An autumnal, Halloween feast for your hungry eyes. Mangia, and Happy Halloween. Actress Edie Adams was a total smokeshow. Those legs deserve all treat, no trick. She can put a spell on us any day. Betty Grable getting her spook on. Morgan Fairchild’s early eighties witch photoshoot lives rent free in my brain at all … Continue reading Bewitching Visions
Tag: pinups
Hot Shots of the Week: Nice Pumpkins
Elvira’s pumpkins are huge. Ahem.
Queen Ingrid
I once referred to the late, great, polish-born actress and writer Ingrid Pitt as the High Priestess of Horror. The curvaceous beauty with the seductive accent has been referred to by many sobriquets: England’s Scream Queen, the Queen of Gothic Horror, the Queen of Hammer Horror, etc. Even though Ingrid only made a few horror … Continue reading Queen Ingrid
Femme Fatales Magazine
The magazine Femme Fatales paid loving tribute to film and television actresses during its years in circulation, between 1992 and 2008. The articles and interviews with screen goddesses covered the gamut, from low to high brow, and everything and everyone in between. It was probably the only magazine on the stands that was just as … Continue reading Femme Fatales Magazine
She Slays
Back in the ‘80s, you had already established what would be a lifelong love of butt-kicking heroines across multiple genres and subgenres—scintillating superheroes, fabulous Final Girls, interstellar space babes, atomic action stars, sexy spies, etc. So it’s no surprise that a blonde high school cheerleader by day who moonlights as a high-kicking, ass-whooping vampire slayer … Continue reading She Slays
The Art of the Ad: Moving in Stereo
Dig these groovy 1970s and rad 1980s music equipment advertisements, all of which seem to be selling more than just hi-fi audio, if you know what I mean—and I think you do. Go ahead, fiddle with her knobs! Stereos made people very horny in the ‘70s. Thank you to Dan Hill for devising this! CDs … Continue reading The Art of the Ad: Moving in Stereo
Marilyn Monday
These pictures of the one and only Marilyn should come with a flammable contents warning. Holy smoke show! How is it possible we never tire of staring at, ogling, and drooling over images of this goddess? ‘Tis not possible, that’s why.






