Erotic depictions of women in drawing, painting, sculpture and photography from the dawn of man to the present.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Black and White Venus by Andre de Dienes (1913-1985)



At a time when the depiction of pubic hair, even in art photography, was very rare this nineteen fifties photograph by Hungarian Andre de Dienes (born Andor György Ikafalvi-Dienes) packs an assertive punch.  Born in Transylvania (now part of Romania but then in the Austro-Hungarian Empire) in 1913, after a sojourn to Tunisia. where he bought his first camera, he arrived in Paris at the age of twenty to study art and also began photographing for magazines.   In 1938 he was offered a job at Esquire magazine which funded his emigration to the US.  Apart from fashion and portrait photography (he did a famous set of pictures of a nineteen year old Norma Jean Baker in 1945 and they had a brief affair) he did a lot of nude work after he moved to California in 1944.

More of his splendid beach nudes another time.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Non centrefold Venus of the Month 48: Colleen Carney, August 1976



S, from Vancouver has been complaining that our posts of late have been "too artistic" by which she means, as we well know, that there have not been enough naked seventies and eighties girls flashing their bits.


 


So we can remedy this today by, unusually, posting a non centrefold of the month from the correct month, for once.  This comes from Penthouse from August 1976 which featured, the really rather magnificent, Vicki Lynn Johnson on the cover.  This is something of a classic issue as it also features Rhianna Post (aka Henrietta Kellog) one of the Penthouse girls who appeared in Bob Guccione's Caligula.




We don't discover much about Colleen in the text except it claims she is from California, is 5'4" tall and measures 35-23-35.  All, some or none of which may be true.




Colleen was another one of those girls who posed once for Penthouse and then disappeared.  We have never seen her in any other magazine of the time.




This is a shame as she has a slightly unconventional face which makes her look more real; more, dare we say, girl-next-door.  One of the things Triple P responds to in a woman's face is a strong and characterful nose and this Colleen certainly has.




This is a classic, full-on boudoir set with brass bedstead, floaty clothes, stockings and garter belts and a selection of lingerie (the magazine credits Frederick's of Hollywood).






Colleen also has a nicely shaped bust with entertainingly prominent nipples of the kind we also appreciate.




Big hats were very popular at this time and were very useful, in pictorials of the time, from which to look enigmatic under.  




There are no shots featuring her entire body; this one is as close as we get.  The pictures were shot by Timothy John, in his only shoot for Penthouse.  It may be that Colleen was a friend of the photographer and he just sold this one set of her.  It is unusual because Penthouse usually stuck to a small stable of photographers.




Here is Colleen spread-legged in stockings in what would be known as an Emmanuelle chair, after the film poster featuring Sylvia Kristel.  It should be remembered that these sorts of poses were comparatively recent in the magazine.  Up until now almost all shots like this had been done using heavy soft focus.




To have a girl displaying herself like this in multiple pictures was actually new for the magazine and Colleen had more pictures featuring her labia than any Penthouse girl to date.




This is another appealing aspect of Miss Carney for Triple P, in that she has nice prominent parts which we find visually more interesting.  This shot of her with her fingers either side of her clitoris was unprecedented in Penthouse to that point.




Again, there is no soft focus or dim lighting in order to partly conceal what she has.  This brought Penthouse into line with what Paul Raymond's Club had started to show a few months earlier and Hustler had started to show before that.




An even clearer pussy picture here but with added 'artistic' grapes and a candle lighting up her pink petals.




Rear end shots which actually included the models anus were very rare indeed at this point and Coleen joined the handful of Penthouse girls who had shown off their rears in such a way.




In this final image she is completely displayed, with a suggestion, especially compared with other shots in the pictorial, that she is genuinely aroused.  

So, a rather envelope pushing pictorial for Colleen with her interesting nose and prominent bits.  She is one of our favourite Penthouse models of the second half of the seventies.  

More seventies girls soon!

