Due to the current econoclysm, we are reducing our storage space. In this effort, we are posting various items which must be cleared out. They never made the grade for a post of their own, so they must now share cyberspace in one gloriously useless entry.
One of those 'stare-at-it-for-a-long-time-and-close-your-eyes-and-see-the-negative' deals. (click to enlarge, then consume the illusion.)
We assume that this may have been a production still taken for continuity, but it may be from a wax museum. Either way, it sickens a refined sensibility, does it not?
It all seems to be going well, but sometimes a trip can go horribly awry.
Rickles seems to be hitting big on the scene at the moment, so we thought we'd ride that wave a bit.
Miss January 1965, Sally Duberson. We discovered this centerfold and recognized it from a pop-art painting by the great Mel Ramos.