Catalogs #35: House of Kesman 1973

The 1973 House of Kesman Catalog is more or less a Frederick's of Hollywood style catalog.  There's no nudity, just 70s finery at its zenith.

Please note that this is more or less a repost of Catalogs #27; however, that post was killed by Rapidshare. You just can't keep a sexy catalog like Kesman down for long. It's back and better than before.

I've posted crops/close ups from this glorious catalog first.  Full page scans are thumbnail size for your clicking pleasure at the bottom.

The girl in blue seems up to something.  She's not to be trusted.

This cat is getting a nice view.

If you hate wood paneling raise your hand.

Kesman isn't just about slinky eveningwear, it also has classy respectable attire..... okay, it's 99.99% slinky stuff and 0.01% respectable attire if you want to get technical.  

These women both remind me of celebrities.  The chick on the left looks like a seventies version of Giada De Laurentis. I can't quite put my finger on the lady on the right.... maybe a young Olympia Dukakis? How about Victoria Wyndham? Help me out here, folks.  


  1. The "Slave" (wha?) kinda looks like ISIS from the Saturday morning live action show.

  2. This is awesome--women in catalogues looked like real women in those days. They weren't too perfect. Nowadays with digital editing, people are held up to impossible standards.

  3. Without a doubt, a lot of that attire is sexy but most of it is just stone unattractive.

  4. It's neat how this company just got the employees and wives to pose because they were cheap.

  5. Not a fake set of boobs, nose job, or even brace straightened teeth to be found. Oddly sexy that.

  6. I once worked for a jewelry catalogue company that used real women (its own employees) to model the products. Real obesity., real tweaker tats, real dental problems, etc. "Real" is a nice ideal...

  7. The very first photo captures the exact moment the lady realizes that she's in the midst of the worst job of her entire life. "Wow... someday my grandkids are going to ask me why I posed next to Englebert Humperdink in matching outfits made from the living room drapes, and I'm not going to have any damn good answer."