Vanda Vane-Dotson

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Are you looking at me?

Two interesting pictures of Vanda, in which she appears to have pulled her underskirt up to her neck and over her arms to conceal her obviously braless top.

From an original print.

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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Sitting Pretty

Two nice pictures of Vanda relaxing in her black see-through négligée. Pictures from original prints.

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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Make Yourself Comfortable

There's a marvellous country girl we know. She rides to the hounds and all that jazz, and she looks absolutely gorgeous on a gee-gee, and if we could get her going for a gallop in her new tangerine mini-skirt she'd look even more gorgeous.

Her name is VANDA VANE-DOTSON, and she may be hyphenated but she's lovely to know. Hyphenated isn't catching anyway. She's a bit keen on law books and as they need going into at length, we told her to make herself comfortable while she was studying the odd twenty volumes or so. She made herself lovely and comfortable.

We told her to put her feet up as well, and as you can see if you turn the page she did. Look out for her around the countryside in Kent. She's got a darling horse called Mick. Oh, and she likes old English inns.

Have a pint on the horse. Mick’s a generous old gee-gee.

Beautiful Britons No 168 - November 1969

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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What Happened ?

What happened?

Nothing very much. VANDA VANE-DOTSON only lost her skirt in a bottle with the bramble bushes. Vanda is a country girl and it could happen to anybody in her kind of country where the brambles are an everyday hazard.

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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Whose Side Are You On?

If you must know (said tall, willowy VANDA VANE-DOTSON who prefers riding a country horse to taking a town taxi) I’m on the wrong side and trying hard to ge* to the right side before it’s too late.

In some circumstances (said Vanda, who is our idea of a rural-loving debutante) either side can be the right side. It just so happens that the circumstances on this occasion were all bound up with the fact that there was a rather hefty-looking quadruped on my side and he had all the characteristics of a belligerent bull.

Therefore (said Vanda, who drives a whizz of a sports car with verve and application) I knew there was only one side of the fence I wanted to be and that was the other side. I didn’t actually fall flat on my face but I can’t say these tight mini-dresses give a girl maximum composure when she’s in the kind of hurry I was.

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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It’s Never Like This With a Horse

Tall, bi-lingual, pro-debutante VANDA VANE-DOTSON is not among those photogenic girls who can’t resist the lure of becoming all willowy and glossy in the London fashion world.

For Vanda a flat in London is not to be compared with a Georgian house in the Sussex countryside. Let those who have to launch themselves into the traffic do so. Vanda opts for an open-air environment, where she’s got all the room she needs for horse-riding and whizzing around in her sports car. Speaking of cars, it isn’t every girl who can alight from a friend’s model and get a tight skirt caught in a tight door.

As Vanda said at the time, “It’s never like this with a horse. You can fall off a horse, certainly, and you can even rip your jodhpur’s, but nothing like this can happen to you.’’

Perhaps she’s right. But there’s a first time for everything, you know.

Vanda Vane-Dotson

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Tremendously busy, said VANDA VANE-DOTSON.

She was up from the country and typing manuscripts for an enthusiastic author, who, if the truth must be known, felt that his cloak-and-dagger thriller about detergent sabotage in London and New York paled by comparison with the thrilling incandescence of Miss Vane-Dotson.

Vanda, often seen at Hunt Balls where they like the atmosphere to be glowingly incandescent, was insistent on helping the author reach page 327, which was the end of the novel, but it wasn’t half a slog and by the time she had tapped the last full stop she was ready for a cheese sandwich and two glasses of champagne.