Barbara and the Iceman

Here's a novelty postcard I picked up in a small town in the Four Corners region of Colorado. It's from the Baxtone company of Amarillo, part of its Laff-O-Gram series of comical postcards. Like this example several of these were slightly risqué, but what appeals to me about this one is how Film Noir it feels.

 Barbara's relatively realistic, naturalistic depiction looks right out of a low-end romance comic, or a newspaper soap opera strip. Consider the raised hand, as though about to cover her mouth before she can tell hubby another lie, her sidelong glance, her back to her husband and the accusatory ice block:

 She looks like she's wondering how she can convince the amorous ice peddler to knock her old man off. And the poor cuckold of a husband seems to have been drawn by another hand entirely, a grotesque, cartoonish head awkwardly appended to a relatively realistic body:

I'd love to know who drew this.

The Rest of the Brothel Stereo Pics

And now we come to the last two images from our anonymous 20th Century photographer/erotomane. CLICK TO ENLARGE!
These two ladies seem happy for a day in the country, though the one on our right seems to have been recently chastised. Perhaps by the disciplinarian in the last post! In any case, please note the rolled stockings worn by the short-haired lady on the left.
And this lady is looking into a mirror, seemingly contemplating her own image before putting on her corset. Sadly, this is the last of my collection of 1930s stereoscopic erotica. If you see any such thing for sale, on eBay or anywhere, let me know.

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!

More French Brothel Stereoscope Images from the 1930s

Oh, boy! This is what you've all been waiting for with baited breath, right?  Here's another outdoorsy one:

And here's a similar pose inside the maison close itself:

This is my favorite of the bunch.  Note the rolled stockings in the second image, as well as the other woman seated on the bed. What is the subject of the photo reaching for under there?

As always, click to enlarge, and view them in stereo if you can!

1930s Stereo Gals!

I will be posting one or two of these a day in hopes of getting back into a good, regular blogging vibe.

These were taken by a French amateur during the 1930s. I'm not sure if he's the same fellow that took the one I posted a few months back, but the style and situations seem similar. (Two of them are outdoor, the rest appear to have been made inside a brothel.)

Oh boy! Upskirt. These seem to have been taken on different days, unless they're two different models. But they're wearing the same shoes!

Anyway, vintage amateur smut for your approval.

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!

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.

Slightly Naughty Stereo View

From 1897:

Oh, Stop! he says, but don't you believe him. This young temptress is determined to make the elderly bald gent yield his honor, and I believe he will!

That's all I got today.

Perversion for Profit

While looking for public domain educational and propaganda footage for the book trailer for the second Noir at the Bar anthology (coming soon!) I discovered this gem in the Internet Archive. It's from the Prelinger Archives, and it was produced circa 1965 by, among others, Charles Keating, later a United States senator ruined by the Keating Five scandal. Back then he was an anti-porn crusader (he's a character in Milos Forman's "The People vs. Larry Flynt) and his Citizens for Decent Literature, Inc. made this sweet little picture. It's full of images of the smut it claims to vilify, and much of it is kinky stuff you'd have to have hunted pretty hard for in the sixties. The amzaingly great narrator is George Putnam, in a highly aroused state of high dudgeon.  (Click on the link, not the pic.)

You're welcome.
http://archive.org/details/0694_Perversion_for_Profit

More Nudes in Nature: Arundel Holmes Nicholls

 Here are the last two of the Nicholls 8x10s from the estate sale the other week:

 

Thislady seems to come from an earlier era than the one below, whose bob places her squarely in the Jazz Age as opposed to the Edwardian.

She looks rather pixieish as well....

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.

More Nudes from Arundel Holmes Nicholls

Here are two more of the six eight-by-tens I found Saturday.

Is she the same woman from Saturday's post, the one picking up a starfish?

This one seems to have been taken somewhat later, guessing by the bobbed hair.

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.

Nudes in Nature: Arundel Holmes Nicholls

I got lucky today at an estate sale: a set of six old eight by ten black and white nudes.

They're by Arundel Holmes Nicholls, who was active from the teens through the thirties.

Good stuff!

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!)

Used Thrift-Store Underwear for the Discerning Woman

Today was supposed to be the day I thrilled you with some vintage erotica from the 1930s. Unfortunately, the lab I used only scanned one-half of the stereoscopic glass slide , thereby robbing you, my loyal readers, of the full 3-D experience! And so while I return to the lab to explain to them the concept of stereoscopic photography, I present a slightly less exotic but still titillating spectacle:

 Yes, somewhere in eastern Kansas is a flea market selling used underwear! And cheap used underwear at that.

 In case the fifty-cent bras don't meet with your standards of excellence, here are some fancier ones hanging on the wall.

 The lady who runs the place is very sweet so I'm not going to name the town here. But boy howdy, ladies, if you're ever traveling through the Sunflower State and you run out of underwear, you could do worse than hitting the thrift stores.

Vintage General Store Madness!

In Western Illinois, in the small city of Mount Carroll sits a small building on the town square that still bears a sign reading GENERAL STORE. The day we were there it was officially closed but still accessible through the café next door.

Holy Mackerel! This place was a wonderland of dead-stock toys, clothing and other gimcrack doodads and assorted gewgaws. Click to enlarge and savor the outdated electronic connection devices!

 I think the General Store is where Charlie Arglist would buy his Christmas presents if he were still around. Enlarge to get a load of the cheap old plastic playthings: 

 Ladies, are you looking for vintage accessories and odd articles of clothing preserved in metaphorical amber? A "No-scuff" Heel Pad, perhaps? "Ped" brand sheer nylon stretch shoe liners? Would your fellow enjoy seeing you in a "Temptease" brand leotard, circa 1980? It's got "Terri Guard,"the Knitted -In Seamless Cotton Terry Crotch!

 Non-flammable hair extensions of the finest quality!

More toys! Does your child require a Dr. Beverly Crusher action figure? It can be had here.

Finally, a classic, old-timey scale. I wish I'd bought it.