Updated Venuses by Boucher







I have updated my post on the painting of Marie-Louise O'Murphy by Boucher with a couple of additional images as shown here.   The top one is Marie-Louise herself, drawn from life, while the second is Boucher's wife.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Personally Selected Venuses 9: Three Women by Robert Farber



This is a nice study by Robert Farber (whose one and only Penthouse pictorial, Moulin Rouge can be found here) shot in Newport, Rhode Island in the eighties.  It has something of the Three Graces about it.  Just using natural light for illumination it is typical of his black and white work in the eighties.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Venus Passing: Yvonne Craig 1937-2015




Another one of Agent Triple P's favourite fantasy women, when he was younger ,,has died.  Yvonne Craig was best known for her appearance as Batgirl in the third season of the sixties Batman TV (the annoying theme tune for which was written by Neil Hefti who composed the far more sophisticated score for a Triple P favourite, How to Murder Your Wife (1965).  It wasn't as the purple skin tight clad Batgirl that she made an impression on Triple P, however.  We weren't allowed to watch Batman when we were young as it was on ITV (commercial television) rather than the BBC and Triple P's parents didn't approve.






No, it was as the treacherous Marta, a green-skinned Orion slave girl in the Star Trek (Star Trek was on the BBC) episode Whom Gods Destroy that she first registered with Triple P, wearing one of Bill Theiss' incredible costumes.




Although Yvonne is best remembered for her many TV appearances in the sixties she originally trained as a ballerina and at the age of 17 became the youngest member of the The Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo, with whom she toured for three years.




She was discovered by a Hollywood agent at the age of 21 and made her first film The Young Land, one of three she shot in 1959. She had already appeared in some TV but made some more films including two with Elvis Presley who was her boyfriend for a time as a result.  Triple P remembers her as a ballerina in the James Coburn Bond spoof In Like Flint (1967).




Her dance training proved useful when she got the Batgirl role and enabled her to do many of her own stunts.  She appeared in a number of other popular TV shows in the sixties, including:  The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Laramie, Dr Kildare, Wagon train, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, Land of the Giants and It Takes a Thief.  In the seventies she had roles in Kojak, Starsky and Hutch, The Six Million Dollar Man and Fantasy Island




After her acting roles dried up in the late seventies she worked as a real estate broker and started a phone card business with her sister.  In 2000 she wrote her autobiography Ballet to the Batcave and Beyond.




A splendid woman!

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Redheaded Venus 15: Absinthe Robette




We haven't had a redheaded Venus as such for some time, so here is a striking poster by the Belgain artist Henri Privat-Livemont (1861–1936).  He began his studies at the School of Decorative Arts in Brussels but in 1883 won a scholarship to study art in Paris.  He worked at the studios of Lemaire, Lavastre & Duvignaud and, with Lemaire, helped create the interior decor of the Hotel de Ville and the Theatre Francais.  In 1889 he returned to Brussels and for the next decade produced a series of posters, in a somewhat Mucha-esque style, such as this one, which was published in 1896.


Bar of the Inter-Continental Montreal


Triple P has quite a lot of experience of Absinthe; in Prague and memorably at the St Regis, Washington DC when they served it, for a brief period, where we ended up in a slightly embarrassing situation with one of my lady friend's mother (it certainly made her heart grow fonder).  It was also served properly in the Inter-Continental in Montreal where I had it with my particular friend S from Vancouver (it made all of her parts grow fonder).

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Centrefold Venus of the Month 55: Rosie Whails (Linda Gordon), December 1976



Time for another pussy presenting popsy in the sumptuous form of Rosie Whails.  In fact, as we discovered during our work on our post on the Penthouse girl/girl set Women in Love, which we recently posted on our Seduction of Venus blog, "Rosie" is actually popular late seventies model Linda Gordon.




She was not only the centrefold but also the covergirl on Men Only's December 1976 issue.  Indeed, her cover shot was one of the most sexually charged in the magazine's history as she flaunts her famously asymmetric nipples, grasps her pussy and looks ecstatic.




Men Only had only just started to show their models genitals, with a few subtle examples in late 1975.  Within a year however they would have their girls presenting their pussies as assertively as this with Linda pulling her labia apart in what would become a characteristic pose for her.   From this first shot in the pictorial, Fred Enke made it quite clear the approach he was taking and would continue to take as he focussed on the girl's bits in a way that was very racy for the UK market at the time.






Pussy stroking was also new to UK magazines but this double page spread has Linda running a finger through her thatch and looking convincingly excited.  The smaller picture on the page was even more masturbatory as Linda also reveals her anus, in a rare example for the time.




Even more abandoned was this shot, from the page after her centrefold, where she has her finger actually on her clitoris.  The following year Paul Raymond magazines would become much less explicit but for an eight month period they really pushed the envelope in the UK.  In this picture the trail of hair running from her bush to her belly button is quite clear.  A delightfully unashamed hairy girl!




