Marilyn Monroe In A Crop Top And Hot Pants!

Unzipped! Who says that the 1950's weren't scandalous?!

Yet another outfit I need in my life...so many clothes, so little time!

Love everything about this!

 

Comrade Von Pussycat

Everything You See I Owe To Pizza :)

The perfect weekend...

My brand spanking new (well, to me!) 1950's bathing suit featuring vivid tomato red stripes!

Local California produce!

California summer sunsets...

Nars Belle de Jour - the perfect nude

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A Lotta Whorechata...

Don't you love the rope belt?

My new favorite dress, courtesy of Chula Vintage on Etsy!

I finally found comfy and pretty sandals for long treks to work in the summer heat!

So Carmen Miranda!

Reminds me of an orange creamsicle...1950's lace skirt that I just added to my ever expanding vintage collection :) *Happy dance*

I can't wait to wear this in the summer!

Because a cup of sweet Turkish coffee is good for the soul...

After a few hours braving the heat of the stove, this is the result! Homemade red pepper spread or lutenica!

New additions to our terrace garden - jalapenos and cherry tomatoes!

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All Time Favorites...MUSE!!!

"Undisclosed Desires"

I know you've suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied

Soothing
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers
That you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine

Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

Comrade Von Pussycat

"Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever!"

Aristophanes, you took the words right out of my mouth. I love Anna Karina, and French New Wave films, fresh butter croissants consumed in bed with my lover, creamy cappuccino's in tiny stark white porcelain cups, Breton stripe boatnecks baring bronzed clavicles, pouty petal kisses in dimly lit alleyways, and most of all, a wine so darkly red, you would swear that it runs through your own fragile veins...

Comrade Von Pussycat