This weekend, while shopping for discounted calendars, I happened upon a daily desk calendar, festooned diurnally with pinup-girl paintings from the 1950s.
I had forgotten all about good old Art Frahm, who seems to have used his art as a vehicle for giving expression to his peculiar fetish. No mere gartered stockings or leather bustiers for Mr. Frahm; in his fantasy world, women's panties simply fell down around their ankles at the most inopportune times. Furthermore, as "Art Frahm: a study of the effects of celery on loose elastic" demonstrates, Apium graveolens was frequently — but not always — an integral part of this scenario.
But as weird as it may have been, it was also pretty clever; in a genre full of very similar paintings, his little quirk makes his works instantly recognizable.