A name synonymous with the art of the pin-up, and with good reason. I adore his work, as you may recognise by the pretty header above.
Allow me tell you a little about him: Alberto Vargas was born in Peru, the son of a renowned photographer. He spent many of his formative years in Europe, where he honed his painting skills, all the time entranced by the beauty of women. He then moved to America where, very quickly, he was commisioned to paint the glorious women of the Ziegfeld Follies. From there his career took off, but not without struggle. Wartime was a good time for Vargas.
I have a lot of respect for the Alberto Vargas. His work indicates a deep respect for the beauty of the female form.
On to the art:
I admit I know virtually nothing about his individual pieces, but it matters not. He learnt the art of airbrushing from his photographer father, and it served him well.
I’m sensing a pattern here. Always one breast exposed. A considered and apparent carelessness on the part of the model… but of course, not. Does this evoke mystery? It seems so. I love the feminity in the way he drapes fabric…
One breast, yet again. I love that hat. I would also love to have her arse… haha.
Gosh, surely this is going to see me blackballed again. Then again, I say that with every post nowadays.
I may have more Vargas in future.