Thursday, February 10, 2011

Centrefold Venus of the Month 21. February: Carole Augustine



This month we go back in time nearly thirty years to February 1972 and the gorgeous Carole Augustine.




Carole was one of the few Pets in 1972 who didn't make it to the front cover, losing out to Karen McCook, that issue's non Pet of the Month who was photographed by David Jonathan.




Carole's pictorial was shot by Eugene Finkei who also photographed for Club, Gallery and Men Only during this period.  For Penthouse he would go on to do the notorious Baby Breese shoot in 1976.  We like this picture of her on the swing as she is smiling rather than trying to look sultry.




Carol's autumnal shoot includes a fair amount of her fully dressed, which, as we have said before we think is a good thing.




What soon becomes clear, through the rather murky lighting, is that Carole is a very beautiful young lady indeed.




Most unusually for Penthouse she is a rare ethnic Pet.  If the accompanying text is to be believed she was part Scottish and part Brazilian.  The letter certainly sounds quite plausible given her looks.




Somewhere behind the Penthouse signature out-of-focus foreground flowers is a beautiful girl.




This is a very curious shot indeed and we have no idea what the thinking behind it was!




Here Carole does watch-the-birdie for the photographer while we try to guess whether she has any knickers on or not. If she does then that makes eight shots where she is fully dressed and only five (including her centrefold) where she takes some clothes off.




We had had this pussy contemplating double page spread at the beginning of her pictorial, where it claimed she was a cockney.  The text says that she was just seventeen when this pictorial was shot and was still at school studying for her A levels.




We also got another view of this set-up in a small and grainy picture of the front page of the set. This is a very cute picture!




Finally, she actually gets her clothes off for one of the characteristic breast squeezing shots that Penthouse went in for in the late sixties and early seventies.




This final picture is very heavy on the tease but also features her lovely smile.  All in all this pictorial was a bit of a wasted opportunity.  Finkei had a truly lovely girl but almost the whole pictorial consisted of her fully dressed or badly lit.  Fortunately, he would make amends! 




In August 1973 Men Only ran a pictorial, also shot by Finkei, of Carol (they dropped the "e") photographed in Sri Lanka.  This time he did her justice, not least in the splendid cover shot.




Instead of the normal nonsensical text about what the model supposedly thought about: men, feminism (always very anti, that one), sex or descriptions of her so-called life as a hairdresser, artist, secretary etc. we got an account by Finkei of the trials and tribulations of doing the shoot in a such a remote location.


Finkei on location in Sri Lanka

 
Anyway, Finkei was obviously more inspired than he had been for Penthouse and was obviously happier shooting in the warm, tropical sunshine rather than the cold autumn of London.  Who can blame him?




On the magazine's editorial page, editor Tony Power opined that Miss Augustine had the potential to take over from Vivien Neves as Britain's new top model.





Certainly, the pictorial opening double page spread, of Carol reclining in the sand in ethnic jewellery, would strongly support such a contention.




Unlike her Penthouse pictorial Men Only would ensure that there were only a couple of photos of her dressed; in these two she's dealing with a coconut.




Long yellow socks are not what you would immediately think of as appropriate leg wear for a tropical country.




Carol manages to carry them off with some style, however.  We have to say we are not so convinced by her stars and stripes shirt, howver.




That's it, take the dreadful thing off, dear!




In this one she is seen smoking a cigar.  This is probably a sly reference to the fact that she appeared in the TV commercials for Manikin cigars.  Manikin's series of TV adverts made a great impression on Triple P when he was young, with their incredibly slutty-looking women prancing about in tropical settings wearing hardly any clothes. 




Not only did these most distracting adverts feature stunning under-dressed women but what made them really sexy was the dirty sounding music playing in the background.  This piece was called, oddly,  B side and was produced by none other than Manfred Mann.  For Triple P, in the early seventies, this track was synonymous with sex!  You can download it from iTunes!




