This is a little bit of beauty for a Sunday. It is always good, especially in the age of Harvey Weinstein, to reassert the value of good erotic art. An erotic sculpture, painting or photograph is something to be valued, even if just in private. A good erotic image should show the beauty of the human form, and instill within us some pleasant feeling of the goodness of creation. Good erotic art is meant to uplift and celebrate our humanity and the pleasures of love, and not, as Harvey Weisntein and most of his Hollywood ilk do, debase and sully what is supposed to be a beautiful gift from God.
Summer is a time of warmth and beauty and happiness. We all love being warm. We all love light. We all love the ease and freedom that seems to flourish during summer. It is the best time of the year.
Now that we are fast approaching the Autumnal Equinox, on Friday, we have officially reached the end of the Summer. On Friday, September 22 the Sun will be directly over the equator, and from that date until December 21, the Winter Solstice, the days in the Northern hemisphere will begin to become shorter, and the nights longer.
I prefer light to darkness, but the darkness of Fall has its own particular kind of beauty. Until that finally happens though, here is one last tribute to another Summer season as it fades into the shadows of Fall and finally disappears all together into the darkness of Winter.
Beauty can be a mysterious thing, ineffable and in many ways beyond mere comprehension. This is perhaps what entices us about beauty, the ultimate inability to fully understand her compelling, alluring powers. Those powers cannot be denied though. They are there and present in our daily lives, if we so chose to enjoy them.
Now, I have never even heard of this girl until I read this headline today, so I felt deep desire to do some research. And what I came up with was this beauty: Emily Ratajkowski.
Since I have never seen her act, I cannot judge her talents, but I can say quite safely that she is quite lovely. She claims that Hollywood will not give her work because she is too feminine, and in particular, her breasts are too big.
“There’s this thing that happens to me: ‘Oh, she’s too sexy.’ It’s like an anti-woman thing, that people don’t want to work with me because my boobs are too big,” she told Harper’s Bazaar Australia for their August issue.
“What’s wrong with boobs? They’re a beautiful, feminine thing that needs to be celebrated,” she said, “Like, who cares? They are great big, they are great small. Why should that be an issue?”
If it is true that Hollywood is overlooking this lovely female because of her overly feminine features, then this shows how far that corrupt and depraved institution has fallen into the androgynous culture that most of the modern Left embraces.
As a blog which celebrate beauty, especially feminine beauty, this particular beauty should have more exposure in Hollywood. If that were to happen, the world would be a better place!
Yes indeed, boobs are are “a beautiful, feminine thing that needs to be celebrated.” Despite the madness of the feminists and other crazed Leftist all around us, this blog will make sure that happens.
After a few post dealing with the insanity of the Western world, especially with respect to its submission to Islam, this is a nice oasis of traditional Western beauty. This is a choir from a Serbian Orthodox Church, which is part of the overall Eastern Orthodox Church. I do not know Serbian, which is Slavic language, so I do know the lyrics here, but as the heading says, this a rendition of Psalm 135. Its melody alone conveys a deep spirituality of mystical dimensions.
It is truly beautiful, hauntingly beautiful, a lovely reminder of the heights and glories that the Western tradition has and can still reach, once we rid ourselves of the utterly destructive poison of cultural Marxism.
As is increasingly becoming clear each day, we are at war, a war for the soul of the West in general, and the White Man in particular. It is war that is being waged both on the inside, from the Marxist Left, and from the outside, by Islamic crusaders and their ever growing migrant hoards flooding into European countries, as well as the United States.
So in these increasingly dark times, let us look to such pearls of beauty as this for a reminder of what we are fighting for, at least those of us who still value the great and glorious heritage of the Western world. This hymn is a like a sip of cool water in the parched desert of our present culture.
I recently happened upon a movie which stared this beauty. Loretta Young (1913-2000) was an actress from the Hollywood’s golden age, the age of the silver screen. This was a time when films were not beholden to massive special effects and computer graphics, but rather to the qualities that make for the best drama: good writing and good acting. There is a naturalism to these older movies which is often lacking in many of today’s film.
Loretta Young was also an example of this naturalism. She was a natural beauty, and her career spanned for many decades, including winning an Academy Award for Best Actress in 1948. She could play a range of roles, from a vampish crimes girl in Midnight Mary to a chaste wife of a bishop in The Bishop’s Wife.
She was also something that is exceedingly rare today in Hollywood: a conservative Catholic, and registered Republican. I doubt in today’s PC Hollywood culture anyone with that background would get far in the film industry.
It is always good to be reminded of how beauty in the past, with its natural class and restraint, is often superior to the trashiness that passes for beauty today. I doubt you would ever have seen someone like Loretta Young talking about her menstrual cycles on the Washington Mall.
So whom would a man prefer, Loretta Young, or Ashley Judd. The choice is obvious.
The other day I saw two different sights: one was of a girl dressed in a pair of jean shorts which barely covered the bottom of her ass. Although enticing, the display of a girl’s butt hanging out of her shorts seems a bit trashy.
The other sight was much more enticing, and lingered in my mind much longer, and with a much greater intensity, than the first. It was of a girl wearing a white, sheer silk shirt with a black bra beneath. The shirt was untucked, and the fabric seemed to softly dance in the gentle breeze, and through the sun the curve of her side and hips were clearly visible. Knowing that she had worn a black bra beneath such a diaphanous shirt, and that she must have made this decision with the full knowledge of what it would convey to those around her, only added to the eroticism of the moment. It was an image that stayed in my mind for the rest of the day, and even now it still delights me.
Both girls were attractive, but the girl wearing the sheer silk shirt conveyed a much deeper eroticism. The mind and imagination are the places where the seeds of the erotic are first planted. As I have often said on this blog, more is less when it comes to expression of erotic beauty. Let the mind wander, and let the imagination feast on what the world offers.
January is the worst month of the year: it is cold, dark and with little to look forward to, except the foreboding, icy depths of a long winter. At least in December you can anticipate and celebrate Christmas; February is a short month and leads into March, which, in many places, is when spring begins to really stir.
Now, we are still in the depths of winter, and there is plenty of cold and ice still to come, but February, at least for me, is a lot easier to bear than January.
So here is to saying goodbye to the worst month of the year, January, and looking forward to the fact that the warmth of spring is now one month closer!
Now that we are in the depths of January, it is good to remember that even winter possesses its own kind of beauty. Yes, it is cold and icy, and now that the happy joy and light of Christmas and New Year’s have passes, it seems there is nothing to look forward to until spring, which seems quite far off. Still, even in the darkest days of winter we can find beauty.
The above photo is quite nice, a stunning juxtaposition of a woman’s soft warmth enclosed within an exotic world of cold and ice. The forces of winter often bring strange and difficult changes in our environment. They do not last though, at least until the next ice age descends upon us.
Now, the ice princess is often a difficult creature to deal with, but we must work with what winter gives us…