Classic Beauty: Myrna Loy

I was watching The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer  the other night (for about the tenth time), and once again was struck by the beauty of Myrna Loy.

As a silent star, she was girlish:

…and then she grew up into the early 1930s-era of cute, witty and sexy women:

…and finally blossomed into full, sophisticated womanhood:

And she did all this despite having had the world’s worst hairstyles inflicted on her.

Gorgeous.

Happy Birthday

I see that Carmen Electra just had a birthday, and I have to admit that she’s not bad for a 50-year-old broad:

However, no amount of sexiness, hotness or other such descriptors can overcome the heritage of once having been Mrs. Dennis Rodman:

Hard pass.

The Usual Grump

…about clothing, and the appropriate wearing thereof.  First, the plaudits.

I have always had an old-man crush on Anya Taylor-Joy, the chick from that chess movie, and her latest appearance did nothing to end that for me:

 

Best legs I’ve seen in quite a while, so why shouldn’t she show them off?

Her boyfriend, despite looking a little like a taller Frodo Baggins, was at least appropriately attired:

The same stylish and appropriate attire did not extend to some of the rest of the male(?) attendees.  The Skarsgård boy (Anya’s co-star in the movie) wore a tee shirt:

…while the editor of British Vogue  looked like a morning Tube commuter:

…and the whole thing went rapidly downhill from there:

 

This post has been brewing for a while, because a couple weeks ago at some other movie premiere / red carpet thing, we were treated to this horrifying nonsense:

 

Seriously?  At a formal evening event?

Compare the above with the 1940 Academy Awards banquet:

‘Nuff said.