I was too young to experience it, but adult movie audiences were seriously starved for shots of skin in the early '60s. ARTIST STUDIO SECRETS provides more than enough t&a to qualify as a diversion, and it has nostalgia value today.
Shot MOS, film has some silly narration, but is mainly a repository of models doffing and putting back on their clothing for over an hour, mixed in with some pleasant historical shots of Greenwich Village. The director/star portraying the "artist" hams it up for the duration, but his presence is not all that distracting from the pulchritude.
The premise is that he prefers to see women in sexy underwear rather than in the nude, and the audience is treated to both formats, with (this being 1964) the models oh-so-carefully posing and strutting to avoid full-frontal nudity. The subplot of the artist's wacky wife monitoring his shenanigans with the lovelies is more confusing than cute, as is her on & off protectionism regarding her young brother, who with two horny cohorts cavorts with the models, too.
Film is more suggestive than its nudist-camp style ancestors in the genre, as evidenced by the two lead models exchanging massages -most of the nudies of this era were "hands off" mode to avoid censorship. One of the most popular of the NY stable, Gigi Darlene, makes an uncredited appearance and steals the show with a very sexy dance.
Watching the video is painless, but the theatrical run must have induced some snoring as a plot-less, silent wonder at 69 minutes is a bit much.
Shot MOS, film has some silly narration, but is mainly a repository of models doffing and putting back on their clothing for over an hour, mixed in with some pleasant historical shots of Greenwich Village. The director/star portraying the "artist" hams it up for the duration, but his presence is not all that distracting from the pulchritude.
The premise is that he prefers to see women in sexy underwear rather than in the nude, and the audience is treated to both formats, with (this being 1964) the models oh-so-carefully posing and strutting to avoid full-frontal nudity. The subplot of the artist's wacky wife monitoring his shenanigans with the lovelies is more confusing than cute, as is her on & off protectionism regarding her young brother, who with two horny cohorts cavorts with the models, too.
Film is more suggestive than its nudist-camp style ancestors in the genre, as evidenced by the two lead models exchanging massages -most of the nudies of this era were "hands off" mode to avoid censorship. One of the most popular of the NY stable, Gigi Darlene, makes an uncredited appearance and steals the show with a very sexy dance.
Watching the video is painless, but the theatrical run must have induced some snoring as a plot-less, silent wonder at 69 minutes is a bit much.