We have a theory, based on our observation of both these and her Penthouse pictures, that maybe Carole was carrying a bit more fat in the latter series which is why they covered her up so much. 




She does look somewhet skinnier in these pictures and maybe her bust doesn't look quite so large.   She does look stunning, however.




Now, in complete contrast to the stars and stripes top we think that this blue number is very nice indeed.




Carol sprawls in the sand in this particularly effective shot.




Below we are presented with Carol's sandy bottom.  This is such a visual cliche for glamour shooting these days that it is worth remembering that photographers used to have people ensure that sand didn't stick to their models' skin in the past.  Yes, someone used to have the job of brushing it off before shooting.  It was only when Marco Glaviano made a feature of it in his photographs that it became an acceptable look.




As far as Triple P goes these final pictures of Carol in a car are the best of the lot.




Late afternoon sun lights up Carol's perfect body.




Here we have another picture from the same shoot, featuring the same ethnic jewellery as the pictorial's opening spread, which appeared in another magazine at the time.




So, did Carole go on to be the successful model that Men Only predicted?  Well, yes.




Helped by her Manikin cigar advertisements she started to appear as one of The Sun newspaper's Page 3 girls.




Carol would make over a dozen appearances in this British national institution.  For the first year of the Page 3 girl, from November 17th 1969, (the issue where new publisher Rupert Murdoch re-launched the then struggling newspaper as a tabloid) the girls would be revealingly clad but covered up. 




The first topless Page 3 girl (whose bust appeared in profile only), German-born model Stephanie Rahn, who appeared a little over forty years ago on November 17th 1970, was originally supposed to be a one year anniversary one-off.  The concept from the newspaper's then editor Larry Lamb, was that it was their first brithday and so the girl should be in her birthday suit.  Good grief! 



The ploy worked so well that they kept the topless shots, which soon became much bolder.  Carol's (she never used the "e" for page 3)  picture above was rather more sensuous than some of the other Page 3 pictures of the time, which were more of the girl next door type. 




In fact, while the original "birthday suit" picture didn't cause any comment, as the seventies progressed there were complaints about the increasingly sexual nature of some of the pictures.  The newspaper didn't worry; The Sun's circulation went up over 40% that year and it is still the best-selling newspaper in the UK.




Having done her bit to help consolidate the juggernaut of Rupert Murdoch's media empire and whilst continuing to be a popular model, Carole's next move would be into the cinema.


On location or in the studio Carole was never anything less than stunning




Carole's first and only film appearance would be in the first of what would be a successful series of four films made between 1974 and 1977.




Confessions of a Window Cleaner (1974) starred Robin Askwith in a part that was turned down by, amongst others, Kate Beckinsale's father Richard.  Directed by Hammer Films stalwart Val Guest, the plot involved a window cleaner servicing his lady clients whilst desperately trying to win over his proper girlfriend who wouldn't have sex with him.  Amazingly, this rather dire sex-comedy was the biggest grossing film in Britain in 1974, outperforming the James Bond film The Man with the Golden Gun.










Carole appears, fully nude, in a very short sequence, as "sun-lamp girl". She is looking a little heavier, again.




She made the cover of the French magazine Cine Revue, interestingly wearing the same ethnic jewellery as in her Sri Lankan shots, although this was obviously a studio photograph.




Also in 1974 she appeared as the centrefold in the Playboy-owned Oui; one of only a few Pets who also made the centrefold of that magazine.




Unfortunately, Oui doesn't give the photographer's name, surpisingly.




This is a shame as he did a maginificent job in what was undoubtedly Carole's sexiest shoot ever.




Dialling back on the colour he dresses her in either black or white with only her lovely, dusky skin being the main thing adding colour to most of the photographs.




These pictures are much more overtly sensual than the previous ones she had done and none the worse for that, although we do miss her lovely smile!




The text says she was nineteen when she posed for these pictures which does accord with the age given for her in Penthouse two years earlier.




