Above is a rare Christina Lindberg shot showing her crawling across the sands of some desert or other. It's from the 1973 photo book This Is Christina Lindberg, which was shot by her soon-to-be husband Bo Sehlberg. Sehlberg, for all his good taste in models/wives, refused to allow Lindberg to be shot by another photographer and pressured her into giving up her movie career. So that blows. Anyway, we have still more rare Lindbergs and we’ll get to those later.

Update: If you visit this site a lot you may remember there were two images of Lindberg posted here. We've obviously removed one of them. We just were not happy with the quality of that scan. For Ms. Lindberg, only the best. We'll see about getting it back up later, but if you really want to see it that shouldn't be a problem—it's on about five hundred Tumblr sites with no credit given to Pulp Intl. whatsoever.

Since we were just talking about May Britt a few days ago, it seems like a good time to share this photo of her that appeared in the Spanish magazine Triunfo. Her name was spelled “Mai” in the magazine, and apparently it's pronounced “my,” not “may.” This shot dates from 1965.

What you’re looking at here is a lovely Zündapp, a rare treasure the likes of which you rarely see on the street anymore. Beautiful lines, and for those who are interested in more than mere physical beauty, we’re talking five speeds, two-stroke, single cylinder, air cooled, and purrs like a kitten. And keeping us from getting a full look at it is Barbara Klingered, aka Barbara Scott, née Barbro Klingered, a Swedish model and actress who appeared in several films, including the 1972 motorcycle flick Die Auto-Nummer—Sex auf Rädern. We now have, with this rider, this one, and this one, enough naked motorcyclists on Pulp Intl. to form a gang.

Are they pulp? Well, not exactly, but they’re fun! Below are several cut-out dolls of various celebs of the 1970s. These used to appear regularly in Swedish magazines, where they were called klippdockan or klipprutan, and pretty much any personality you can imagine was reproduced at some point or another. Below are David Bowie, Françoise Hardy, Christina Lindberg, Donovan, Brigitte Bardot and Jane Birkin. 

This issue of the tabloid Exposed, with cover stars Anita Ekberg, Tony Steel, Edward G. Robinson, Elvis Presley, and Elizabeth Taylor, has a rather pleasing color scheme, but the usual rumor-mongering and innuendo inside. The “true story” of Anita Ekberg’s sudden wedding to Tony Steel isn’t really all that scintillating. Steel had met Ekberg when they worked together on the British motion picture Storm Over the Nile, which was filmed in 1955 and released the last week of December. Steel was smitten from the moment he saw Ekberg. In fact, he was so in love with her that he decided to break his contract with the film production company The Rank Organisation and follow her to Hollywood. They married in the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence, Italy, on 22 May, 1956, in a civil ceremony that was open to the public (the couple had asked the city government to bar spectators from the event but the request had been denied).

The press, however were restricted to a roped area just outside, which happened to be near a famous statue of David. According to several of the reporters present, when Ekberg passed by the nude sculpture after the ceremony she glanced up at its endowment and quipped, “My! Almost as big as Frank Sinatra’s.” You just knew Sinatra was involved in this somewhere, right? It’s like there were six or seven of him wandering around during the 1950s, so often does he pop up in other people’s personal business. Anyway, that statue of David—which is a copy of Michelangelo’s original masterpiece that stands in the Galleria dell’Accademia—has an incredibly small penis proportionate to the eighteen-foot-high body. At least, it seems small to us. Ahem. But we can assume Ekberg’s comment meant just the opposite, and concerned the non-proportionate size of the organ—i.e., quite a handful, taken on its own merits.

Now, should a bride really start married life with a public comment about another man’s dick? We think not, but we’re old-fashioned that way. Ekberg and Steel jetted off to Hollywood, where both hoped to expand their film careers. For Ekberg, that’s exactly what happened. But Steel struggled, possibly because of vitriol emanating from The Rank Organisation. He did find some work, but never attained the stature hecraved. In short order, his marriage to Ekberg was in trouble, their domestic woes either exacerbated by or rooted in his career problems. Either that or he never forgave her for that Sinatra comment. We kid, of course. Steel and Ekberg had serious difficulties, but Frankie wasn't one of them. In any case, in 1959 the couple divorced, and Tony Steel was pretty much yesterday’s news. Life goes on, after all, in the tabloids and in the world. 

