Gorgeous Tattooed Burlesque Beauties

Gorgeous Tattooed Burlesque Beauties

Tattooed Beauty: APG Burlesque is a very sexy three-minute short film created by Daniel Dragon Films. The scenes of the beautiful tattooed burlesque ladies were filmed at The Goat Farm with the Atlanta Photography Guild’s Burlesque Camera Club. Enjoy!!

Gorgeous Tattooed Burlesque Beauties

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Classic Bump n’ Grind: The Old Time Burlesque

Classic Bump n’ Grind: The Old Time Burlesque

Long before strippers started twirling on shiny brass poles in G-strings, men would get goofy watching women twirl their pasties at the old-timey burlesque shows.  America’s big cities often had dozens of burlesque theaters that featured bodacious babes in barely-there costumes, at least until prudish city officials started banning the shows.  But with the neo-burlesque movement coming back into vogue, and with Christina Aguilera and Cher co-starring in the new movie, Burlesque, here’s a fond look back at the heyday of burlesque.

Old Time Burlesque: Put Your Hands Up For Detroit

Variety Girls: The Old Time Burlesque Dancers

Slide Show: Classic Bump n’ Grind/The Old Time Burlesque

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Hot Red Meat: The Official Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar!

Hot Red Meat: The Official Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar!

Hot Red Meat is Vanity Fair’s Official 2010–11 Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar.  John McCain in a jockstrap, Scott Brown in a sailor hat and pinching his nipples, Michael Steele daringly prancing in the nude…prepare to be shocked by Vanity Fair’s Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar.  The 13 bare-chested men in The Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar are total dreamboats.  Ships Ahoy, Mates!!

The Republican Sexcapades: A Gaiety Burlesque

Slide Show: Hot Red Meat/The Official Republican Sexy Beefcake Calendar!

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Photo of the Day: The RedHot Little Brooklyn!

Photo of the Day: The RedHot Little Brooklyn!

Photography by:  Joseph O. Holmes, NYC

Meet Little Brooklyn, Infamous NYC Burlesque Performer

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It’s Old Time Burlesque: Put Your Hands Up 4 Detroit!

It’s Old Time Burlesque: Put Your Hands Up 4 Detroit!

Fedde La Grande: Put Your Hands Up 4 Detroit!

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Burlesque Queen Tempest Storm: Still Strippin’ at 80

Burlesque Queen Tempest Storm: Still Strippin’ at 80

More than 50 years ago Tempest Storm was dubbed the “Girl with the Fabulous Front” and she was told by many famous men that she had the “Best Two Props in Hollywood.” Now, at 80 years-old Storm is still doing burlesque in Las Vegas. And when Tempest is performing on-stage, she carries herself as the headliner, a classy star.

I don’t just get up there and rip my clothes off,” she says. For certain, the 80-year-old burlesque queen takes her clothes off very, very slowly. Since her earlier days in burlesque, Storm has watched the art that made her famous almost disappear. Her famous contemporaries, Blaze Starr, Bettie Page, and Lili St. Cyr, have either died or hung up their rhinestone g-strings and sequined pasties.

But not Tempest Storm, who has continued to perform in Las Vegas, Reno, Palm Springs, Miami and Carnegie Hall. Her act remains symbolic of the old, golden days of strippers in burlesque. Tempest knows nothing about that pole-dancing stuff and would never even think about putting her derriere in a man’s face. Her stage prop of choice is a boa, perhaps the occasional velvet divan.

At the age of 80, Tempest is rarely sadly nostalgic about the past. There’s no doubt in her own mind that she still is what she once was, and Storm rebukes people who think that age takes its toll on sex appeal.

Tempest Storm: Still Strippin’ at 80

Tempest Storm: Performing Burlesque in the 1950’s

You can read more about burlesque star Tempest Storm in The Chicago Tribune here.

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Girlie Show: The Solitude of the Self

Girlie Show: Edward Hopper (1882-1967)

Like most eminent artists, Edward Hopper’s paintings portray not only an image of the world, he also communicates a frame of mind.  In Hopper’s case, that state of mind is the sense that each of us is ultimately and unconditionally alone in an indifferent universe.  Nevertheless, middle-class decorum is always preserved by the people in his paintings; there are no Edvard Munch-like screams of spiritual angst in Hopper’s paintings and prints.

People are never smiling in Hopper’s paintings; in fact, they show no emotion at all. In Edward Hopper’s world, everyone is lost in an unending rut of work overtime, rattling El trains, cheap fluorescent diners, and bad dates.  Everything has fallen tensely quiet, and this anxious, disquieting mood haunts even the urban landscapes, in which the only person around is you, the viewer.   Here every man is an island. Hopper has become perhaps the most famous and beloved American artist of the past century by picturing the disquieting film noir isolation lurking within the glass-and-steel heart of our modern metropolises, the frustrating paradoxical feeling so completely alone when we’re so together.

Lonely men in shirt sleeves sit on the curb outside vacant stores and peer down at cracks in the pavement.  Or they prop themselves upright in lawn chairs, beside deserted highways and stare vacantly into the empty distance.   Are they coming close to the limit of what they can tolerate?  Or are they still looking for something out of life, something that has already passed them by, unseen?   It’s impossible to tell, for Hopper paintings tantalize, raise questions and leave us speculating about the meaning of their mute dramas.

Women are also nearly always isolated, cut off from human contact; they often appear to be just waiting.  Dressed up in what seems her best outfit, a 1920s twenty-something sips coffee alone at night in a brightly lit diner.  She has taken the table closest to the door, kept on her hat and coat, and only removed the glove from the hand that lifts her cup.  There is no one else around. Has she been stood up by her date, or is she, in the old phrase, all dressed up with no place to go?

The figures in Hopper’s paintings simply cannot connect, make connections or emotionally relate to each other.  Hopper painted the feeling that is familiar to most of us, the state of melancholy sadness embedded in existence, in our intimate knowledge of the solitude of the self.  In one picture, a young husband is hunched over his newspaper, while his wife who looks elegantly dressed for a night out on the town, distractedly looks away, fingering the keys of an upright piano.

In Hopper, even the strutting burlesque club stripper of Girlie Show (1941), garishly festooned with pasties, G-string, and heavily rouged cheeks, looks vacantly into the air rather than at the faces of her unseen clientele.

Michael Dirda has written a more extensive piece about Hopper’s work in The Chronicle of Higher Education (subscription).

Interested readers can look through The Edward Hooper Scrapbook, compiled by the Smithsonian American Art museum.

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