Also, like Penthouse, Oui says that she has Scottish, Polishand Brazilian blood.  So either she really did or Oui just copied what was said in the other magazine.




Given it was right at the height of the Pubic Wars it's not that much of a surprise to see Carole displaying a tastefully lit split beaver in her centrefold, but this was prety racy for Oui at the time.




Oui often put models on the cover who were not featured in the magazine, much to the annoyance of many!  From April 1975 comes this cover shot of her doing a bit of decorating.  Except she is obviously colour blind.




Also from 1975 comes her modelling agency card, from which we can see that she was 5'6" tall and 36-24-36.




In 1979 Oui ran a review of some of their favourite centrefolds since the beginning of the magazine and Carole was one of the girls chosen.




They used this lovely photo, which had also been used in the Oui Calendar for 1975.  They also featured this new picture of her looking devastatingly sultry.  The piece said that in 1974 she had been rather reclusive and shy but now she was more outgoing.




This, of course, is the problem with fictitious pieces and it is even more of a problem when youi revisit them years later and keep up the pretence that there is a real interview going on with the model.  For, tragically. Carol had been dead for around four years when the Oui piece appeared in 1979.   There seem to be two versions of what happened: that she died in "mysterious cicrcumstances" in Portugal or that she was murdered in London by a stalker.  Whatever the truth it seems that she died in 1975 at the age of just 21.

Triple P wasn't aware of this tragedy when he chose Carole as his centrefold of the month and only discovered it subsequently. We were going to substitute her for another woman but, in the end, we felt her beauty should be remembered and celebrated here.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Babydoll Venus: Cynthia Brooks

Cynthia Brooks' mother adjusts her babydoll


We came across this rather cute shot from 1957 just after we posted our previous babydoll piece. 

This young lady, Cynthia Brooks, was a failed actress who decided to go into the nightwear business.  She set up phone lines in 26 cities and distributed stickers with the telephone numbers on them. 


Give me a call

Callers would then be greeted with  a recorded message asking them to send $1 in exchange for four photographs of herself, as a first stage to building her nightwear business. 


Cynthia and her not really very naughty pictures

Needless to say the police were dubious, as were the telephone companies, as the lines were drawing up to 4,000 calls a day and jamming exchenges.  Triple P wonders if she ever made the $100, 000 she was aiming at.  She certainly deserved to!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Victorian Venus: Eve by Sir Thomas Brock


Eve (1900) by Sir Thomas Brock


Here we have a quite wonderful late Victorian piece by Sir Thomas Brock (1847-1922) which Triple P discovered during his recent visit to the Victoria & Albert Museum (on loan from the Tate).




This is Eve (1900), a life-sized figure, which Brock had exhibited at the Royal Academy as a plaster work in 1898, completing this marble version two years later.  He also subsequently produced some smaller bronze versions as well.


Eve, bronze version


Thomas Brock was born in Worcester 1847 in Worcester.  Like Albert Toft he got his start in a ceramics factory. He attended the School of Design in Worcester where he won a box of colours at the age of ten! 


Thomas Brock in his studio, 1889


By the time he was twelve he was apprenticed in the modelling department of Kerr & Binns porcelain works. One figure that can be attributed to him from his time modelling porcelain figures is Bather surprised which he sculpted in 1868, probably as a commission, and was first released by Royal Worcester in 1875.


 Bather Surprised (1875)


At the age of nineteen he became a pupil of John Henry Foley and started his studies at the Royal Academy Schools a year after that.  When Foley died in 1874 it was Brock who completed many of Foley's commisions including, notably, the statue of Prince Albert in the Albert memorial in London.


Brock's model for the Imperial monument to Queen Victoria


Brock, like Toft, produced many monuments around the UK, such as the statue of Captain Cook in the Mall and the statue of Sir Henry Irving in Charing Cross Road.  Another famous monument by Brock is the Titanic memorial in Belfast, which was unveiled in 1920.


