We interrupt this lull in postings with a scandalous report ~ I have discovered an amazingly expansive archive of naughty peep~show cards from Chicago's Columbian Exhibition of 1893.
What is it about the erotica of yesteryear that makes it so much more tantalizing than today's bare-it-all trashiness? Call me old-fashioned, but I find a demure hint of skin much more appealing than a spread-eagled centerfold... and real bodies with real skin and hair a LOT more alluring than the airbrushed and landing-strip-shaven models. The shy poses, the oft-ludicrous settings... I love it all.
As we are sadly lacking a stereoscopic viewing device to properly appreciate these three-dimensional treasures, my man took it upon himself to create a few animated gifs that combine the two images: behold the jittery loveliness.
There are no less than 57 pages of stereoscopic peepshow galleries, and a whole additional gallery of risque French Postcards. A few of the images are clearly more recent than Victorian times, but the vast majority are vintage naughty bits; truly an epic collection.
As my own body metamorphosizes to accommodate the little person growing within (only three more months!), I am ever more appreciative of the female form in all its incarnations ~ I am enchanted by what the body of a woman can do.
The combination of form and function is truly magnificent. And so I raise a toast for the sheer glory of this corporeal existence, and for these complicated systems of bones, blood and breath we call home.
10.18.2010
Things That Please Me: Stereoscopic Vixens
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Tags: burlesque, debauchery, history, naughty bits, odd bits, photography, pleasing things
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4 comments:
That first image is s.m.o.u.l.d.e.r.i.n.g.! Such come-hither eyes!
Like you, I find these images infinitely more interesting and alluring than the plasticated porn of today. These women not only have individualized bodies and looks, they also look *present* in their bodies, rather than offering the vacuous, dissociated stare (parted lips & glassy eyes) that is de rigeur today. These women, while offering themselves up to our gaze, also somehow remain subjects in their own right, rather than becoming pure objects. I feel like they'd be interesting people to know.
I love these gorgeous rubenesque ladies. Real curves, how I miss them.
fun post
YUMMMMM.
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