There are a couple of ‘nudes’, but no naughty bits are showing. They’re vintage, so they’re ‘art’ anyway.
#12 is a photo of a situation depicted on a plate my mom’s mother had. On the plate, a stereotypical Black boy is urinating through a knothole in a fence, and a chicken is racing up on the other side to get the ‘worm’. Had I not seen that plate when I was little, I wouldn’t have immediately ‘gotten’ what was happening in the photo.
Also, I think #12 is a cautionary depiction of why you should never stick your pecker in a glory hole without knowing what’s on the other side. It could also be the origin of the word “pecker”.
It’s good to know the world was not only fucked up in a weird way before I got here, but also way before the internet made it obvious.
Re: #2: wasn’t it the custom in Italy to display bloody bedsheets after a wedding night to show that virginity had been broken? I suppose a mattress would qualify…
#18: People liked porn with skeletons?
#19: “The gasmask look tops the runways for the spring 1940 season…”
#24: Most. Unfortunate. Siamese Twin. Ever.
#31: A pig fetus. Or Cthulhu. I’m not certain.
#32: Dave knew he was in trouble when his time machine malfunctioned in 1896. Fortunately, has skills as a steampunk reënactor enabled him to blend his time suit right in.
#39: One day, the watermelon bit back.
#44. It was fortunate that the Waldenheimertal Brass Band was on hand when the new electric locomotive’s horn failed.
Well then, you’d be the person to ask…I used to live in the Edgewater Beach apartments in Chicago, and there is a florist there named after her. I heard it was because she once lived in that building (or in the attached hotel that was torn down, maybe), and I’ve always wondered if that was true?
Anna Held never lived in Chicago–she had homes in Paris and New York–but she certainly stayed in Chicago hotels while touring. But she is the sort of glamorous person a florist (do you mean a person or a shop?) might have been named after.