Titanic Memorial, Belfast


Brock's most famous work, however, is the Imperial Monument to Queen Victoria in front of Buckingham Palace which was, at the time, the largest work completed by a British sculptor. When it was unveiled on 16th May, 1911 King George V was so impressed he knighted Brock on the spot!  Others were less taken with it and The Sphere magazine printed a very harsh critique of the monument.  Even less impressed were the people of New Zealand, mention of whom had accidentally been left off the monument; something that wasn't rectified until 1922.



Unveiling of the Queen Victoria Monument, May 16th 1911
Brock's Eve is a delicate work which manages to combine a sensual quality with an impression of shame at the same time.  The modelling of the figure, particularly her legs, is quite wonderful. Unlike the Victoria monument Eve was universally praised, particularly when it was displayed at the Paris Universal Exhibition, where its naturalism and spiritualism was much appreciated




She has the look of one of JW Waterhouse's girls and her expression captures the moment when she realises excatly what she has done.  Not an evil temptress, this, but a young woman who just made the wrong choice and now, patently, regrets it.  A subtle, graceful and beautifully executed sculpture that deserves to be better known.



Thursday, February 3, 2011

Babydoll Venuses

Pat Russo does babydoll in November 1965


Agent Triple P was presented with an unexpected treat last week in Istanbul when his particular friend B, after a rather good dinner at the Pera Palace hotel, invited him up to her room for some Turkish delight.  Disappearing into the bathroom to "change into something more comfortable" (she had eaten rather a substantial dinner) she reappeared sometime later in a black babydoll and matching knickers set.  It was almost identical with this version worn by Playmate Pat Russo in 1965, complete with the slashed front.  This, we have to say, is not her usual style but she recognises Triple P's interest in the retro and decided to do something delightful about it.


Carroll Baker in Baby Doll (1956)


This is only the third time that Triple P has been presented by a lady who wears babydolls and we have to say that the sight of her pottering about the room in this ensemble was, as HMS would no doubt have said, "most diverting".  This particularly diverting article of women's clothing gets its name from the 1956 film Baby Doll starring Carroll Baker who wears such an outfit and, thereby, caused an overnight fashion sensation, to the delight of men everywhere.




Originally this style was designed for children so having an adult wearing something so short was extremely daring even though Baker's outfits from the film look comparatively modest by today's standards.  Also, in the film, the garments were dresses, not nightwear so the evolution into something to wear to bed took a little longer.


Christa Speck in 1961


Nevertheless, from the late fifties through the sixties the nightie version appeared and got briefer and more transparent, with some designs featuring the semi open front seen on Miss Russo.  Playboy had put many of its Playmates in sheer chiffon nightdresses but these were invariably long.  It wasn't until  Christa Speck in September 1961 that we got babydolls in the magazine.


A dolled-up Christa


Agent Triple P's first experience of a babydoll was in Paris in 1972.  The entire first year of Triple P's school went on a French trip to Paris and Dieppe.  In Paris we were put in small dormitories of about eight, in a special international schools hostel.  Triple P, and his classmates, Lugs, Dobbin and Smuttley (the latter two he still sees; one is a property lawyer and the other a BBC TV producer) for some reason ended up having to share with five Germans who were considerably older than us (we were twelve).  That first night three or four very well developed German girls appeared in the dormitory after lights out, to see their male friends.  All were wearing chiffon babydolls with knickers but, very obviously in at least one case, nothing underneath the top.  Triple P and Dobbin, who were somewhat more mature than the other two at this stage (in fact, Triple P was about 5' 10" tall at this time), were exceedingly diverted by these gorgeously leggy (one of the side effects of a babydoll is that anyone wearing one looks leggy) young women who were, probably, about seventeen.

Jennifer Castle in 1963


The German girls thought we were "dear little English boys".  Dobbin and Triple P thought they were the ultimate  personification of female sexuality (it was an all boys school).  The fact that they then sat on our beds almost drove us insane.  One of these girls actually patted Triple P on the head and everything under the top half of her nightie jiggled enticingly. 


