I've started to worry, just a little, that the Café might be getting a tad tame, a shade obsessed with dowagers, elderly royalty, and a queeny obsession with Great Lady stars.
So, for a change of pace, I give you:
Steve McQueen's butt.
It would mark a significant butching-up of things around here - if only my first thought on seeing this snap wasn't an echo of the voice of Mary Boland, exclaiming "Musical! Simply musical!"
Oh, well. I've tried.