (very high resolution) still pictures, they are free here. Do You Need A Warm Glow?Saturday, December 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus Of course you do. It’s December. You need a warm glow: Mucho thanks to the friend who sent me the link. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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