The outstanding Fran Gerard for March 1967


This first proper encounter with the opposite sex had emboldened us both. We then moved to Dieppe for the second half of the trip.  Foolishly, the teachers put the four of us in a small annexe to the main hostel.   Within minutes Dobbin and Triple P were out onto the street and down the road to the local magasin where we brought several litres of cider (we looked older than we were, luckily).  In the shop we met two French girls who were also staying at the hostel  who, whlist older than us (they were fourteen), were not as intimidating and out of reach as the Germans.  They needed little persuasion (fortunately Dobbin's French was much better than Triple P's) to return to our lonely annexe, where they happily swigged our cider and, in return, stripped to their underwear, which was considerably more French than we imagined the girls in the school next doors to ours wore.  So, it was thanks to the confidence given us by talking to provocatively babydoll clad German girls that we had our first proper snog and, indeed, our first squeeze of a lightly clad female breast.  We still remember her name, Francoise.  Any further developments were stalled by the unexpected arrival of the wife of one of our French teachers.  Fortunately, she was French herself, so just politely told the girls to get dressed and disappear.  She poured the rest of the cider down the washbasin but never said anything to the French teacher.  In fact she was trying not to laugh all the way through the process.  What a sound lady!




Our second, and until last week, only other encounter with a babydoll-wearing girl was the one worn by a serious former girlfriend, V, who was staying in Triple P's house.  Triple P was at law school, living at home with is mother (his sister was, thankfully away at university).  V was living with her parents too, some fifteen miles away.  They were considerably more conservative than Triple P's mother, who always thoughtfully retired to bed when V came round for the evening (meeting up at V's house and having any prospect of naughtiness would have been impossible).  Anyway, V had a company car so could get over to Triple P much easier than we could get to her on public transport.  So far we had engaged in quite a lot of manual and oral activity but hadn't done anything more as V, being a Catholic, was keen to preserve her virginity.  One week, Triple P's mother asked him if he would like to ask V to stay Friday and Saturday night.  This was an unexpected but welcome development.  V had to tell her parents she was staying with  girlfriend.  She arrived and was put in the spare bedroom, conveniently next to Triple P's room.  Unusually, Triple P's mother was in a sociable mood and so did not go to bed until around eleven.  As a result Triple P ended up in his room alone whilst V got ready for bed.




Some time later V knocked on Triple P's door and slipped into his bedroom.  She was wearing a very short pale blue chiffon babydoll with matching knickers.  It had a tight plunging top (V had a splendid bust) and was very voluminous, so it floated about as she moved.  We had not had an opportunity to both remove all of our clothes in our previous encounters so Triple P was hit by a terrible dilemma; he wanted to remove her nightclothes as soon as possible and she was particularly keen to show of her bust but then she looked fantastic in her baby doll.  In the end she kept it on, at least initially, and we enjoyed the visual and tactile effect enormously.  Incidentally, she also decided that we had become regular enough that she was happy to forget the pure until marriage thing.  Maybe wearing the babydoll had a similar effect on her as it had on Triple P!




We later discovered that she had a number of babydoll outfits including a coffee coloured one in which she seduced Triple P into performing, for the first time, what at that point in the UK was still an illegal act with a woman. 




So, it can be seen that the appearance of B in her little number in Istanbul brought back a flood of memories which, when we stated that babydolls had had an important role in our development, she of course wanted to know about.  Feeling that it was not an appropriate time at that point to be discussing other women we have saved our explanation for this post, therefore.


One of the great moments in cinema history.  Ann Margaret in Murderer's Row


Now, for obvious reason, relating to the above, we feel that proper babydolls should be chiffon and have enough material in them to drop into pleats and "float".  The ultimate apotheosis of the babydoll nightie was the one worn by Ann Margaret in the Dean Martin, Matt Helm spy spoof Murderer's Row (1966).  It's blue, has pleats, a halter neck, is extremely short and of course has those feathers (and matching slippers!). 

Sensational!