Sex Education (1)

I’ve been watching the outstanding Brit TV show Sex Education — which, after a shaky start in the first episode-and-a-half, has turned into must-watch stuff for me.  (I’m currently just into Season 2 of 3.)

But this isn’t a review of the show.  Rather, I want to focus on [sic]  a couple of the totties who star in the show.

Here’s Maeve, played by Franco-Brit actress Emma Mackey, as she appears in the show (as the school slut):

You can see that she’s pretty, but of course the character hides her true beauty:

 

Looks like a combination of Françoise Hardy and Brigitte Bardot, n’est-ce pas?

And then there’s tomorrow’s vision…

Fashion Changes

Back when I were a callow yoot, my body wracked with frequent floods of hormonal changes, this kind of dress was popular with the girls:

…and for very good reason, if I may say so — not quite see-through, but the loosely-fitting fitting material made the dresses wonderfully sexy in any kind of a breeze.

Frankly, this is far preferable compared with fashions today, where everything is out in the open:

 

Of course, I may be wrong — I sometimes am — but not in this case, I think.


Just by way of exposition, the lady in the top photo is BritTV star “Yorkshire Shepherdess” and mother-of-nine Amanda Owen (48), while the lower photos are of some young houris  of no particular significance.

Classic Beauty: Dorothy Flood

In the 1930s, Dorothy Flood was considered one of the most beautiful faces in show business — but hey, don’t take my word for it;  judge for yourselves:

   

   

Then, after having spent her teenage years on Broadway, appearing in shows with established stars like Ruby Keeler, she became a Ziegfeld Girl — and met Ziegfeld’s “house” photographer, Alfred Cheney Johnson… and the rest became history.

 

Johnson is said to have remarked that Dorothy Flood was the most beautiful woman he’d ever photographed — and considering who and how many women he’d snapped, that’s no small compliment.

Gorgeous.

Confusion

I have mentioned before about the confusion I have with actors’ or starlets’ or celebrities; names which are either the same, or close enough for my senior-level brain to grind to a halt.

Did I ever mention the Foxes:  Julia, Megan, Emilia and Samantha?

Truth be told, I’m a little more familiar with the last-named, but only because she’s been around forever, as a Page Three Girl, a singer and (more recently) a prominent lesbianist.

  

I’ve also seen Emilia (daughter of James and sister of Laurence) in a couple of good movies.

 

But the first two?  No chance.

 

Couldn’t tell them apart with a crib note.

So whenever I see mention of “______ Fox”, my brain tries to identify which one’s the topic under discussion, and then says, “Fuck it, I’ll go and watch Othias and Mae instead.”

Actually, not a bad outcome, all things considered.