Jun 25
‘Come fly with us!’
Monarch Airlines Air Stewardesses (1981)
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‘Come fly with us!’
Monarch Airlines Air Stewardesses (1981)
Trans-Canada Air Lines Stewardess Uniforms circa 1965
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A Pacific Southwest Airlines Air Hostess next to a PSA Lockheed Tristar in the mid 1970's.
‘Higher!’
‘Trans Canada Airlines’ flight attendants (Winnipeg, 1949)
Air France flight attendant costumes (winter) by Nina Ricci in 1986 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Reason Why Flight Attendants Always Greet You With Their Hands Behind Their Back
Reason Why Flight Attendants Always Greet You With Their Hands Behind Their Back
If you fly regularly, you have probably noticed the strange posture of the aircrew. Indeed, they always keep their Hands crossed behind their back while greeting passengers. But what air hostesses and stewards do not tell you is that there is a good reason for that. Check out the video above to see for yourself! Whether you are an experienced traveler or just an attentive person, you know that…
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They should weigh no more than eight stone, be younger than 26, and display "the bloom that goes with perfect health", said a New York Times article in 1936. But times have changed and now air hostesses are being freed from rigid beauty standards, as high heels, compulsory skirts,...
Happiness Girls
Happiness girls are standing on the tarmac of a red plane- bare teeth, pulsing. Their breasts are proud like upper class- their leggings plump boast like hope.
In the dream of a dream of the edgy runway lights. The turn from here is a stroll. A norm-bound, debt-bound a port that devours. Despises a man who’s drunk one too many on the flight. Cheap and on the red eye. Now leering.
There.
From the nose to the tail of the plane, as fleet as fluttering flames. Ebullient nymphs. Women who know no bitterness. A sea of plain and contrite men who’ve lusted but not made a claim- burlesque!
The girls’re giggling and raising my hope.
To stop now, to stray from the path. To forsake the edicts of monogamous love. Or be by the book. To live on without a hope of a lay with happiness girls, is good perhaps.
But, heavens, I am so sad.