Showing posts with label hedy lamarr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hedy lamarr. Show all posts

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

A Glimpse of Stocking

The blessed Charisse has inspired Iconista. Not to dispense with her stockings. She dispensed with those when the mercury hit eighty. But to shock her darlings with a glimpse or two. There are legs a-plenty in Iconista's collection, but there is definitely something more shocking in a glimpse of stocking than in a row of raw legs. Too much flesh puts one in mind of the butcher's slab rather than the boudoire.
Feast.
 Ava
Ginger
 
Gloria
Hedy

Wide Ida

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Hedy Lamarr


Iconista always considered Hedy to be Gene Tierney without the crazy. A little research has corrected this misconception.
They were both nuts.
Now Iconista doesn't know which to love more dearly.

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Shy They Ain't #3



Iconista wonders again why beautiful women try so hard when men are not the hardest nuts to crack.
Iconista knows about nuts.
She's cracked a few.










Friday, 20 November 2009

Smoking


Iconista has not smoked for fifteen hours.

It is Hell.

Pola Negri

Take a drag for me, Bette

Deneuve

Lamarr

Romy, bless her

Tallulah. Do you suppose she's waiting for someone to come lift her fingers to her lips?

Here's a dame that doesn't need any help.

Monday, 2 November 2009

Great Disapproving Looks #3

Iconista has survived Halloween. Dispensing candy to mendicant urchins is not my idea of fun. But any excuse to wear black is welcome, though I'd rather be marking the death of a rich husband than playing jellybean dispenser.

Enough chitchat.


OK, Kirk is more menacing than disapproving here. But the whole is-he-gonna-slap-her-or-kiss-her look always sizzles. At least it's more honest than patronising "tut-tut" sexual aggression...


...which is frankly condescending.

Of course, sometimes it's just plain cute.


Iconista is ambivalent about the battle of the sexes.


(Don't you just love how everyone is disapproving on that one?)



At the end of the day, for all their pouting, you know Lana and Joan could sock it to them easy.
They simply choose not to.

Mind you, I think Kirk's dame had better join in or get out before she gets hurt.


Too late, darling.