Here Linda is showing a moist looking vulva as she squeezes her really rather superb breast.  This was probably the most abandoned pictorial in the magazine to date.  There are no pretty girl in a dress, portraits or arty shots here; it is all about that enticing cunt.




Well, perhaps not all about her cunt, as here she gives us Men Only's most explicit anal shot to date; her sphincter invitingly presented and framed by her dark hairs. 




The following month, Raymond's US magazine Club, as usual, recycled the Men Only shoot, although in this case it featured slightly different pictures.




The opening double page had mysteriously transformed the photographer from Fred Enke to "Olivia".  Thi  shot is actually less explicit than any of the UK magazine's ones of Gordon.  This wouldn't continue and Club would  use more explicit shots from the same shoots than were used in the pictorials in the UK magazines.










Apart from the shot above, all the photographs in Club offered slight variations from the Men Only versions.  We have put all the pictures in the same order so that you can compare them but there really isn't a lot of difference!




The centrefold (below) was also very similar although it lacked the tit squeezing of the UK version.




Although this is a far from subtle pictorial the ample charms of Miss Gordon, her abandoned expressions, genital touching and inviting nether regions make it something of a classic from Men Only's first pussy focussed year.  Like it or not this genital fixation (which Fred Enke did a lot to define before his tragically early death) would define the photography of women in men's magazines from this point on. 

We have really enjoyed looking through the 1976 Men Only magazines in our collection.  It was after all, the May 1976 issue which was the first men's magazine we owned.  We are minded to do a mini pubic wars special on the development of the photography of women in Men Only.  It really did feature some staggeringly beautiful women shot by some world class glamour photographers, particularly in the second half of the seventies.  Never fear, however, our next episode of the US focussed Pubic Wars posts is already under way!

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Our first naked Venus - forty years ago this week





Agent Triple P was sorting out some old photographs this weekend when he came across some taken on a family holiday in Menorca in July 1975. Agent Triple P has always been a visual person and, as you can no doubt tell from these pages, an appreciation of visual representations of women has always been one of our defining characteristics.




It is difficult, back through the mists of time, to remember a particular photograph of a naked woman as being our first. One we do remember was of Swedish actress Julie Ege, preparing for her appearance in a new film, who was photographed on an island in the Bahamas in 1972.  There was a double page spread, from which this photograph comes, illustrated with pictures of her topless or naked on the beach.  I think it came from the News of the World Sunday newspaper which Triple P's father occasionally bought.  We were so enamoured of this picture that the twelve year old Triple P cut it out and it formed the beginning of what would become our extensive collection. 





We can't remember the first full-frontal nude photograph we saw but have a suspicion that it was not, as you might think, in one of our father's Mayfair or Penthouse magazines but was in something like the Sunday Times magazine. This groundbreaking colour supplement to the premier British Sunday newspaper was quite nude friendly in the early seventies and quite often had photographic nudes supposedly for fashion, artistic or scientific reasons.  We remember one in particular of a head on shot of a black girl and a white girl standing next to each other illustrating a piece (we think) on physical differences between the races.  We remember being struck by the beauty of them both and excited beyond belief that they were presented in their natural state in such a manner.



After the Bath (1888)


Our first artistic female nude is more firmly imprinted on our memory, however. Triple P’s father had a book (still in our possession) called The Female Nude in European Painting by JL Vaudoyer. This consisted of, largely, black and white illustrations of old master and impressionist paintings but also contained eight colour plates. One of these, a Renoir nude, After the Bath, remains one of Triple P’s top three favourite nude paintings.  It just seems to sum up, as Renoir was so good at, femininity.  It certainly contributed to our initial attraction to redheads in the late seventies.



Laraine Stephens in The Thousand Plane Raid


On screen, one of our earliest memories of female nudity was a brief nipple flash by Laraine Stephens in a love scene in B movie, The Thousand Plane Raid (1969) when it was shown on TV in the early seventies which, we recall, caused great excitement the next day at school. We also remember a luminous Kika Markham’s performance in Dennis Potter’s TV play Double Dare (1976). At the time this was considered to have some of the strongest love scenes seen in a British TV drama, although they look very tame today. 





Kika Markham in Double Dare


We were a rather a late starter as regards cinema, other than the annual trip to the latest James Bond film.  We always enjoyed Maurice Binder’s title sequence girls who always seemed to be showing a bit more than they should but actually never really did.  The essence of tease, in fact.



