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 #15

Alice Denham
(Miss July, 1956)


Rob said...

There's a sort of nostalgic innocence on viewing this nowadays. It would hardly raise an eyebrow, but much more interesting than the stick figured siliconers we see today.


Brent McKee said...

There's just the slightest hint of a nipple poking out from beside her left arm. Otherwise Rob is right. Even more astonishing though - and extremely rare in Playboy photos of any period - is the presence of another person in the photo. Presumably some guy is holding up that towel to protect her modesty!

orangeguru said...

You all got it wrong.

She is standing there to cover the errection the guy has behind the towel. It's all just a disattraction.