As Sundays at this address seem to have degenerated into discussions of beauty (with a little gratuitous leering thrown in — you animals), I had an idea for a new series: beautiful cars, suitably accessorized.
Here, for example, is the Ferrari thread:
Your votes in Comments.
Next week (unless y’all hate this idea): another brand.
As Longtime Readers know, I have a stalking obsession errr weakness okay soft spot (so to speak) for ladies of the red-haired persuasion.
Ordinarily, then, I would post pics of sundry redheads below, of wondrous pulchritude and in varying degrees of undress.
Not today. Today we’re going all cultural and artistic and stuff.
At least one famous artist has shared my fascination for gingers, in this case Austrian Secessionist supremo Gustav Klimt. Here are a few excerpts from various of his paintings:
Consider yourselves artistically enriched.
Oh okay, you philistines; here’s a ginger of a more recent vintage:
I think ol’ Gustav would have approved…
This one’s for Teh Grrrrls.
No matter how cool you think you are today, your Mom was probably cooler than you’ll ever be.
Go ahead… munch on that Tide pod and go cry on FaceBook.
Here’s Christina Robinson, as she first appeared in Showtime’s Dexter series:
And here she is today, all growed up:
Sometimes, the passage of time isn’t all bad.
Errr…
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.