As promised, another of Reader Pierre’s (and my) favorites, another horror movie queen (and Bond girl) Caroline Munro.
Today?
Somebody once said of her that she had the perfect body. I dunno; that’s always a personal thing. (I, as any fule kno, prefer them a little more zaftig.)
But she’s pretty near the top, regardless of taste.
Merci encore, Pierre.
From Longtime Friend & Reader Mark Alger:
“So, if a song that catches your ongoing attention is an earworm, what is an image that accomplishes the same end? An eyeworm?”
Yes. Here’s one of mine:
Try as I may, I just cannot.
More to follow.
I see that Brit totty Keeley Hazell has written her memoirs — at the ripe old age of 37, no less — but the title thereof is wonderful:
“Everyone’s Seen My Tits”
…and it’s being released later this summer.
Anyway, on the off-chance that some of my Readers haven’t seen the aforementioned, here’s a sample:
A fore-and-aft shot:
Today, at 37:
And in the flesh, so to speak:
I have to thank Longtime Reader Pierre (who is French, and somehow stays loyal to this rantbucket despite all my slurs on the Frogs), who pointed out to me that my Classic Beauty section has a glaring omission: to wit, horror-movie star Ingrid Pitt. Quite apart from her astounding beauty, which we’ll enjoy below, she is to my knowledge the only Classic Beauty who survived a Nazi concentration camp in WWII.
Anyway, here she is, in black and white:
And in living color:
Lovely.
Another of Pierre’s suggestions next week. He has exquisite taste.
Was there a pimply-faced teenager back in the 1970s who didn’t have Jacqueline Bisset in his Vaseline-handed fantasies?
And in living color daydreams?
And even when you couldn’t see her face…
And today, in her late 70s?
…still gorgeous.
I think I have often remarked on how much I was smitten by the sexy women of Chile when last I visited there. And it’s a good thing I didn’t see Leonor Varela in Santiago, because… well, because.
And in classic black & white sultriness:
Exquisite.