This is a love letter to my favorite women's magazine illustrators of the 50's and 60's. Guys like my Ward Brackett and, my personal favorite, Coby Whitmore.
I put the text in there because frankly, I thought it was delightful. And it reminds me of the oh-so-provocative illustrations that accompany the fiction in those old magazines. It was also really fun to imagine what it would look like if the viewer was a secret agent space pilot in a casual, unglorified science fiction world, and he was waiting outside his superior's offices' communicating door/airlock chamber, flirting with his secretary, Miss Tessy Petalwood. She knows he's in for it, of course.
Hell, this is a love letter to everything I like.
I put the text in there because frankly, I thought it was delightful. And it reminds me of the oh-so-provocative illustrations that accompany the fiction in those old magazines. It was also really fun to imagine what it would look like if the viewer was a secret agent space pilot in a casual, unglorified science fiction world, and he was waiting outside his superior's offices' communicating door/airlock chamber, flirting with his secretary, Miss Tessy Petalwood. She knows he's in for it, of course.
Hell, this is a love letter to everything I like.
