Amorous

Anonymous French Photographer
Amorous Man
ca. 1925
hand-colored gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Anonymous French Photographer
Amorous Woman
ca. 1925
hand-colored gelatin silver print
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Anonymous German Photographer
Amorous Couple
ca. 1930
hand-colored photoprint (postcard)
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Anonymous Italian Printmaker
Gli Amori di Greta Garbo
1930
lithograph (poster advertising book)
Archives of American Art, Washington DC

Christopher Wood
Lovers
before 1930
drawing
British Museum

George Hurrell
Joan Crawford and Clark Gable
1936
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Clarence Sinclair Bull
Jean Harlow and Clark Gable
1937
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Luigi Martinati
Hedy Lamarr and Paul Henreid - I Cospiratori
ca. 1940
lithograph (poster)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Douglas Gorsline
Invitation to Lindy Hop
1941
engraving
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Anonymous Printmaker
Sailor Beware!  Loose Talk Can Cost Lives
1942
lithograph (poster)
National Museum of American History,
Washington DC

Thomas Hart Benton
Poker Night
(scene from A Streetcar Named Desire on Broadway)
1948
tempera and oil on linen, mounted on panel
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Douglas Kirkland
Marilyn Monroe
1961
pigment print
National Museum of American History, Washington DC

Dennis Wheeler
Sex Explosion
1969
dye transfer print
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington D

Gustave Klumpp
Wedding Dream in Nudist Colony
1971
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Braldt Bralds
Charles and Diana
1981
oil on canvas
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Duane Michals
The Bewitched Bee
1986
gelatin silver print
Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

Neteheard

Eunica skorned me, when her I would have sweetly kist,

And railing at me said, goe with a mischiefe where thou list.

Thinkst thou a wretched Neteheard mee to kisse? I have no will

After the Countrie Guise to smouch, of Cittie lips I skill.

My lovely mouth, so much as in thy dreame thou shalt not touch,

How dost thou look? How does thou talke? How plaiest thou the slouch?

How daintilie thou speakst? What courting words thou bringest out?

Howe soft a beard thou hast? how faire thy locks hang round about?

Thy lips are like a sickmans lips, thy hands, so black they be,

And rankely thou dost smel, awaie, least thou defilest me. 

    Having thus said, shee spatterd on her bosome twise or thrise,

And still beholding me from top to toe, in skorneful wise,

She mutterd with her lips, and with her eies she lookte aside,

And of her beutie wondrous coy she was, her mouth she wride,

And proudly mockt me to my face. My blud boild in each vaine,

And red I woxe for griefe, as doth the rose with dewye raine.

Thus leaving me, awaie she flung; since when, it vexeth me,

That I should be so skorncde, of such a filthie drab as she. 

    Ye Shepeheards, tel me true, am not I fair as any swan?

Hath of a sodaine anie God, made me another man?

For well I wote before, a cumlie grace in me did shine,

Like Ivy round about a tree, and dekt this bearde of mine.

My crisped lockes, like Parslie on my temples wont to spred,

And on my eiebrows black, a milke white forhed glistered.

More seemelie were mine eies, than are Minerva's eies I know,

My mouth for sweetnes passed cheese, and from my mouth did flow

A voice more sweete than hunniecombes. Sweet is my rundelaie,

When on the whistle, flute, or pipe, or cornet I do plaie.

And all the weemen on our hills doe saie that I am faire,

And all do love me well. But these that breath the citty aire

Did never love me yet. And why? The cause is this I know,

That I a Neteheard am. They heare not, how in vales below

Faire Bacchus kept a heard of beastes; nor can these nice ones tell,

How Venus raving for a Neteheards love, with him did dwell

Upon the hills of Phrygia, and how she lovde againe

Adonis in the woods, and mournde in woods, when hee was slaine.

What was Endymion? Was he not a Netehearde? Yet the Moone

Did love this Neteheard so, that from the heavens descending soone,

She came to Latmos grove, where with the daintie lad she laie.

And Rhea, thou a Neteheard dost bewaile, and thou al daie

O mighty Jupiter, but for a shepeheardes boie didst straie.

Eunica only dained not, a Neteheard for to love,

Better forsooth then Cybel, Venus, or the moone above.

And Venus, thou hereafter must not love thy fair Adone

In cittie, nor on hill, but al the night must sleepe alone.

– Theocritus (early 3rd century BC), translated by Anonymous (1588)