The Use of Paraphernalia 1: Brigitte Bardot

It's Brigitte, Miss Bardot as was, though whether she used such a term during her four or so marriages is unknown. For those unaware, Brigitte was most certainly an icon in all aspects of that word. Her looks were almost flawless. I say almost because in her early career she did have some dental issues, though it appears that these were sorted out later.

Now Brigitte as well as being an icon, was pretty astute in what she did. She still is astute, though it does seem to get her into political difficulties. She also had some very talented photographers to present supporting images.

There are many to choose from, not least a series of shots with her in a towel, some of which feature enticing evidence of nipples. Certainly erotic.

Here though we have Brigitte wearing clothes and looking at the camera. Not the camera taking the shot, but one she's holding. It has a telescopic lens. I shouldn't need to explain more.

For politeness sake, the photographer was Ralph Crane and event was the filming of Louise Malle's film Viva Maria! in 1965.

Vintage1

Have to admit that I'm a bit of a fan of vintage erotica so you'll probably have to stumble through more posts like this one.

What's to like, you might ask. Well even if you don't mutter such a question, I'll tell you. It's the innocence. Not necessarily the innocence of the subject, though, as you'll see, you get that too. No, it's about the innocence of the time and the total absence of an all-pervading culture of sex. And by culture I mean not just the business of sex, but also the way it squirms its way into our everyday lives. Now, I realise that such a statement is not exactly an advert for this blog, but it's true nevertheless.

Back then, the business and culture of sex wasn't around. Of course, this is not to say that sex in itself wasn't on the minds of those gentle patricians and willowy ladies. Sex is always on the mind, it's always a consideration. Jane Austen would have disagreed, but I can tell you with absolutely no authority, that what she really wanted to do was to get in the britches of Mr Darcey. She didn't write him to be ugly and unattractive. She just couldn't say that he was the hottest thing around.
I'm straying aren't I. Let's have a piccy.

Isn't she gorgeous. This looks like twenties America with that hair. She's got a toned body and those are serious legs she's partly hiding away. But what strikes you most once you get past the titillation is the look on her face. She's not giving you the sexy come on. In fact there's no sense at all that she could imagine that she'd be looked at by lecherous men. What her face says is that she's not totally at ease with the situation.

In the current day, she might have a word with the photographer.

"You're not going to put this online are you."

Back then she'd have put it differently.

"You won't show it to anyone will you."

"Of course not Beatrice, this is just for me."

The bastard.

What is it with goo?

Well clearly it does have it's connotations, but it needn't resemble a man's seed to have an effect on male testosterone levels. Mud is enough sometimes, And then there's mud wrestling, but I suspect that has less to do with the mud and a lot to do with the wrestling.

There's a scene in Battle Los Angeles in which Michelle Rodriguez is being driven over a pile of evil aliens when one smashes through the wind screen, in the process covering her with goo. She actually says it's goo, which is opportune, and says it's all round her mouth. Her driver, a young male marine, picks up on this fast.

So yes, goo and here's a pic to go with it.

To be polite, the artist is Mike Dargas. He's what's called a Hyper Realist - the name says it all. He clearly likes goo, or maybe it's honey, or it could be maple syrup. Who knows? I'm guessing Mike does.