Carel Rowe and Ferd Eggan were amateur filmmakers looking to film their wedding night and sell it to repay some debts.

Pursuit is everything. The struggle is everything. The achievement is hardly ever satisfying.

What struck me about the cards wasn’t their flagrant objectification of women; sadly, that’s not very striking. Rather, it was their cuteness.

There are more photographs of Marilyn Monroe reading than there are of her naked. Almost always, these images are captioned with a kind of perky can-you-believe-it paternalism. “Those books aren’t just for show!” “Despite her reputation as a blonde…”