Ava Cadell in The Golden Lady


The first X certificate film (not as racy as the US classification) we saw at the cinema was Alien (1979). The first full-frontal naked woman we saw at the cinema was not until university when we went to see the dire The Golden Lady, a British erotic thriller (it was in a double bill with seventies classic SF spoof Flesh Gordon which was the film we really wanted to see but had to sit through The Golden Lady (1979) first, unfortunately). The lady in question, walking nonchalantly naked towards the camera, was Hungarian lovely Ava Cadell, now Dr Ava Cadell, a well known American-based clinical sexologist. At that time she was a regular model in men's magazines. 



Cala Galdana July 1975


All of these experiences were by now tempered by the fact that we had now experienced our first naked women in real life. It didn’t lessen our enjoyment of visual reproductions but did make us realise that real ones were far superior and so deserved extra attention and, indeed, effort, to realise them! 

We were on holiday in Menorca in the summer of 1975 staying at an hotel in an attractive bay called Cala Galdana. Whilst Triple P’s sister and mother had a nice room with a balcony overlooking the spectacular bay (see the picture we took, above) we had to make do with a dark room at the rear of the hotel overlooking the air conditioning units; the usual fate of those who stay in holiday hotels on their own.   

In the room across the corridor, also with the view, were a couple of teenage German sisters (we assumed they were sisters, they only seemed to be attached to one family). We had already observed these two on the beach the very first day as they were both remarkably pretty. The older one (we also assumed, as she was taller and seemed to be bossier) had long, dark blonde hair and a rather elfin face. She wore very bright cherry red lipstick and blue eye make-up (it was the mid seventies!) and had long legs and a pert but small bust. In fact it says much for our rather unsophisticated taste at the time that we dismissed her as not worthy of our attention precisely because she had a small bust. Proper women in swimsuits, as The Sun and the Sunday Express used to demonstrate, had big busts. We can still remember perusing our mother’s Sunday newspaper of choice, whilst she cooked Sunday lunch and listened to Round the Horne, to see which gratuitous but tastefully covered, lovely they featured that week (many of these girls joined my growing collection - we had to progress from a document wallet to a filing box, which we kept at the back of our wardrobe). The older girl seemed rather aloof but anyway we were drawn to her “sister”. The younger girl was a lighter blonde, and a real blonde as her body seemed to be covered in tiny blonde hairs. They were on her arms, her thighs, her stomach and back. She had a lovely golden tan (her sister had gone that horrible walnut colour). She had short hair cut exactly as the lady in the photograph at the top of this post. We happily wiled away two weeks covertly (we hoped) observing these two lovelies as they frolicked in the sea, read their books on the beach and, particularly, applied suntan oil to each other’s lithe, Teutonic bodies. 

One afternoon we had returned to our room as it had got too hot to stay on the beach. We had noticed that several rooms had opened their doors in an attempt to channel the breeze through, as the air conditioning had packed up.  I knew this as there were men working on it outside our window.  We settled down in our hot, gloomy room to read the book we had brought with us (the James Bond pastiche Colonel Sun).  After an hour or so Triple P decided to go and visit his family and take advantage of their balcony.  

We opened the door to the corridor and stepped through at precisely the moment that the younger German girl emerged from her bathroom; the door to which was next to the open door onto the corridor. She was completely naked except for a towel around her head. She turned to look at Triple P and just stood there, her hand on the door knob. We noticed droplets of water running down her body and her strong tan lines. She had erect nipples and her body was covered in goosebumps. It occurred to us that perhaps she had just had a cold shower. What really caught our attention, in that brief moment which, nevertheless, seemed to be proceeding in slow motion, was the golden floss at the apex of her thighs. The forbidden zone! She was quite unembarrassed and looked at us, evenly. Triple P had frozen to the spot and we knew that we had to move, as it was like being transfixed by a predatory animal. She just stood there. Dripping. She smiled. We ran; slamming our door shut and scooting down the corridor in adrenaline propelled haste. Seeing our first lovely naked girl was one thing, having her attempt to make contact was another! 

Sadly, we didn’t see her again. We left to return to England the next day. She made an indelible impression and we can still remember every moment of the tableau, forty years later.  We picked out the picture at the top of this post purely because she reminded us of the German sister so much.  She may just have given us a little bit more confidence for our next interaction with a young lady, five and a half months later; on New Year’s Eve 1975.