Joan Russell
/Joan Russell - Flashing It All
A captivating candid shot captures Joan Russell stepping out of a car, her gaze fixed on something intriguing in the distance. Big thanks once again to Tocofan for this fantastic contribution!
A captivating candid shot captures Joan Russell stepping out of a car, her gaze fixed on something intriguing in the distance. Big thanks once again to Tocofan for this fantastic contribution!
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Oh, before we go, we also found that Surrey girl BRIDGET COLE of Gatwick just didn't know where her mini got to when she alighted from her car.
More from the private collection of Ann out for a trip in the countryside, giving us some very subtle glimpses of her stocking tops. Allowing our imaginations plenty of fun.
One thing we know for sure about this sweet young thing caught fixing her stocking in the car is that she's a beauty consultant in a large store and her name is ADRIENNE HOUSTON. We know, also for sure, that Adrienne is just right to be a beauty consultant for she's quite a looker herself.
Well, negotiating an exit from a car is always a bit tricky, especially with so many handles around to catch your skirts on, but even if Adrienne does make it a leggy exit it's a very eye-catching one.
Adrienne is twenty-two and since she's a girl dedicated to her profession making other girls look as glamorous as herself she has little time for boyfriends. Pity, for she's lovely, leggy and a very delightful person.
Beautiful Britons No 102 - April 1964
If you aren't quite sure whether MONIKA BUIKE is getting out of the car or getting into it, we aren't, either. And neither is Monika. Well, the German strasse was a little crowded, and it's an undeniably leggy business getting out of these modern cars. Or getting in.
Beautiful Britons No 106 - August 1964
This month's very decorative cover girl is model ANNE MONTGOMERY much-travelled girl who wants to travel even more. Every time she goes away, of course, it's a pleasure to welcome her back, but it's a dud world in between.
Beautiful Britons No 106 - August 1964
There's not much you can do on a lovely summer day except go to the races, take a punt and a picnic up the river, fly off to Italy, chase nursemaids through the park, pick flowers for a lovely lady or just settle for a siesta in the sun.
Or give a helping hand to MARIA ASSIN as she alights from her car and then offer to show her what you're currently growing in your greenhouse.
Spick No 168 - November 1968
It's not always easy to concentrate when getting out of a car. You have your mind on your shopping, but not your legs, and before you can say “Bother it,” you've got a run in your nylons. Still, if you look as pretty as ANTONIE MERLY when you're fixing the run it's quite a consolation. And if you look as fetching as RENATE KLEEMAN when you're perched on the bonnet you can go to anyone's head. Antonie and Renate are both from West Germany.
Span No 134 - October 1965
There just isn’t room in the boot for two long legs and a spare tyre. The tyre will have to go. A guy can always throw out any amount of spare tyres or old haversacks or empty beer cans, but he wouldn’t and couldn’t throw out BUNNY. Bunny is too beautiful. Bunny is a private secretary with an extremely high I.Q. So much so that her favourite reading matter is Egyptian archaeology. If you know anything about the pyramids you could have quite a conversation with Bunny.
Span No 132 - August 1965
Whenever we get into a car with JAN NEWMAN, she drives us wild. Jan always keeps her eyes on the road and never runs out of petrol. “What about stopping here to look at the view, dear girl?”
“Now, now, don’t be naughty, you know I’ve got a hairdressing appointment.”
“You change gears remarkably well, you lovely thing.”
“Don’t crowd me and don’t call me names or I’ll tell your wife.” “Oh, that was a jerky change - you put your elbow in my eye.” “Here’s the bus stop. You can get out now and finish your journey on a No. 27.”
That’s what we call really driving us wild.
Hello, hello, hello then. Who are you?
I might ask you the same question.
I’m a beautiful prince—me name’s Rudolph Twistle—and I say, you don’t half catch me left eye.
You look like a little frog to me. I'm ANNETTE RIDGEWAY LE GREASLEY myself and I’m sorry I only catch your left eye.
Me right one’s pointing in a different direction, watching the traffic on the A30. I say, you aren’t half a corker, you wouldn’t like to take me home and put me in a jar of caviar, would you?
Why?
Well, it’s all on account of the Queen of Diddleheimer and her ravishing daughter Princess Pinnipot. Me and Pinny - no, well, I won’t bother you with the details, but the Queen went off her tiny nut and in a moment of quite execrable taste turned me into a little frog.
Never mind, you look awfully sweet.
You’re joking. No, come on, take me home and put me in a jar of caviar. Then I’ll turn into a beautiful prince again and maybe we could go off to the South of France together.
That would be lovely. But I already have a beautiful prince. So, jump, little frog, jump.
Oh well, here’s me for that lake again.
Student JULIE MITCHELL is going glam. Well, you can't be serious and academic day after day without wanting to leave it all behind at times.
And at these times Julie puts on her dolly gear and her boots and goes out with a photographer friend. It's a happy occasion all round, with Julie looking long-legged and glam, and her friend looking dizzily into the viewfinder.
Well, Julie in a mini makes a dizzy picture for any feller, and you don't have to look into a viewfinder to convince yourself.
It was impossibly warm in West Berlin that day. Too warm for KATRIN DORMANN to go to the office.
So, she took herself off for a ride with a good book.
The good book was all about Einstein’s theory of relativity, or something equally fantastic. It was certainly one of those highly technical epics and not one of those hot novels written by one of those sophisticated American authors. It was too warm for that. In fact, it was so warm that Katrin decided something had to be done about it, even if it was something silly.
So, she took her dress off.
Was that silly?
No, it was rather nice, really, and she felt much more comfortable and a lot cooler. And she looked ever so sweet.