Art, music, whatever
The problem was not that Patricia Neal was a beauty — she was. The problem was that nobody actually saw her beauty because she was an electrifying actress. (Never forget that it was her performance as Olivia Walton in an otherwise-forgettable movie that spawned the popular TV series The Waltons.) Here she is:
Elegant and graceful, she was the thinking man’s alternative to the otherwise-forgettable stars of the 1950s.
…that I inexplicably still find sexy. I know I know, they are long past their “Use By” date, but still…
Cyndi Lauper (75)
I just think she’d be great fun.
Marsha Blackburn (70)
Like so many beautiful women in this country, she’s a native of Laurel, MS.
Blythe Danner (79)
Always loved her, and would love to meet her in person, as long as she didn’t bring her dreadful daughter (Gwyneth Paltrow) along.
I don’t think I have to explain my confusion between these two actresses:
Margaret Qualley
Margo Stilley
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Miss Qualley in anything, but I certainly remember La Margo in the gloomy 9 Songs movie, oh yes I do…
I watched The Quiet Man not so long ago, and fell in love yet again with the exquisite Maureen O’Hara.
Oh, and in glorious, flaming-red color:
Truly, a classic.
Outside the classic Italian beauties (Sophia, Gina etc.) I’m not quite sure that anyone of that ilk came close to Pier Angeli.
And in color:
Just exquisite. And a tragic, early death from suicide at age 39.
My old post on Doubles should serve as background to this post, so go back in the mists of time to read it.
Here we have a couple new entrants to this crowded field, Maya Jama and Maya Henry.
Maya Jama:
Maya Henry:
I know, they look nothing alike. But when one sees, for example, a headline shouting “MAYA SHOWS HER BOOBS!”, you will understand my confusion as to which superstructure I’ll be seeing when I click on the link.
It’s a tough life of confusion I live, to be sure.