Tuesday, June 30, 2009

My Ears Directed My Body To The Sound

'It was Rocky Roberts and the Airedales -- the hottest band in all of Europe!'

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Tommy Noonan: the poor man's Tom Ewell

with Marilyn Monroe in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes"

with Mamie Van Doren in "Three Nuts in Search of a Bolt"

with Jayne Mansfield in "Promises! Promises!"*

*from Glamour A Gogo's Collection.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Hooterville Politics

Remember when Oliver ran for mayor? Maybe he should run for Governor!

Or was that Newt Kiley who went to Argentina? I'm beginning to feel more like Lisa.

Thanks Mel!

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Power and the Glory

Woman talking on the phone as her hair sets at beauty salon at Saks Fifth Avenue.
New York, 1962 Photographer: Yale Joel

Saks Fifth Avenue
Male hairdresser working on a woman's hairdo in beauty salon at Saks Fifth Avenue Dept. store.
New York, NY, 1960 Photographer: Alfred Eisenstaedt

A man cold wrapping a woman's hair.
1940 Photographer: David E. Scherman

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Warden Threw a Party in the County Jail

[Foxy] Brown, who did nine months for a parole violation after she punched and kicked two nail-salon manicurists in 2006, wore Gucci sneakers and a Fendi scarf -- and when they got dirty, new ones were brought to her. From today's NY Post.

Where's my clean scarf, bitch?

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Raquel is Everywhere!

Especially at the Slammer, where she is our Sex Symbol in Residence. But I didn't have any reason to blog about her, especially since Keith just did a nice "Venus" post the other day. Still, check out her updated wig site! And her new Foster Grant ad. Damn, she's hot.

Technical Difficulties

Some of my readers have written saying they've been unable to access my blog in the past week or so, getting a "server error" message. I wish I could help with this, but it's a Google issue ... the only advice I can give is try and access my blog's URL through Google and not another browser. I know. It's a drag. Thanks for letting me know, and for being patient!

photo: Nina Leen

Friday, June 19, 2009

What's YOUR T.Q.?

There's also a JQ (Jealousy Quotient) and a GQ (Glamour Quotient), both from "A Test for Wives," 1961, from Larry He'sSoFine's Flickr.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Restocking the Cabinet

That last post reminded me that it's been a long time since I perused the Vermont Country Store. Last year, I bought a two pack of this for my brother and his gf, but my father forbade me to give it, begging me to keep the family peace. Sometimes Daddy Lethal really can be no fun.
I was contemplating getting him this frightful gift, which sounds like every "adult child"'s therapy session:

but because I fly home, I figured they would be confiscated by airport security, and they didn't deserve to be gripped by Uncle Bill. Regardless of the holiday, the VCS is always on top of fashions, especially the Gibson Girl era. Behold the Hair Rat! You too can re-enact your very own Evelyn Nesbit and Stanford White red velvet swing games, and keep Harry Thaw at bay with Uncle Bill's gripper while you're at it.

Another great thing about the VCS are their illustrations. Saving on real models allows them cram their pages full of stuff and I marvel at such medical conditions as "stained armpits" and "diabetic skin irritations."

And they know their customers. Phooey to the doctor, they say! There's nothing wrong with my eyes, and I don't need new glasses - I just need a few drops:

Of course, if you are like me, you have a cabinet full of such snake oils and are prone to modern day conditions like "wrap rage," for which, thankfully, they have a cure:

Naturally, if you are the type of person who suffers from "wrap rage," you need to be able to drink anywhere. The VCS is here to help!

Note the pills, already popped, and waiting to be washed down. Makes a great two-pack gift with the blur eyedrops!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Hell's Beauty Shelves

must be lined with these.

"Barc" and "Cutting Up"? Cringe.

"Bidet," "basil" and "grapefruit" should never be used together. Ever. Not in a kitchen, never mind ... ugh! Perish the thought.

"Eye" + "slice": = "Un Chien Andalou."

