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ohyeahpop · 2 years

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Pamela Anderson, 2006 - Ph. Markus Klinko

#pamela anderson #markus klinko #portrait #editorial #photography #fashion photography #art photography #bombshell #vintage babes #babesofinstagram #pop icon #pop culture #2006 #00s nostalgia #actress #blonde

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sigmamale-adventures · 2 months

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Susan Hart, Shelly Fabares, Barbara Eden (as a redhead)

#vintage babes

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nightlazer86 · 11 months

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#70s #Vintage Models #Claire Cuthbert #vintage babes #California

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perving-to-the-oldies · 2 months

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#vintage babes

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dreaming-in-darkness · 7 months

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#my edit #retro aesthetic #70s retro #80s #70s horror #japan #asian #retro japan #vintage retro #vintage babes #eyes #dark vhs #vhs positive #vhs glitch #vhs aesthetic #vhs tapes #vhs

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marvelobsessed134 · 10 months

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In my head

I would love to be those girls from the 80s and 70s who are known for being beautiful and married to rockstars. I don’t know why but, there’s something about pretty blonde women such as Pamela Anderson that inspire me and make me want to be like them. I wanna be an 80s bombshell so badly…maybe one that’s on the cover of playboy.

I think this stems from me not getting much attention for my looks. I’m not ugly at all but I don’t stand out like someone like Heather Locklear does, people don’t immediately turn their heads when I walk into a room.

I want that attention. I want people to look at me and think, “god damn she’s so sexy.” Maybe have older men look at me and go “she looks just like that playmate I used to have a crush on back in the day.” I lack in boobs (A cup, lol) and my butt isn’t that big but I do have a nice shape to my waist. I just wish to be like those playmates or rockstar wives. They’re all so beautiful and inspire me when it comes to fashion.

One of the main reasons I write fanfiction because it just makes me feel like I am those girls. Like yes, I am that model who’s married to that drummer. And yeah, it’s probably part of the fact I fantasize more than I do live in reality. In my head I’m this bombshell who makes everyone’s heads turn as she walks in the club with he tight cheetah print dress and high heels. Hair perfectly permed and teased with gorgeous red lips. The kind that would attract those rockstars who get married to any girl they find attractive. (Even though some of them end up cheating anyways).

In my head is my favorite place but also my worst nightmare. Some beautiful things come out of it while others are dark, intrusive thoughts that I can’t shake, the kind that haunt me in the middle of the night and make me shudder. The kind that make me sick to my stomach.

Anyways, I’d have a stage name too. Something more glamorous than my last name that’s not very Hollywood esq..

I’d live in a beautiful large house in LA maybe in Beverly Hills or Point Dune in Malibu. It be the style of the 80s and 90s mansions. Glamorous tiles, pilers, chandeliers, iron staircases and gates. A fountain in the front yard, an Olympic sized swimming pool.

But nothing could beat laying in satin sheets in bed that has a shell shaped headboard, with the rockstar husband of my dreams. Watching late night television and laughing at the stupid commercials (the weirdest commercials always come on in the middle of the night, why!?)

Maybe we have a dog laying at the foot of the bed, snoring loudly because dogs snore.

Or maybe I’m standing side stage at my husband’s show, cheering him on, head banging and singing along to the songs. Maybe I’m pregnant, too. With a little girl. I’d probably be fine with getting pregnant if I had this life.

Anyways, this just came to my head and I decided to ramble/write this little piece.