My current obsession, 51-year-old Claire Sweeney is doing it again:
Not to be outdone, Amanda Holden (of similar vintage) is also being disgraceful:
Too be honest, Miss Holden is a little too bony for me — La Sweeney is far more to my taste — but if the girls want to be outrageous and can carry it off, all’s well, say I.
It sure beats looking at this:
TV things I have never watched, and are unlikely ever to watch:
…and I’ve also never bothered to read Maxim magazine.
It is unsurprising, therefore, that I had no idea who Gina Carano was until I discovered her existence on one of my many branch line forays into the bowels of the Internet (shuddup, I’m trying to write lyrical stuff here in describing a totally boring activity).
But discover her I did, and I have to say that if your type is earthy, stocky Mediterranean types with an excellent superstructure (e.g. Salma Hayek), then this Carano creature is right up your whatsit, so to speak:
And anyone tossed out of the loathsome Disney Corp for daring to voice unpopular opinions is welcome at this website at any time.
Who is the loneliest person at any red carpet affair?
That would be Oz actress Elisabeth Debicki, because at 6’3″ tall, she towers over the average Hollyweird squirt actor (Tom Cruise, coff coff ) and she loves them Louboutin 5″ heels, making her even more of a social outcast. Here she is, recumbent:
…seated:
…slouching:
…in characteristic red carpet mode:
…and standing next to Hugh Laurie, who is 6’2″ tall and clearly not concerned about his masculinity: 
In fact, were she not Australian, I’d say that this was definitely a tower worth climbing.
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.
…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.
I see with some regret that the exquisite Veronica Carlson, star in many a drive-in horror movie of my youth, passed away last week at, it should be said, a respectable age, of natural causes.
Who she? you ask. Let the camera do the talking:
She was unusual among actresses of her time, in that she steadfastly refused to appear naked in her movies — “often nude, always covered” as one critic wrote of her.
I don’t think she needed nudity to be sexy: 