Posts Tagged ‘Fashion’

Another gratuitous short-haired brunette post


Nadège du Bospertus

As I remark in the comments, she was usually smiling. It was typical of her. For example:



Another bonbon girl with a bow


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Nadege du Bospertus, model. Yves Saint Laurent, Autumn-Winter 1992, Couture.

Women as Sweetmeats

And a bonus bonbon song:



cupping her
like a lover
all day
and gloating
at his

(Julian O’Dea)

“Audrey Rouget” as career woman

From The Last Days of Disco (1998): “Audrey Rouget” as unmarried career woman (publishing editor) at the disco on the right:


Here she is in Metropolitan (1990):


I am of the party that she should have become Mrs Charlie Black. He was the right boy for her.

Whit Stillman, the director, is one of the more socially conservative movie directors, but turning one of his best characters into a presumably childless career woman isn’t going to save his WASP community.

Women as sweetmeats

A classic article from 2Blowhards:

Gross Over-generalizations — Women and Baked Goods

“Here’s my theory: Women identify with baked goods. (Before laughing too hard, consider the fact that women obviously identify with flowers. Why not with food?) How so? Well, baked goods… There’s often a sponginess there. There’s often sweetness, juiciness and chewiness: nurturance. There’s the skin or crust, and let’s not forget the yeast. Brooding, gestating, fluffing up and settling down, keeping the flesh and the mood plump, fresh and appealing: Baked goods as metaphor and mirror for women’s flesh and their emotional nature — which, let’s face it, are very different than male flesh and male moods.”

I suppose. I also feel that women can be identified with confectionery, the sweet things. That is with lollies as we say here in Australia (or candy or sweets.) “Sweets for the sweet”.

And women seem to like to wrap themselves up in bows like bonbons:



My wife being given away by her father, January 1986


Probably my most read poem

I wrote this almost exactly five years ago. It got cited by the big Manosphere blog, Chateau Heartiste, and got a lot of views. (An epithalamium is a poem written to celebrate a wedding.)


Like an unopened letter from God,
Like white icing on a cake,
Like the seal on a bottle,
Uncut, pristine, unadulterated, not fake.

Like the first gulp of water,
Like ice from a glacier,
Like the freshest of entrees
Untouched, pure, clean and sincere.

As fresh as Eve, as sweet as Mary,
Coming to be wed,
Celebrating the hymenal feast,
Bringing her maidenhead.

Like red and white roses,
the blood on the bed.

(Julian O’Dea)