2. Water Wench Wednesday

    "My, what big bollards you have"


    USS Benham in 1951… I suppose there was a few tight fitting trousers that day…

  3. Water Wench Wednesday


    Figuration Féminine: Colette Calascione (1971)

    Illumination (2002), Colette Calascione

  5. mudwerks:

    Surf Patrol: 1900 | Shorpy Historic Photo Archive

    Two sheets to the wind circa 1900. “Sailing on the beach. Ormond, Florida.” 8x10 inch dry plate glass negative, Detroit Publishing Company. View full size.

  6. mudwerks:

    TYWKIWDBI: Origin of the term “flapper”

    “A young worker mends army uniforms in America. Her sailor suit-style is typical of childrenswear at the time. Boys would have worn a similar top, but with trousers. The bows which girls wore in their hair became known as ‘flappers’ because of the way they fell onto the head. The name would stick with this generation, as they grew up in the Twenties.”

    Scanned and quoted from the book “Decades of Fashion” by Harriet Worsley.  Posted at Beautiful Century, via Edwardian Era.

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    Figuration Féminine: Colette Calascione (1971)

    Lorelei (2001), Colette Calascione

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  13. talkingcure:

    Talked To Death #2

    Stop talking!

    Silence was a moral imperative and a supreme act of patriotism during World War II.  But silence is unnatural. In print, posters, movies, and radio, the Office of War Information  reminded Americans to consider the national interest and just shut up for once. 

    Persuasion took many forms — in this case, an accusation hurled directly at fellow Americans by a drowning sailor.  Suspense of the highest order, condensed into a single powerful image: His gaze, weary and direct, stares into your eyes.  He is about to die, but he won’t ask to be rescued. 

    His arm is outstretched, thrust through the surface of the water and nearly off the page, but he does not reach to grasp a rescuer’s hand.  Instead, he uses his last ounce of energy — perhaps his last breath in this world — to point out his betrayer.  It isn’t you, because he points to a place just over your shoulder - but it might be a neighbor, a friend, a member of your family.  It isn’t just a call for you to shut up, but for you to accept responsibility for enforcing the code of silence.

    The image is framed by the bold, razor-sharp slogan delivered with his dying breath: Someone Talked!  It’s the final moment of a particularly grizzly war film — something by Samuel Fuller or Robert Aldrich.  The sailor doesn’t want to be rescued, nor will he ask for salvation; he wants only to confront and reveal his betrayer.  An image of obsession and vengeance — hardly an anodyne call to patriotic duty.  More like the fearsome cry of a lynch mob.

    Artist: Frederick Siebel, 1942

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