Because I am a hopeless romantic...and I have a thing for foreign men ;)
Comrade Von Pussycat
Showing posts with label Bettie Page San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bettie Page San Francisco. Show all posts
Friday, May 2, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Puttana Americana!
For the longest time I have wanted to recreate photographs that evoke the work of the great Italian New Wave maestros...most notably Vittorio de Sica and Federico Fellini.
La dolce vita...without a taste of bitter, there would be no sweet. Unadulterated pleasure can be no pleasure at all...without death there can be no life. I once felt great pleasure in knowing that certain things will expire, wither, and die.There was such sweetness and longing in that last, deep kiss...such glorious desperation in the arms of summer. Death can be comforting. Just as the thought of eternal youth can be menacing, and slightly morbid. I have always had a hedonistic streak in me, and sometimes I have to remember to be reasonable. I am one who is easily seduced by my senses, and who revels in the simplest details of life. Puttana, puta, kurva, whore...these have all been names of mine; names that hold a touch of sweetness along with the bitter. After all, sometimes the most beautiful things lie within the ugly...
Comrade Von Pussycat
Sunday, April 13, 2014
A Lotta Whorechata...
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| Don't you love the rope belt? |
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| My new favorite dress, courtesy of Chula Vintage on Etsy! |
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| I finally found comfy and pretty sandals for long treks to work in the summer heat! |
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| So Carmen Miranda! |
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| Reminds me of an orange creamsicle...1950's lace skirt that I just added to my ever expanding vintage collection :) *Happy dance* |
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| I can't wait to wear this in the summer! |
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| Because a cup of sweet Turkish coffee is good for the soul... |
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| After a few hours braving the heat of the stove, this is the result! Homemade red pepper spread or lutenica! |
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| New additions to our terrace garden - jalapenos and cherry tomatoes! |
Comrade Von Pussycat
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Epitome Of Glamour: Faye Emerson!
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The lashes! Those lips! That hair! Can it get any more glamorous than this? I think not.
Comrade Von Pussycat
Friday, March 28, 2014
The 1940's - Age Of Glamour!
Why are vintage playsuits and sun tops so damn expensive these days? No matter the price tag, a girl can still dream...
Comrade Von Pussycat
Thursday, March 27, 2014
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