It is the story of a girl who lived through a period of history but was never seen, and though she was a very artist, she always hid herself from others until one day her identity was revealed.
Word of the day Zaftig /zäftig/ adjective: (of a woman) Having a full, rounded figure; plump. Meet Hilda, the creation of illustrator Duane Bryers and pin-up art’s best kept secret. Voluptuous in all the right places, a little clumsy but not at all shy about her figure, Hilda was one of the only atypical plus-sized pin-up queens…
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Proust, turned her into a fictional princess and Ravel turned her into music. Renoir and Toulouse-Lautrec couldn't stop painting her. Picasso was a confidante, Serge Diaghilev of the Ballets Russes, a best friend, and Coco Chanel – her "soul sister"; possibly her lover too. Belle Epoque Paris bloome
Created by illustrator Duane Bryers (1911-2012), Hilda was a girl who was definitely not shy of her plump body. She was one of the very few plus-size pin-up queens to grace the pages of American calendars from the 1950s up until the early 1980s and achieved moderate notoriety in the 1960s. This pin-up girl was almost forgotten until someone recently dug up her calendars from the archives and collective memories of Americans.
During World War I, hundreds of young women went to work in clock factories, painting watch dials with luminous radium paint. But after the girls — who literally glowed in the dark after their shifts — began to experience gruesome side effects, they began a race-against-time fight for justice that would forever change US labor laws.
Recently I found on the Internet a fabulous picture from an already forgotten time. I was looking at the soft face, the loose fair hair and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Who was that woman?!… I…
Victoria Frances Oh my love you have forgotten me The nights of passion gone It is her face only that you see To you alone, my heart and soul i have sworn Chasing after a dream Of a long dead heart Can you not hear my soul...
Proust, turned her into a fictional princess and Ravel turned her into music. Renoir and Toulouse-Lautrec couldn't stop painting her. Picasso was a confidante, Serge Diaghilev of the Ballets Russes, a best friend, and Coco Chanel – her "soul sister"; possibly her lover too. Belle Epoque Paris bloome
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