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Goattobeloved said:
Those bawds ones are particularly interesting. In fact, this time I'll quote a couple of them (sorry for thr thread distraction)

So. Call me odd, but I look at their faces and their eyes.

First ones look like funny "oh, that is silly posing here"

Next one expression actually pains me, but I like you can imagine a back story of her being there


And this one is great, looks like she is playing with the photographer. I can imagine her having fun with this session as a change to her usual customer duties.
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Thats why I posted them....The photog apparently spent a lot of time with the girls in this house...I think there were five sharing an apartment. He encouraged them to behave for the camera as they might when at work. There is a text that goes with these, which indicates that the ladies, were close friends enough to sleep together, and that a couple kept diaries. I'd love to read the source material.

But here are quotes for the sake of insight....




"After carefully examining the photos, Dupouy identified certain car models that approximately dated Monsieur X's works between 1925 and 1935. Brothels were legal in Paris until 1946. Thanks to a recognizable balcony, Dupouy ascertained the site of the brothel depicted at 75 Rue Jean Baptiste Pigalle.
Alexandre Dupouy

Monsieur X's photographs often feature names like Fanfan, Gaby, Gypsi, Jojo, Mado, Mimi, Nenette and Nono scribbled on the back, provide an alluring and sometimes alarming vision of life as a sex worker in early-1900s Paris. Although the images are most often playful, featuring big smiles and frisky poses, they hint at the struggles these young women were subjected to."


"The typical profile was a girl that came to Paris to make money so that she could feed her family back on the farm somewhere in the countryside," Dupouy explained in an interview with Vice. "Hungry and unemployed, the girl often stumbled across a Madame that would promise them shelter and warmth. One would usually end up staying with 10 or 15 girls in the same situation."



Along with the images, Monsieur X gifted texts from the private notebooks of some of the photographed women, illuminating the details of their daily rituals. One reads:

" I decided to go visit with my friends Marie and Fanfan, just for a change. It’s not the same thing when we’re just between girls, it’s for fun, nothing serious. We fondle each other, relaxing after the day’s work, and sometimes we all fall asleep, snuggled up just like kittens.

When they saw me, the face I had, they started teasing me right off. Then we started comparing our pussies. Marie’s is large, with full, rich lips like little cheeks, they make a kind of kissing sound when they part. Fanfan’s is more oblong and thin-lipped, its opening dark red, it wiggles just like an oister when you put your finger in. Then they splayed my thighs, calling me their poor little kitten. I was nice and wet, glistening through the curls, they went on together: "Don’t you cry, little pussy, he’ll be back." Then Fanfan went down on me, that was really sweet of her."

Another interesting thing is the use of expressions Id have thought were much later 20th C. These girls probably were working between 1920 and 1935.
 
saddlebum66 said:
Thats why I posted them....The photog apparently spent a lot of time with the girls in this house...I think there were five sharing an apartment. He encouraged them to behave for the camera as they might when at work. There is a text that goes with these, which indicates that the ladies, were close friends enough to sleep together, and that a couple kept diaries. I'd love to read the source material.

But here are quotes for the sake of insight....




"After carefully examining the photos, Dupouy identified certain car models that approximately dated Monsieur X's works between 1925 and 1935. Brothels were legal in Paris until 1946. Thanks to a recognizable balcony, Dupouy ascertained the site of the brothel depicted at 75 Rue Jean Baptiste Pigalle.
Alexandre Dupouy

Monsieur X's photographs often feature names like Fanfan, Gaby, Gypsi, Jojo, Mado, Mimi, Nenette and Nono scribbled on the back, provide an alluring and sometimes alarming vision of life as a sex worker in early-1900s Paris. Although the images are most often playful, featuring big smiles and frisky poses, they hint at the struggles these young women were subjected to."


"The typical profile was a girl that came to Paris to make money so that she could feed her family back on the farm somewhere in the countryside," Dupouy explained in an interview with Vice. "Hungry and unemployed, the girl often stumbled across a Madame that would promise them shelter and warmth. One would usually end up staying with 10 or 15 girls in the same situation."



Along with the images, Monsieur X gifted texts from the private notebooks of some of the photographed women, illuminating the details of their daily rituals. One reads:

" I decided to go visit with my friends Marie and Fanfan, just for a change. It’s not the same thing when we’re just between girls, it’s for fun, nothing serious. We fondle each other, relaxing after the day’s work, and sometimes we all fall asleep, snuggled up just like kittens.

When they saw me, the face I had, they started teasing me right off. Then we started comparing our pussies. Marie’s is large, with full, rich lips like little cheeks, they make a kind of kissing sound when they part. Fanfan’s is more oblong and thin-lipped, its opening dark red, it wiggles just like an oister when you put your finger in. Then they splayed my thighs, calling me their poor little kitten. I was nice and wet, glistening through the curls, they went on together: "Don’t you cry, little pussy, he’ll be back." Then Fanfan went down on me, that was really sweet of her."

Another interesting thing is the use of expressions Id have thought were much later 20th C. These girls probably were working between 1920 and 1935.
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Thank you for posting those images of Monsieur X and the text to go with them. I always find that side of life extremely interesting and continue to wonder why it is hidden away. Thank you, @saddlebum66
 
saddlebum66 said:
Porcelain..... Sounds like a lot of breakage being asked for, but the artists were pointing up the fragility of Human Life. The casualty count was 88,8246 British Army Soldiers, of which one was my Great Uncle. The Somme, July, 1916.

The Flowers are now property of The Imperial War Museum.

"Pack up your troubles in your old Kit Bag, and smile, smile, smile!
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys, that's the Style....!
What's the use of Worrying?
It never was worthwhile.
Pack up your troubles in your old Kit Bag, and Smile,smile, smile....!"

Lest we Forget.
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I'm just going by what we were told. I vaguely remember they told us it was over 600,000 poppies, but I'm not sure about the number. I probably should have taken notes. I think it was a very effective and dramatic way to illustrate the losses.
 
K9Evangelist said:
I'm just going by what we were told. I vaguely remember they told us it was over 600,000 poppies, but I'm not sure about the number. I probably should have taken notes. I think it was a very effective and dramatic way to illustrate the losses.
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My number is correct. My Great Uncle was repped by one of those poppies. David was a Seaforth Highlander. My Grandfather Served as a Sergeant in the Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders, a Regiment often found where history was being made.
 
K9Evangelist said:
I understand. And I appreciate being corrected. As you said, it was very emotive. I took some panorama photos also. It was a very powerful statement.
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The years pass, and little changed....perhaps because we fail to keep Faith with those Men. For those whose family members served, it is easy... for the rest of the world, too many other Wars have come and gone. The Road to Tipperary is paved now....and the Rose of Tralee gone gray....but they are remembered. 🙂
 
Miss_Rachel said:
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Sing to the tune of whatever that song is, by whatever so-call "artist' it is:
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a slut...like...me.
Don't you wish her pussy was sweet...like...mine.
Don't you wish her ass was...really...this...fine.
Don't you wish she fucked you to the moon...like...I...can...don't you wish you had...just a little of my time...

There. I think I did enough damage to the song for one night!
 
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