Category: Classic Beauty

When your mother is the exquisite Ingrid Bergman, the odds are that the genetic result is going to be spectacular — and so it has been, with daughter Isabella:

But unlike her mother, who was trapped in a black-and-white world, Isabella has flourished in color:

And when your mother is Isabella Rossellini, you’re not going to be too far off that standard, i.e. daughter Elettra:

And yes, tomorrow’s Classic Beauty post will be about Elettra’s Gammy.

Robert Mitchum wasn’t just a hellraiser in his movies;  offscreen he was a total thug:  bar brawls, pot smoking, womanizing, you name it, ol’ Bobbie was there, loud and ugly.

The only time he wasn’t like that was when he was acting with Deborah Kerr, whose quiet British reserve kept him in his place, and not unwillingly so.  He is said to have stated once, “The hell with all these other broads;  if I could just act opposite Deborah for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.”  They remained lifelong friends, but not lovers (as far as anyone knew).

But of course, the old B&W pics don’t do her credit because tadaaaaa!

And at age 48, she did her first (and only) nude scene.

In the same year, she was also the oldest Bond Girl (until Monica Bellucci appeared).

Gorgeous, classy, sexy… the complete package.

Breathes there a man who would have said “No” to Raquel, at any age?

Didn’t think so.

Czech figure skater turned American (and Republican) actress, Vera (Hruba) Ralston somehow managed to captivate everyone who met her.  I dunno why.

And yes, of course she had the legs:

In one of my works-in-progress, (working title: Afternoon In Budapest), I’ve actually used this sepia pic as a basis for the heroine of the story:

I prefer her as a natural brunette to a bottle blonde anyway.