The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of the Centerfold #5

Nancy Nielsen
(Miss April, 1961)


Rob said...

I've noticed a hopeful trend towards more natural looking nudes in amongst the plastic titties litering the modern XXX highway. This girl looks strikingly real, compared to the Jennas out there.


swac said...

I always did have a thing for green eyes.

Brent McKee said...

They had faces then. Or at least boobs small enough that you took the time to notice the faces. And of course no hint of hair other than on the head not because it was shaved off but because showing it would be crossing the line.

Tommy O'C said...

All so true. The girls back then did seem so natural. They had these fresh faces and bods that made you ache with desire even though they were necessarily perfect and symmetrical (i.e., surgically augmented gym rats airbrushed to the max), which made them sexy as hell. They seemed just like the headturners you'd meet in real life except naked. And it's true, they couldn't show pubes because Hef, who was still headquartered in Chicago at the first Playboy mansion, was getting major heat from Mayor Daley and a Postal Service that was just itching to make a federal case. When Bob Guccione started Penthouse, Playboy was forced to follow suit, so to speak. (Hef was reluctant to change and opined that Penthouse was pornography, not erotically artsy.) Showing the "full Monty" started a circulation battle between the two magazines that wags called the "Pubic Wars."

chuchu353 said...

April 1961 - Playmate of the Month the day I was born :-D