For My Friend Steve

Who I know loves this sort of stuff.
Delicious.

1959 Pontiac Bonneville.

There is so much that is wonderful about this painting. Together the forced perspective and horizontal composition make the car look huge (well, it was huge). Even the bit of cropping on the left plants the subtle psychological seed of the notion that it could go on even farther.

Babe and dudes.
And so totally queer.
Am I reading too much into this?

She's disrobing. Yet his body language is moving away. And he's nicely juxtaposed to the shirtless hunk to the right.

And I recognize that shirt. Must be a California thing. Posted earlier here:

There is something of naivete and un-self-consciousness in these nineteen-fifties-era artworks that makes them so charming.


Credit to Plan59.com, "The Museum (and Gift Shop) of Mid-Century Illustration."