From Longtime Reader Sam R:
“I deeply fancy Olivia Williams (“Emily” in the “Counterpart” series). Her smile? Her slightly slanty eyes?”
As I’m not familiar with the TV show above, let’s all investigate this matter together, shall we?
Now I remember this creature: she played the part of the BritPM’s wife in The Ghost Writer, and I remember being quite taken with her voice. I can definitely see why Ewan McGregor bonked her in the movie, and why Reader Sam harbors similar thoughts…
From Reader David S comes this observation in email: “I can’t get that pic you recently posted of Sophia Loren out of my mind. Why is that?”
It’s a simple answer, and while Sophia is undoubtedly gorgeous, it’s her unladylike pose which does it. Those carelessly-sprawled legs… the pose is an age-old aphrodisiac to men, and so powerful is its effect that it was only in the modern era that artists could even begin to portray it, e.g. Henri Matisse’s Odalisque Couchée:
…and Egon Schiele’s Reclining Woman:
Now understand me well: I’m not talking about the typical pornographic splayed-leg shots, which remind me of nothing less than a gynecological view of the female anatomy (and Schiele is perilously close to it in the above). But there is something sexy — maybe frighteningly-sexy — when the pose is done properly. And of course, what I’m saying is useless without pictorial evidence, so here we go:
…and of course, there’s Marilyn:
But when it comes to truly erotic, you need a recumbent pose to get the full effect:
…and finally, in a pose which mimics Matisse’s Odalisque, Charlotte Rampling:
Some people find these poses too overtly sexual — “slutty”, as my Mom might have put it — but there’s no denying their attraction. I report, you decide.
With all the excitement over Prince Harry’s new Hollywood wife, I just remembered that I watched her TV show (Suits) not for the stupid plots and unrealistic premise, but because of Sarah Rafferty (Donna).
I don’t know whether it was her extraordinary beauty — not to mention the RED HAIR — or else the icy, aloof and super-competent character she played in an otherwise-unmemorable show, but the plain fact is that I watched the entire first two seasons purely so I could feast my eyes on this exquisite creature. I mean, seriously?
…and I don’t even like lawyers, or anything to do with them. But sheesh…
Somebody stop me…
Feel free to search for “Ewa Sonnet” on yer own time (i.e. not at work).
And then there’s this additional refutation of the opening statement. Enjoy the (SFW) view.
I am often asked why I prefer movie stars of yore to today’s offerings. Allow me to explain, using but a single picture taken sometime in the 1950s:
That’s Jane Russell on the right, Debra Paget (I think) on the left, and I don’t know who’s in the middle.
None of that is important. As long as you’re prepared to overlook the hot dogs, that is.
From Reader Gloria S. comes this little bit of mischief: “The Alvis was class, so’s this one. ’54 Jaguar XK 120 M, Drop Head Coupe.”
I saw several of these last year over in Britishland, and each one was as beautiful as the other. This one, however (to quote The Englishman) makes parts of me stir that haven’t stirred for a long, long time.