There are three things about Hugh Hefner that endear him to me
1- he didn't lose his virginity until he was 22 years old
2- he bought a grave plot next to Marilyn Monroe
3- he wanted his photographers to shoot on real film (8x10 chrome film)
That's why the women look like goddesses. Film.
I doubt now that any girl would turn down the opportunity to be immortalized by the great shooters he hired.
But the man himself, the guy who got his dick slicked by some of the hottest women on Earth (and history) is finally gone at 91.
Playboy magazine was instrumental in me learning both the female body AND photography. They were lit extremely well, in a Hollywood glamour type rag. If you wanted bush you had to go to Hustler or Penthouse. Playboy was a lifestyle. And laugh as we may, he got some badass writers to do some great stories. Hunter S. Thompson, Shel Silverstein, Gore Vidal and so forth. The magazine AND the man were iconic. Not only because it was about nekkid broads. It was about...American freedom. The freedom of sexy women blasting their snatch for our joy. How most teenage boys dug through their Dad's secret stash. Or found them in a field buried by some hobo. It was all a joy to see nekkid women. And the centerfolds had us believe they wrote to us. Their likes, and dislikes made us believe we could be on this nekkid chick's want list. Corny as it may seem, it cut to the core of our libido. Forever grateful to him for that.
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