By: Lynn Peril
Lynn Peril on WWII-era leg makeup
Lynn Peril on the Servix diaphragm
Lynn Peril on the origins of the tanning fad.
Lynn Peril on the GIRLS IN TROUBLE books.
The Beau Alarm
The jolly game of OLD MAID
Not all millionaires are men, nor gold-diggers blondes.
He looked — and sounded! — great in frills.
Devastatingly funny one week and bittersweet the next.
“Nothing makes me tremble like diamonds.”
Her look said: “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Consciousness-raising was her conversion experience.
Replacing something shitty with something great.
Sexy, funny, truly disturbing — and always riveting.
He fit emotive, supple stories into the short, rhythmic space that is a song.