Vintage – Page 118 – I Don't Get It

Too Much Powdering Your Nose

I love this image. The little collars and cardigans, skirts and mod flips, the coiled phone cord, the more mature, white-nosed woman whose fingers cover the “ic” so that it reads just Panhellen. I like to think that’s her name. Panhellen. Brilliant!

Reese’s Hairpieces

If that isn’t the perkiest, button-nosiest, suspender-wearing little pre-Reese Witherspoon, I don’t know what is. Marie Anderson from Traeder House, your hair was fab-u-lous.

Ray On The Hi-Fi

Things That Don’t Help Insomnia, Part I

Life081549LindaDarnell011 — Linda Darnell lying on a bed with ferocious taxidermied jungle beasts, 1949

Rodeo Club

Life Goes For The Jugular

Not only does this 1949 Life article on model Brynn Noring (aka Brynhild Andrea Johnson) dis her “simple outfit” as too pedestrian to help her would-be movie career, but offers a double dis to the diminutive, sphere-shaped fellow waddling in the background.

And who could argue the point? Heels, gloves, long skirt, necklace–it reeks of laziness. Like she threw it on just to go pick up skim milk at Wal-Mart.

And as to the patron of the Fat Men’s Shop, my mind immediately went to Oliver Hardy, pictured here with Stan Laurel.

And hey, you guys, did y’all know that Hardy lost quite a bit of weight at the end of his life? Yup. He went on a crash diet and died of a stroke the following year. Check out this last pic of the twosome.

Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down

So what we got here is a nearly nekkid Indian gymnast, being supervised by the urban turbaned S.S. Dhanorkar. He’s performing a yoga move called “cane mallakhamb,” wherein the subject is lowered in a sling of malacca cane, preferably in front of another nearly nekkid squatting man. It sure puts downward dog into perspective. And mostly reminds me of this: