From April 1965: Whipped Cream and Other Delights

I've always said that 1965 was the best year for music.

Certainly it brought to listeners one of the most iconic records of the decade, if not ever.  Not just for the music, mind you (but oh, that music was fabulous!)...but that sexy, salacious, audacious album cover.

You know the one, because chances are, your parents had this record in their collection, too.

Let's have a cocktail party.  

Put the kids to bed early, put this record on the hi-fi, and put the nibbles on the coffee table.  I hope I made enough rumaki for everyone...

I'll have a vodka gimlet, please, darling.  Will you zip up my new dress?

Now, sweetheart, remember...you promised not to get too tight and argue politics with Stan Facemeyer like you did the other night at the Howards'.  Linda Facemeyer is one of my very best friends, and we hate it when you boys argue.

*DING DONG* Get the door, will you, sweetie?  I can't go out there without my lipstick!

If It's Friday, That Means "Frampton"

What a living doll.

I haven't been around much lately.  I've been really busy with actual writing work, and while I always mean to update this blog, it always seems to fall by the proverbial wayside.

Do you ever read Peter Frampton's Facebook page?  If you don't, you should, as in, yesterday.  He is a very funny, very droll individual.  He writes about his music as well as other little tidbits from his life, such as going to the mall so he can browse at the Apple store. 

Here's my favorite of his, a 1975 recording of "Doobie Wah."

Vintage Boobage

Jerry Hall makes a Nip Slip in June, 1976.

Photograph by Francesco Scavullo.

It's hard to believe, but this actually graced newsstands across the United States without any sort of paper wrapping. How prudish we have become. It's quite a change...and not for the better.

And the diaphragm is back in town! I hear it went backpacking in Europe for a while, but ran out of money when it smoked up all of its funds in Amsterdam. Diaphragm had to call Masters and Johnson for plane fare home, and boy, were they ever pissed!

From 1960: Dans la lingerie dentellée!

by Rene Gruau

From 1987: Heaven Is A Kiss And A Smile

One of the most haunting records ever made.

On February 27, 1988, Father Figure topped the Billboard charts, staying there for two weeks. It was a track from George Michael's monster LP Faith, which was released in October 1987.

The model in the video is Tania Coleridge.

There isn't a bad track on Faith,
but this one has been my favorite for 25 years.

And Speaking Of Sandahl Bergman...

...here she is in what might be the most astonishingly beautiful dance sequence ever committed to film (the only other one that I think I might like more is "Cool," from West Side Story).

This is "Airotica," from 1979's All That Jazz. Now, you're all adults, right? So I don't need to mention to anyone that this very sexy clip has nudity in it, okay?

For those of you who haven't seen All That Jazz, directed by Bob Fosse, watch it as soon as you can get a copy. It's marvelous. Do I really need to rant against The Academy in its failure to give Roy Scheider an Oscar for his heartbreaking, infuriating, and often hilarious portayal of Joe Gideon, a thinly veiled take on Bob Fosse himself?

One more thing: I think Sandahl Bergman has quite literally the perfect body here. Ah, well, she is a fitness expert, after all. But still, those legs! (Life is so damned unfair.)

How I Choose To Remember Charlie

March 9, 1987

Gorgeous, with the makings of A Real Movie Star.
A terrific double-clicker.

From February 1982: Does She Walk? Does She Talk? Does She Come Complete?

A terrific write-up about the song and its video

A bit of trivia: I was in sixth grade when this song was at its zenith. As I went to Catholic school, we kids were not permitted to sing this song on the playground or at lunchtime or whenever...not even the "na na na na na na" part.

The funny part is that I was so very sheltered and innocent still that I had no idea what the song was actually about, but since the nuns had such a hard time with it, I actually asked my mother what the big deal was.

And my mother, as always when it came to such matters, was honest with me.

From 1983: A Gem Starring The Brothers Gibb, A Magnificent Sex Bomb Named Cynthia Rhodes, And Barry Gibb's Luxurious Mane Of Hair

Lucky that there was a roving band of incredibly hot Mad Max-esque female dancers to back up the lovely Miss Rhodes!

This song suffers from the same ailment that so many others of its era did: Greg Ham Syndrome. So named for the saxophone player in Men at Work, Greg Ham Syndrome refers to the compulsion to stick a sax solo into your song because the Men did it so successfully.

Papá Noel adora tetas grandes!

"Christmas with the dog lunatic...just for adults"

¡Ai yi yi! Put the kids to bed and put some cocktails in the shaker, because the dog lunatic awaits with some sophisticated holiday fun! ¡Las Pascua de Navidad atractivas para todos!

From my new favorite blog ever, LP Cover Lover.

From 1955: Bettie Page Wishes You A Merry Christmas

January 1955, where Page was Playmate of the Month.

She had a saucy innocence that is both contemporary and provocative, and also nostalgic.
Hugh Hefner

From 1965: The Braniff Airstrip

This world-famous ad touted the designs of Emilio Pucci for Braniff stewardesses. The airline debuted his outfits on cabin crews starting in 1965. Very fashion forward for its time!

Sexy? Sure. Suggestive? You better believe it. Effective? Incredibly. "The Braniff Airstrip" was one of the most effective campaigns ever, and remains a landmark in American advertising.

Braniff planes became more colorful in 1965, too. Declaring "the end of the plain plane," Braniff began to decorate its planes in bright, often fluorescent colors. Braniff ticket counters, gates, and lounges looked space-age and were painted with cheerful splashes of color. Largely the work of renowned designer Alexander Girard, Braniff facilities were spots of sunshine in the staid grey hallways of 1960s airports.

Braniff also had an odd looking monorail of sorts in place at Love Field in Dallas. Instead of a conventional train car, the "Jet-Rail" had its wheels and cables attached at the top, so the car was hanging down from the track. Passengers had the sensation, then, that they were already flying...or at the very least, hanging!

A wonderful page about Braniff Airlines

A fantastic page full of Braniff Airlines memories from former stewardesses

From 1963: Smoking Hot!

It's hard to come up with a humorous caption for an advertisement
that is this wonderful in and of itself.

From 1979: Kim Alexis On The Cover Of US Vogue

Photographed by Stan Malinowski

From the same issue:

All of these are *astonishing* double-clickers. Enjoy!

From 1952: Fried Chicken! Oh Boy!

Trans World Airlines
1952
(notice the classic TWA logos on the little ramekins!)

From 1983: Bebe Buell

Buell says in her most excellent memoir Rebel Heart that her on-again, off-again paramour Elvis Costello was disgusted by this layout, so much so that it lead him to dump her for the eight millionth time (big deal; Costello's a putz). Liz Derringer, wife of rocker Rick, was one of Bebe's closest friends at the time.

I love whores.

Think Wink: The Soft Drink Of Choice For Discriminating Siamese Cats In The Sixties

1966

For Americans, the flavor is supposedly somewhat similar to Squirt cola, which can be difficult to find in some markets.

An interesting article on the apparently elusive Wink

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