This is Austro-Philipino totty Myleene Klass, who was a singer with some Britpop band back in the early 2000s, and is now something or other else in showbiz.
Not too bad for her late 40s…
This is Austro-Philipino totty Myleene Klass, who was a singer with some Britpop band back in the early 2000s, and is now something or other else in showbiz.
Not too bad for her late 40s…
Other than perhaps Rosamund Pike, no modern British woman personifies the term “English rose” better than Naomi Watts. Over Here in Murka, we haven’t seen much of this fragile beauty (other than perhaps in Mulholland Drive and the latest King Kong) , but I intend to rectify that now.
Exquisite. And, like Rosamund Pike, an excellent actress.
I remember seeing Jan Sterling in a couple of movies — Ace In The Hole and The High And The Mighty — back when I was going through a 50s-movie craze. The former was forgettable, the latter anything but, and it came as no surprise when I learned that she’d got an Oscar nomination for her performance in that one.
Anyway, that’s enough of the bio stuff.
Jan once told the story of traveling in Europe on her own (as a 16-year-old!) back in 1937. At the end of the trip and needing funds to come home, her father sent her airfare to fly back. However, on seeing some lingerie she liked in a shop window, she traded in the airfare to buy it, and with the leftover money booked a cheaper ticket aboard a steamship.
Midway through the voyage, she found out that the airfare had been for a flight on the Hindenburg. So she was beautiful and lucky.
Anyway, here she is in some period-correct lingerie.
Gorgeous, in any period.
Among the several things about Modern Life that make me ultra-peevish is this thing about people walking around carrying drinks — water bottles, Yeti flasks, what have you — and I want to ask people (loudly) whether they think they’re going to die of thirst before they can get to the nearest tap or drinking fountain. Mostly, this applies to women, the precious creatures, because Teh Experts tell us that We Must Remain Hydrated, Lest We Die.
Maybe when you’re crossing the fucking Mojave Desert, but not when you’re crossing the street in Dallas or Los Angeles.
However, let it not be said that I’m completely intolerant in this regard. I am prepared, for instance, to make exceptions to my “Stop acting like a camel!” gripe in circumstances such as these:
…although I should also point out that not all women seem to need that oh-so important drink in their hand every time they step outdoors:
…and of course, there are those poor things in obvious need of sustenance:
I mean, I wouldn’t want y’all to think I was that Krool & Hartless, after all.
But in all honesty, if you’re that thirsty, get off the street and find a place to assuage your thirst — and there are many of them, in cities all over the world. Places like these:
It’s really not too much to ask.
Last week we looked at some redheaded Irish totty; well, here’s another one, Rachel Tucker:
She’s better known as a singer, apparently (just not by me):
…and all in all, talented and lovely and redheaded. And there you have it.
…in which we look at Liz, in color and in the later years (during which I think she was at her most beautiful):
And with Hubby #Whatever:
Matchless, sexy… oh yeah, all that.
Just don’t get her mad at you…