Showing posts with label Mr. Connery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Connery. Show all posts

Sunday, April 19, 2009

After and Before: Why Hello There, Mr. Bond!

Sean Connery, proving himself - as if there were any question - a remarkable figure of a man...

If only because he not only looks good young and more mature (still does, for that matter - put him on the short list, with Omar Sharif, of eligible-at-any-age), but in both classic posing briefs and the rather more distinctive fashion choice of diaper, suspenders, swashbuckler boots, and plait.

At the beginning of his career, it was notable that a former bodybuilder and artists' model was able to make for himself a film career; by the middle, it is truly astonishing that, even as one of the biggest stars in the world, he was able to move beyond the stills from Zardoz, let alone the movie itself.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Leg Show: Golden Years

I don't know about you, but I like it when ladies of a certain age flash a little gam.

My grandmother would always, of certain of her acquaintances, observe "well, yes, she looks fine - but she's lost her ankles!" and then flash a demure glance down at her own dainty feet.

Marlene, of course, kept hers insured by Lloyds of London, and had them prominently on display when pitching Blackglama:


And it makes sense that a hoofer like Chita Rivera would keep hers in fine trim:

Elaine Stritch's trademark outfit seems designed to highlight her legs (in what I have long thought is the most calculatedly casual ensemble ever seen on stage):

I have to say it came as something of a surprise to find Mrs. Hart indulging in a bit of what Hollywood starlets once referred to as "Drape Art," but she carries it off:

It's even a pan-gender phenomenon, which in this case, at least, is a very good thing:

Those knees aren't getting older - they're getting better!