…once more, of the MILF persuasion:






And a quick “Before & After” study:


She wasn’t just “Hollywood’s Sweetheart”; for the late 1950s and early -60s, Connie Stevens was everybody’s sweetheart. (And most notably, Elvis’s.)






And in glorious color:


Did I mention that our girl was also a singer with a Top Ten hit?

And then there were those legs…



Bedtime:


Total sweetheart.
From the “Recently Deceased” files: Hayden Panattiere, the pint-sized hottie from the Nashville TV series.







R.I.P., sweetie.
Of a Saturday morning, New Wife and I lie in bed together while reading Teh Intarwebz — this website, various news outlets and, of course, C.W.’s site, which features many pics that catch his attention.
One such C.W. pic was this one:

At first, I was appalled, but the more I looked at the building, the more I came round somewhat. Yes, it does stand out (from what one can see) in a fairly conservatively-built neighborhood. And yet… if you were to ask me what to call it, I’d have to say “Modern Art Deco” because of that giant circular window frame, and — dare I say it? — all those stained-glass windows, which give the thing a little more of a classical style. It’s kinda 70s… and I grew up in the 1970s, lest we forget. But the kicker is that whatever you call it, it’s a huge improvement on the foul 60s-era style of its neighbor standing on the right.
New Wife — who agrees with me on most matters like this — really liked it. But then her inner chick came shining through on the next such pic:

…which she declared “cute”, even as I was reaching for a handy bedside barf bag. I think what causes my opposition is the stained-glass front door (“Adorable”, quoth she, because she loves stained-glass anything: doors, windows, Tiffany lamps, whatever).
Regardless, all that floral nonsense is still miles better than the ugly Po-Mo crap that’s foisted on us by the Le Corbusier School Of Ugliness.
But although the first edifice is still too modern for me, given a “must pick one” choice I think I’d take it over the Botanical Gardens thing. Some things are just too much to bear
Discuss.
Uncommon name, uncommon beauty, uncommon talent. I first saw Googie (pronounced with hard “g”s, like Google) in It Always Rains On Sunday , and while she was really good, I gave her no more mind. Then I saw her in Once Upon A Dream, then in One Of Our Planes Is Missing, and was spellbound both times. I’ve never seen her in anything else — which is surprising, considering that she was in the movies for over seventy years.

Like so many actresses of the 1940s, she was done wrong by the hairstyles of the times…





Oh… did I mention that she started off as a dancer?

Of course, nobody’s perfect; she ended up marrying some Australian actor and moving to Strylia, the poor thing.
From the brush of Alan Fearnley:

…and I can’t help but think that when they get up to leave, that little MG Roadster isn’t going to start and they’ll be stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Every picture tells a story. What’s yours?