Art, music, whatever
Sent to me by Reader Gerald F., here’s Diana Rigg doing her Mrs. Peel thing.
All I have to say that Mr. Peel was a total idiot, letting her leave the house dressed like that — or letting her out of the house at all, come to think of it.
Best legs, ever.
Okay, we all know that Shania Twain is a Total Hotty.
But ii shames me to admit that although I know who she is, I wouldn’t be able to hum or even name any of her most popular songs, even if you held a gun to my head.
Of course, I’m not exactly in her target market, musically speaking. (Or in any other way, come to think of it.)
It doesn’t help that Natalie Wood fell into that era of women and their style which has been my downfall ever since I can remember. Here’s what I mean by that obscure sentence, in black and white:
And in color:
Stunning, and timeless.
Born in Germany (but claimed by the French), Romy Schneider straddled the black & white and color eras, and was equally beautiful in both:
I could go on, and on, and on… but I think you get the idea.
Here’s a modern-day totty who could have fit into the Classic Beauty section, were she not young. Allow me to introduce you to Yvonne Catterfeld:
“Now Kim,” you ask, “she’s very pretty; but how can you say she’d qualify as Classic Beauty?”
‘Nuff said.
As to how I stumbled upon her, there’s a clue hidden in tomorrow’s Classic Beauty post… and an explanation as to why she would qualify.
I remember once going through one of Connie’s photo albums, and finding a pic of an impossibly-glamorous older woman. “Who is that?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s my old acting teacher, Nina Foch.”
Here she is, not as an older woman:
Wow.