Hot Speed

Came across a book about ol' Abe Lincoln today called Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln. Guess what? His BFF Joshua Fry Speed...is...well...see for yourself...

Yup. Historical hot guy.

Dreamy eyes...and a bottom lip I'd sell my soul for...

There are rumors that he and the Prez were more than friends...ahem. But...definitive proof has yet to be uncovered. (Well, duh.)

Ivan the Hot

Portrait of Ivan Bilibin (1901) by Boris Kustodiev

Ivan Bilibin (1876-1942) was a "draughtsman, book illustrator, [and] leading representative of Russian artistic culture." Yeah, yeah and he's got killer eyes. And his hair is freaking awesome.

Tragically, Ivan died in Siege of Leningrad...basically the Germans cut the city off for 972 days making it "one of the longest and most destructive sieges in history." Apparently, "In January–February 1942 about 700–10,000 citizens died every day, most of them from hunger." AND "Reports of cannibalism appeared in the winter of 1941-1942, after all birds, rats and pets were eaten by survivors. Hungry gangs attacked and ate defenseless people. Leningrad police even formed a special unit to combat cannibalism." Whoa.

But let's celebrate his life, shall we? He was incredibly talented. His initial inspirations came from Russian folk and fairytales. He illustrated a bunch of books...

I kinda want that skull light 'em up thing. For when I walk alone in the woods. With my hair in a braid. In Russia.

Darling Nikki.

I've always had a thing for Nicholas II.



He's dreamy, yes. Powerful, sure. Rich? Check. Impressive moustache? Boy howdy. But also, from all historical accounts, he adored his children and was very much in love with his wife, Alexandra. And in those days...that's pretty cool what with all the political marriages and such. There are a lot of love letters that have survived...he called her "Sunny."

9 March 1916

MY BELOVED SUNNY,
I thank you most warmly for your dear letters, and for the love which enriches every one of your lines! I rejoice in them, drinking in each word of the letter, breathing its perfume, and pressing to my lips the paper which has been touched by your hands. [snip]
Well, I think it is time for me to finish my letter. God guard you, my darling Wify, and our children! I kiss and embrace you all tenderly.
Your old hubby
NICKY.

"Your old hubby." Heh. You can't beat that. What a sweetie-pie.

El Che

Che Guevara.



I had no idea he was so hot in his younger years...and sans jaunty beret and stern look...we've all seen that iconic image.

But ya know...warm eyes. Nice smile. Great hair. Ahh, El Che. He's lookin' a little like El Clooney if you ask me...

And what's not hot about being a revolutionary?

Meet Joe Black [Ink]

Hermann Rorschach. You know him. Or at least you know his work:

The ink blot test. This is one of his original blots. It's actually card #1 in the series of 10. It pretty much looks like a pelvis to me. Fallopian tubes. Ovaries. Vagina. What does this say about me? I don't know but the popular responses are "bat," "butterfly" or "moth." Anyway...

Check it:

Brad Pitt-esque, don't you think? Look at that hair! Sexy. He's kinda got a rugged thing going on. I bet his fingers were all ink stained too. Wait. Is that hot or gross?

He was only 37 when he died. Burst appendix.

Hot Davy.

Noooo...it's not Davy Jones.

Although I love a man in a neckerchief...

Stumbled on this painting of Davy Crockett:

Everybody knows Davy Crockett. American Folk Hero. Politician. Died at The Alamo. And he's pretty cute. I like brunettes. And I like 'chops. The nose could be questionable at certain angles but I could live with it. I can overlook a lot for someone who can kill a grizzly with his bare hands.