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Silken Drapes

Fine Art

I have always been fascinated, not to say turned on, by the appearance of the female form when loosely covered with soft, diaphanous materials such as silk, satin or linen.  Here’s an example of what I mean, that of a statue of Callipygian Venus, in the Louvre:

The nineteenth-century American sculptor William Wetmore Story specialized in the form, seen here with his Cleopatra Reclining:

…and Semiaramis:

That last pic I took myself when the statue was on display at the Dallas Museum of Art, and I stared at it for ages.

Story, by the way, had this to say about sculpture in general:

Quite so.

Nowadays, of course, such wondrous sights are few and far between, and pretty much confined to photography.  Although there is this lovely picture of Mr. and Mrs. David Bowie:

…wherein even the bony Angela looks quite appealing, most such pictures seem to need backlighting:

…while most (shall we say) are more prurient:

Honestly?  I prefer Story’s sculptures to all of them.

Zero Value

Drive Time

Here’s an interesting find:

A Ford dealership that looks stuck in time has been discovered in Germany with a selection of untouched motors still inside.

The showroom displays six 1980s modern classic cars from the blue oval brand in the window that remain unregistered today — three zero-mile Ford Sierras, a Fiesta, Escort and an Orion saloon — and given their unused condition, should be worth thousands.

Considering that almost all Ford models from the 1980s were the blandest cars ever made, that “thousands” must surely be cents and not dollars.

Here’s the Orion, for example:

I could fall asleep just looking at the picture.

News Roundup

Bad News

Ahhh those good old days when women had Bettah Pharmaceuticals to stop them going batshit crazy… and speaking of batshit crazy:


...under the reign of World-Emperor Kim, there would be a similar fish tank at the Pentagon, with a long line of generals waiting their turn — starting with that traitor Mark Milley.

Moving on to the Great Cultural Assimilation Project:


...you don’t say, Hank ol’ buddy.  Here’s one country that hasn’t:


...”you know how many Islamic terrorist attacks there have been in Poland?  NONE.”  [/quote of the day]

From the Chronicles of Nationalisation:


…

And yet we see they haven’t learned their lesson yet:


...wait:  didn’t they privatize the thing in the Seventies because the State had fucked it up almost beyond redemption? 


...another example of having privatized a service after nationalizing it had failed.  Maybe the answer really is:  [whispers] light rail transport systems don’t work in modern-day society.

Speaking of modern-day society:


...cut “her” dick and balls off, says I.

In Everybody Panic! News:


...yawn.  This nearly made INSIGNIFICA. As did this:


...crabs? Hornets?  What’s next?  Oh yeah, it’s Global Cooling Climate Warming Change©:


...”when”?  How about “if ever”?

Speaking of “Places I’d Like To See Go Underwater”:


...and Hollywood actresses go on strike over “unfair competition”.

And in other Sporting News:

[sic]
...and then the real gagging began.

Now it’s the real, honest, link-free INSIGNIFICA:

 

    …

Finally, in Celebrity News:


...she’s no stranger to these pages, but here’s a brief refresher:

 

And on that high note, we end the roundup.

Permanence And Instability

Culture

Over at Intellectual Takeout, Walker Larson has some sobering thoughts about the difference between civilization and barbarism:

A true civilization produces architecture, art, artifacts, customs, heritage, and traditions that are meant to last. A barbaric culture may invent some crude forms of these things, but their purpose, and the mindset that generates them, remains fundamentally different, and thus the results are different, too. While civilization engenders a consistent set of customs—a coherent and unifying way of looking at the world rooted in time and tradition—the barbarian is unmoored from any such stable pillars.

His argument is peculiarly appropriate for the times we find ourselves in, and I urge you to read the whole article.

Asking For Trouble

Crime, Perverts, Travels

This is the kind of thing that gets me throwing things across the room in angry frustration:

A British police officer has said she was raped at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower on Monday.

The victim, 23, has told French police she was attacked by a man wielding a knife in the Champ de Mars park shortly before midnight that evening.

She said the suspect pulled out a knife as she tried to deflect his advances.

Okay, here’s my first point.  I know this area very well indeed, and let me just say that it is — along with, say, NYfC’s Central Park — a tourist attraction I wouldn’t go anywhere near after dark.  So why would this Dickless Tracy do such a stupid thing?  Ah, here’s a clue:

The attacker pounced after the victim went behind a bush to go to the toilet.

She was separated from her friend for only a few moments when the attacker threatened her with a knife. 

Translation:  she’d been drinking hard, and needed to pee.  Where better than in a dark park in a strange city, away from her drinking companion?

Anyway, the gendarmes found the guy and busted him.  Surprise, surprise, it was another tourist (nationality not given, uh huh) — but a tourist who travels with a knife and harbors larcenous thoughts.

Sheesh, I myself generally carry a knife when I travel (because I can’t carry my 1911 [lots of bad words deleted] ), but I would only use it in the last extreme in self-defense and not to, say, indulge in a little coercive seduction.

My second point:  One would think a cop — especially a Britcop — would know better than to do stupid stuff like the above;  but clearly, an excess of booze makes a cop as stupid as the average idiot.

And so much for her police force’s self-defense training;  she should ask for a refund.