October 18th, 2010


Vargas by Reid Austin and Alberto Vargas

The book is not merely a coffeetable format collection of women wearing translucent nothings, but also provides an interesting biography of Peruvian-born Alberto Vargas. His father was a prominent photographer in Peru, and he sent his son to Europe to study art. The outbreak of WWI made studying problematic, so Alberto was booked to return to Peru via New York, but the Big Apple captured his imagination and he didn't return to Peru until many decades later, when he was awarded the Order of the Sun by the Peruvian President.
In the 30's, he found himself in Los Angeles, doing work for studios, and he bought a California bungalow in Westwood in 1936, where he and his wife lived for the rest of their lives (well, okay, work often took him to NYC and Chicago, but they kept the house there). I don't know the exact address, but the picture looks much like the area around, say, LaGrange and Veteran.
He worked for Esquire, which dropped the S in his name to make the term 'Varga Girl' more euphonious. Then he got screwed and sued by Esquire (okay, he had only himself to blame for signing a ridiculous contract). His career was rocky after that, until he came to the notice of "El Hefe", who started using his work in Playboy. Apparently, the first black nudes to appear in Playboy were Vargas art, though thankfully he had nothing to do with the embarrassing copy.
Anyway, Vargas was a hedgehog who knew one big thing. And that big thing was how to paint fur, sheer cloth, and idealized structurally dubious women.
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GOP - the party of religious pluralism

The strangest episode of [Kentucky GOP Senate candidate Rand] Paul's time at Baylor occurred one afternoon in 1983 (although memories about all of these events are understandably a bit hazy, so the date might be slightly off), when he and a NoZe brother paid a visit to a female student who was one of Paul's teammates on the Baylor swim team. According to this woman, who requested anonymity because of her current job as a clinical psychologist, "He and Randy came to my house, they knocked on my door, and then they blindfolded me, tied me up, and put me in their car. They took me to their apartment and tried to force me to take bong hits. They'd been smoking pot." After the woman refused to smoke with them, Paul and his friend put her back in their car and drove to the countryside outside of Waco, where they stopped near a creek. "They told me their god was 'Aqua Buddha' and that I needed to bow down and worship him," the woman recalls. "They blindfolded me and made me bow down to 'Aqua Buddha' in the creek. I had to say, 'I worship you Aqua Buddha, I worship you.' At Baylor, there were people actively going around trying to save you and we had to go to chapel, so worshiping idols was a big no-no.

It is a shame that the Democratic opposition is trying to win points with this.