Hey! Remember me?

All right, folks, it's back to active blogging! Here's something I found in the men's restroom of a respectable family restaurant in the Four Corners region of Colorado:

Actually, it was my brother who spotted it and told me I should go have a look. It appears someone was less than enchanted by the "Super Studded" selection!

Back to the Brothel!

Oh Boy! More swell vintage stereoscopic erotica from France. In the first pair, two ladies are undressing for our intrepid shutterbug.

And in the second, one gives the other a spanking!

What rule of the house did she violate? Did she eat another gal's sack lunch? Did she forget to punch her time card? Click to enlarge! And leave your guesses in the comments!

Paris Nights

Here's a magazine I found a while back:

Nice to know that nudie mags "did their part" for the National Relief Organization back in the day. It's full of mildly smutty cartoons and stories which I will try to scan later once I figure out how to do it without damaging the spine. Meanwhile, here's an ad from the back cover:

 

"Nude Study" indeed!

Because You Demanded it: Honest Abe!

I have been a very bad, backsliding blogger! To make up for this, here are two sexy pictures of Mrs. Phillips wearing an Abraham Lincoln plastic mask in Kentucky:

The bustiest Emancipator ever!

Scandal!

In the late fifties, "Confidential" was the magazine that named the names and dished the dirt. I'd read a book about the magazine's tumultuous legal history (they got sued a lot) but I'd never seen a copy.

 That's Lana Turner on the bottom!

 Look! Edward R. Murrow had a missing tooth! And there's another one of Liz Taylor's husbands!

Queer Shenanigans! Reducing Pills! Louella Parsons! Man. Those were the days.

More Cake, More Lady

Here she is again, continuing her journey into erotic reverie, Jazz Age-style. Here's #10:

 She's lighting candles again, but without the wistful look! What do you suppose happened in #9, which is missing from my set? (I'm not quite sure if I ever had it.)

#11: Here she seems to have lapsed back into a pleasant state of sexy thoughtfulness, or thoughtful sexiness. Maybe she's thinking about Gilbert Roland, or maybe she's more of a William S. Hart kind of gal, or maybe she's dreaming of Lilian Gish's loving embrace.

 In #12 she just had an especially naughty thought.

 And in #13 she's looking right at you again, as though she just remembered she's being photographed.

 And finally, in #14, she gives in to temptation and uncovers her lovely bosom and slides her diaphonous garment  twixt her nether limbs!

And for some reason the breasts are covered again in #15, the last in the series. I wonder what ever happened to her.

The Lady and the Cake, Part 2

Here are more scans of the lovely lady, clad only in a diaphonous wisp of a garment, cavorting with a birthday cake. Scans 4 through eight follow!

Cycling through the spectrum of human emotions, here in #4 she's carefree!

In #5 she's thoughtful, lighting a candle and reflecting on something deep and wonderful--

#6 finds her having a happy thought, perhaps of a far-off loved one.

But in #7 she's reminded of something sad--though her right nipple seems to have perked up between shots.

And in #8 she's practically mournful. Sorry she's still dressed! For the next and last installment she will be partially disrobed, I promise.

A Scantily-Clad Beauty and a Birthday Cake in stereo, 1927

I posted one of these a while back and now I'm going to post the whole set, a few at a time. Just like a strip tease!

Which this kind of is.

She looks like she's really enjoying the lighting process! I wish I could get that enthusiastic about things.

Sorry these are a little out of focus. The cards are quite curved. She's still a pretty thing, though, and we'll be seeing a lot more of her later.

Oh Boy! Vintage Sleaze!

I picked this up on eBay a few years ago. It may or may not be the work of the same photographer who shot a whole box's worth of very similar stereo brothel views in France sometime around the 1930s. That box is somewhere in storage in the basement beneath my former office and I'm in the process of looking for it. In the meantime, here's a lovely lounging inhabitant of a long-gone maison close:

(Click to enlarge, seriously. And if you have some sort of stereo viewer, use it!)

Out of the Past

Here are some lovely Detective mags I picked up while on the road. This one's pretty old school, from '72. Lots of keen ads.

And here we have a much later example, when instead of "Damsel in Distress" the generic cover theme had mutated to "Hottie with a Firearm."

I find this woman disturbingly exciting, especially with her gun pointed at the words "human flesh."

But this gal, she's the one! There's something about her out-of-date, slathered-on makeup and eighties hairstyle that really get to me. Also, maybe without realizing it I was part of that "Hottie with a Firearm" target demographic. All these mags had pretty good ads, but the genre was hurting enough by the late 80s that much of the back of the book was filled with classifieds. Stay tuned.

How Times Change

It used to be you had to look far and wide and go into some pretty seedy places to get this kind of material under the counter. Now they're stocking it at suburban retail establishments for all to see.

What a great age we live in!

Two Mexican Film Posters from the 50s

 The first one, "el Ciclòn del Caribe," seems to be a musical. Click on it and savor its full-size garish glory.

(I don't know why the lady is green!)

 The second, "Trotacalles," seems to be about streetwalkers (Spanish speakers, am I translating "Trotacalles" correctly?) Unfortunately it's in pretty bad shape and  it may be past salvaging. The artist's name is Vargas and I'm told he was a very prominent figure among the Mexican artists painting movie posters back in the day.

For Amusement Only!

Here are a couple of one-armed bandits from the old days. With the top one you put in a penny and if you got three of a kind on the reels you got free smokes.

 With the second one, you put in a nickel, but if you didn't win free smokes you got a gumball as consolation.

Not quite related but I found it on the same day, so here's your beer-related memorabilia for the day:

It's an old National Beer crate from Baltimore, featuring an early version of Mister National Bohemian, better known as Mr. Natty Bo!

TOMORROW: The Triumphant Return of Troy Cutcross!!!