We had planned to share more Dutch pulp today, but we can’t manage the work after last night, an eventful foray into the Amsterdam social scene that included getting tossed from a bar called Royalty. And we don’t mean tossed like politely asked to leave. We mean tossed like bouncers putting us in arm locks and bum rushing us out the door. So we won’t be going back there.
Anyway, here’s our backup post, an August 1969 issue of The National Police Gazette, with Nancy Sinatra rocking the retro bod and granny panties. Notice her missing navel—in 1969 exposed navels were still considered risqué, which is why they had only just begun to appear in movies, weren’t shown on respectable magazine covers, and were entirely banned from television.
At first we thought it was possible Nancy’s naughty little button was tucked inside her bottoms, but then we began to suspect it had been airbrushed away. Finally, we decided she’s an alien with no navel at all. Which also would explain the wink—that’s what aliens do when they’re about to probe you. But then we found two more photos from the same session, which are proof positive the airbrushing theory is correct, and that she isn’t an alien. A shame, really. After last night, we could use a good probing.
