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Zek 1950 original Real Photo Postcard collection Jim Linderman
Okay, let’s lay it all on the table. I hate your manners!
Comicard by Clem San Francisco, No Date.
” C’est pas mon homme !! “ …. Artist: Joseph Kuhn-Regnier, 1921
Hanky drop, 1950
'The Big Six'
Art by Bill Wenzel
There were two little girls of Calcutta
Who used to eat white bread and butter
One day it was dark,
So they said, “for a lark,
Now let us have brown bread and butter.”
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, from Nonsense rhymes, by Cosmo Monkhouse, London, 1900.
Bill Wenzel Back Cover of Pepper Magazine 1957 Collection Jim Linderman
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I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via liquidnight)
How to Steal a Gag Cartoon Joke Caption HERE on HUMORAMA
Burlesque… The sound of one man clapping and a two-drink minimum. SEE FULL POST HERE ON VINTAGE SLEAZE THE BLOG.
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Credit: Strip Tease Stories and Americana Press Risque old jokes MORE HERE on Vintage Sleaze
Humor is… despair refusing to take itself seriously.– Arland Ussher
As we grow to 2000 Facebook followers (and 2 million hits) I thought to restate the purpose and scope of Vintage Sleaze with the new year. I wrote the following when starting the site. Thanks all! Share with friends!
Vintage Sleaze the daily blog discovers forgotten artists of the past who worked in the somewhat dicey but hilarious early smut market. Colorful, funny and often touching, writer, collector (and Grammy™ nominee) Jim Linderman writes the text using the vintage cartoon gag, limp-core smut and risque novelty collection of Victor Minx as a starting point for examinations into the sexy and sexist days of girlie magazines, gag digests, back page scams and sideshow midnight rambles. Early strippers, models, illustrators, artists, photographers, mob-connected publishers hire amphetamine driven writers (many posing under pseudonyms) and all mingle together in an amazing orgy of the funny and often fetishistic follies of the fifties. Linderman is able to balance the line between the profane and the profound easily, as the backyard erotica of the time was tame compared to today. Tease and trash your ancestors refused to admit existed (but bought in huge piles anyway.) From Tijuana Bibles and inept snapshot salesmen to party toys and risque postcards, the site shows it all with delicate and affectionate respect and humor. A entire generation of artistic smut was rightly eliminated by the women’s movement but there was a glimmer of merit in the dark corners. Linderman aims to find it and makes no apologies, and in fact many of the followers of his site are women. Like a reporter, he digs it up and shares without judging. He frequently receives mail from relatives of those he profiles and most seem happy to have had the work of their ancestors found again and appreciated. Vintage Sleaze runs daily until he runs out!
There is a Saturday night, Sunday morning logic to Linderman’s madness…his first project was the Grammy™ nominated Take Me to the Water: Immersion Baptism in Vintage Music and Photography, a collection of antique photographs and gospel recordings of the religious ceremony (with Dust to Digital and the original photographs donated to a major museum) and Camera Club Girls which published over 100 never before seen hand-painted photographs of Bettie Page and her friends taken by previously unknown New York amateur photographer Rudolph Rossi. With a talent for finding the obscure and bringing it back, Vintage Sleaze shows the possibility of the blog as an art form while bringing attention to an entire generation of lost and neglected artists who worked in the underbelly of culture.
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