Sex, celebs, and swindles make up the bulk of this Inside Story from October 1958 with Swedish bombshell Anita Ekberg starring on the cover. All tabloids had a snappy slogan. Inside Story’s is “Tells the facts about people, the news, and the world we live in.” Doesn’t exactly send chills down the spine, does it? Maybe that’s why Inside Story was always strictly a middle of the pack tab, never achieving the rarefied heights of Confidential or Police Gazette. But on to the stories. In this issue readers are told that a relationship with Anita Ekberg comes at a high cost—not in money, but in frayed nerves due to her demanding behavior, alleged examples of which are detailed from London (caught by police having sex in a parked car) to Rio de Janeiro (abandoned her boyfriend and flew back to Sweden without a goodbye). Inside Story also expounds on Marlon Brando and Anna Kashfi, as well as Gloria de Haven and the unnamed Central American dictator’s son (Ramfis Trujillo, discussed last year) who was so struck by her beauty that he spent a fortune in time and money trying to get her into bed. Errol Flynn's supposedly inflated reputation as a lover also takes a hit, and both the horse racing industry and restaurant business provide material for insider horror stories. All in all, it’s a nice slate of articles, well worth the twenty-five cent asking price. We have twenty pages of all this for your enjoyment below, including a large scan of Diana Dors, because, well, she’s Diana Dors. 

Swedish actress Anita Ekberg was known for her bombshell body (Bob Hope once quipped that her parents received a Nobel Prize for architecture), but we think this shot showing just a shoulder and part of her face underneath a black bowler is one of the best we’ve seen of her. It dates from 1965. 

Gia Lindström, who you see here in a great image from the Spanish magazine Triunfo, is the daughter of legendary Swedish actress Ingrid Bergman. Lindström’s career in cinema was not quite as storied as her mom’s—she appeared in three films in the mid-1960s, and after a decades long hiatus punctuated by a bit role in a 1996 movie, resurfaced as a television host in 2005. Why she’s called Gia here we don’t know, because her real name and the name she acted under is Pia. Every search we do on “Gia Lindström” comes up empty, which tells us she never used the name anywhere except in this single photo. And yes, we’re sure—at least 95%—that Gia and Pia are the same person. But it wouldn’t be the first time we were wrong, so if you have better info, feel free to e-mail us. This image is from February 1966.  

We have another old calendar page today (we’ve found these to be a good source of promo imagery). This one, for the first four months of 1972, features everyone’s favorite Swedish sexploitation and pinku actress Christina Lindberg. The calendar promotes her 1971 film Exposed, aka Exponerad, and quite effectively we might add. 

Above is a Swedish promo poster for Kvinnan i fönstret , better known as The Woman in the Window, from German expressionist master Fritz Lang. Anything from the director who gave us Metropolis is must-see, however, we have to warn you that the finale to this one may come as a let-down, or more accurately a cop-out. But don’t blame Lang—blame the censors of the day, who wouldn’t let him use the ending from the source material, J. H. Wallis’s novel Once Off Guard. If judged in the forgiving frame of mind that the ending shouldn’t be held against it, The Woman in the Window can’t be considered anything but a top-notch effort. Basically, it’s worth it just to see Edward G. Robinson in the lead as a stuffy college professor who wishes for more excitement in his life. He learns the hard lesson—thanks to femme fatale Joan Bennett—that he isn’t built for adventure. So the film is a cautionary tale. It warns middle-aged men that stable lives may be boring, but hot young women lead to directly to trouble, terror and tragedy (best case scenario: after a lot of screamingly good sex). The Woman in the Window opened in Sweden today in 1947.