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Eric Stanton – (or Ernest Stanzoni) was born in Brooklyn, mostly of Russian stock (his biological father apparently Italian). He was a physically vulnerable kid, catching pneumonia 3 times while in grade school. At 12, while quarantined, he started drawing for the first time, right off focusing on women … “heroines.”

Edit: you may now buy the complete book, now available on Amazon: Permanent Obscurity: Or a Cautionary Tale of Two Girls and Their Misadventures with Drugs, Pornography and Death

After a stint in the navy as a teenager, he hooked up with a cartoonist drawing a serial for the local newspaper, The Brooklyn Eagle. At age 22, thumbing through a girlie magazine, he spotted an advertisement for an unusual comic. It was being sold by Irving Klaw, who owned a shop on 14^th and Second Avenue in Manhattan called Movie Star News, where he sold stills of Hollywood Stars. (These comics, part of his more lucrative side business, were items sold mostly via mail order.) This particular ad was for a bondage serial called “Poor Pamela,” a comic being printed on photo paper and sold individually for 50 cents a pop, each page an “installment.”

Eric later felt compelled to write to Irving Klaw, saying he could “do better.” Klaw’s response was to invite him to contribute fetish artwork of his own. “Battling Women” became his first work for Klaw. It was a piece he labored on all week. It earned him $8.00.

It wasn’t long before Eric progressed from “fighting girls” to bondage: Read the rest of this entry »

A good article I found through google news:

Why is Bettie Page a phenom to mourn?

by Jezli Pacheco, link to the source

As is my usual want, I’ve decided to write about one subject, but will take you to it in my own way. First, I will lead you out into left field (because it’s so wide and roomy out there) and once we arrive there we’ll go into train station 9 ¾’s, to follow the yellow brick road. You won’t even know where we’re at when wham, I’ll hit you with my point.

Here it goes. Bear with, I know I suffer ADD of the written kind, but we will get there.

Today, I was rudely (not really, just sounds better because of beauty sleep purposes) awoken with a phone call at around 7am. My girlfriend (of the friend kind, silly) asked if I wanted to come and help out with a kiddy ceramics class she’s got going. A few kids come in and she teaches them the fundamentals of playing with mud. Yes, I know, you’d love to see us chicks playing mith mud…(and we both took a wrestling class in college too, but…dream on…I like clay…on the walls as ceramic art of my making…and nothing else), but alas, that is elements for another write up. Back to my story.

Thinking it might be fun, I got up, didn’t shower (didn’t have time, I don’t stink though so no need to send me soapy kinds of gifts with suggestions on appropriate use.) pulled on fresh clothes (that is a must) and took off for a class with rugrats galore (yikes, I know you feel me…singles…and specially for the weary parents…of the lovely little…monsters…you know). It was indeed fun, the munchkins can be funny, and you learn the randomest things that you missed or forgot along the way.

Hanging around with kids you also learn to be yourself again. We forget in the race to success, we stash away our internal compass, and white out who we are. We conform, becoming social automatons, told how to think, how to act. (Here’s a curve ball for you, and as I write, changing gears) Do as am told, think as am said to think. I don’t like that, and try to walk a fine line between not insulting the puppet masters, and twicking their noses as much as I Read the rest of this entry »

"Los Angeles, December 11, 2008 – Bettie Page, sweet-smiling legendary 1950s pin-up queen with the killer curves and coal-black bangs, died today of pneumonia at a Los Angeles area hospital. She was 85 years old. She suffered a heart attack one week ago and never regained consciousness. Her popularity as an underground, guilty pleasures phenomenon has continued to soar despite the fact that the reclusive Page disappeared almost a half century ago, leading many to believe that one of the most photographed individuals of the 20th century was already dead.

As the model who many have argued raised cheesecake to an art, Page combined exuberant, wide-eyed innocence with confident, sometimes aggressive sexuality. VANITY FAIR praised the playfully seductive Page as “our Uber-pin-up.” The NEW YORK TIMES has declared that today “her star shines more brightly than it did in her brief heyday from 1950 to 1957.” PLAYBOY immortalized Page as one of its inaugural centerfolds and recently named her “the model of the century, yet she remains one of its best kept secrets.” In a recent TVGuide.com poll, Bettie Page was voted the “ultimate sex goddess,” outscoring others such as Marilyn Monroe."

text taken from the official Bettie Page website

An old performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzNW7IBXL_A

Listen to what she has to say about her life: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0Ynlp7sxZs

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Here’s a collection for fetishists out there:

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