The Most Gorgeous Man Alive

He grew his hair out so it was long, could be curled and pinned back with gold-plated bobby pins, and dyed it platinum blond. He wore elegant robes, dubbed himself "The Human Orchid" and was always escorted by one of his male ring valets (Geoffrey or Thomas Ross) who would spray his his corner of the ring, as well as George's opponents, with disinfectant and perfume. He was the originator of using entrance music, and was always accompanied by his theme "Pomp And Circumstance"...which would again be used some 40 years later by Randy "Macho Man" Savage. Gorgeous George's ring entrances were legendary, and often took nearly as long as his matches. The effeminate grappler worked people into fits of laughter, curiosity, and outright rage with his pageantry and theatrics. The consummate villain, George would cheat at every possible opportunity, infuriating fans to the point of rioting on several occasions. So riveted were they by George's theatrics, fans would flock in droves to see him wrestle, and even more importantly, they tuned-in in record numbers to watch Gorgeous George on the brand-new medium of television.

Read more about GG here.

For Gene.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Friday, June 12, 2009

Father Knows Best

How on earth do I not know this blog? (Thanks, Thombeau!)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Auntie Lethal

My godson sent me an e-card he made all by himself. You see, on our last visit, I taught him all about the Tube Bar.

He was delighted when I told him it had been in Jersey City, where he was born. "Did you walk me by there when I was a baby?" he asked. Oh, a child after my own heart!

Turning Jaypanese

Sorry, couldn't help it. See the rest here!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

A Gemini Birthday

I was a birthday party tonite, where the guest of honor was serenaded by Harvey Sid Fisher! He wasn't dressed in his tuxedo, but sang the Gemini song nonetheless:

Harvey was delighted when I asked him if he was going to sing the Gemini song, and even more so when I told him I saw him perform in NY some years ago. What a treat.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Fleur Cowles dies at 101

Dressed in large dark-rimmed glasses, well-tailored suits (always adorned with a rose), and a ring (one inch square of rough-cut jade), she numbered princes and Popes among her friends. She spun a fable out of her own life, destroying evidence of her unfashionable upbringing and claiming to be the Queen Mother's "best friend" (they met occasionally). But her important achievements and friendships were undeniable, not least as editor of the magazine Flair in the 1950s.

Like all great self-made legends, she told fab tall tales:

She invariably claimed to be the Queen Mother's best friend, though this view was far from endorsed by former retainers at Clarence House. Nevertheless she carried some crumpled letters from the Queen Mother about in her handbag and would occasionally produce these to support the claim.

Be sure to read the obit in the Telegraph.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

The Unknown Commenter

In black marker, on magazines at my gym. I wonder who she is!

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Double Trouble

"Tell me 'bout Roger!"

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Eat Your Makeup

... or something.

Vot a silly vaste of time!

Bobby Sherman

When I saw this twerp first on SNL then on the MTV awards, I thought, what is wrong? A stylist is actually doing this to him? He can't even see. He needs a history lesson:

Now that, young man, is how teenybopper sideswept hair is done.

Monday, June 01, 2009

Danny LaRue, R.I.P.

No one does an obit better than the Telegraph, which I cannot recommend highly enough:
With his dazzling coiffures, extravagant costumes, immaculate make-up, fitted eyelashes, blonde peek-a-boo wig and high heels, La Rue — tall and handsome — brought an air of amiable and poised self-mockery to clubs, cabarets, variety halls and summer shows for nearly 40 years.

Beneath huge headdresses and decked out in sequin-studded gowns, La Rue in his heyday would don specially-designed creations of beaded pink lace and tulle with trains of ostrich feathers up to 20ft long. Thus glorified, he became one of the best-loved professional cross-dressers of his time.

But throughout his career, La Rue took every opportunity of stressing that he was nothing more than a “fella in a frock”. Despite admitting that dressing as Shirley Bassey or Dorothy Squires “wasn’t natural really”, La Rue was at pains to point out that he never did anything “tasteless, never anything offensive”. This view was perhaps not shared by Princess Margaret who, on a backstage visit to the number one dressing room, knocked on the door only to have a stark naked La Rue throw it open and shout “Piss off!”

“I was mortified,” La Rue later recalled, “I thought she was Peter Sellers messing about.”