Czech figure skater turned American (and Republican) actress, Vera (Hruba) Ralston somehow managed to captivate everyone who met her. I dunno why.
And yes, of course she had the legs:
In one of my works-in-progress, (working title: Afternoon In Budapest), I’ve actually used this sepia pic as a basis for the heroine of the story:
I prefer her as a natural brunette to a bottle blonde anyway.
Always one of my favorite stars of the era, Veronica Lake was very much an “accidental” film star — she got her first role when she accompanied a friend to an audition — but was never really cut out to be a celebrity. None of that matters, now. All we’re left with is her beauty.
Absolutely one of my favorites from early Hollywood, Hedy Lamarr had it all: beauty, brains… and did I mention beauty?
And:
Not to mention the pic which is quite possibly my favorite pinup of all time, of any woman:
Wonderful.
When you do a Playboy spread [sic] at age 37, and Penthouse at age 40, as Barbara Bouchet did, then let’s just say that your beauty is undeniable:
And about those spreads:
No words, just… wonderful.
Is there any reason for me to say anything at all as to why Ann-Margret Olsson is a classic beauty? No? Then let’s begin:
…and:
Yer welcome.
I have to admit that I’ve never been a great fan of Betty Grable‘s face — that smile is too cheesy, her cheekbones too plump and prominent.
I actually prefer her face in repose:
But let’s be perfectly honest, here: back in the 1940s, it was not her face that was insured for a million dollars (about $21 million in today’s Biden-dollars).
Worth every penny.