...a young guy saw the Pall Mall ads from 1962? You know the ones...the languid open mouths beckoning, the rich white smoke rolling out.
Look at this one of Wilhelmina, the model. She chain smoked. Dead at forty from smoking. Really, what did she think she was really doing when she opened her mouth and showed us her smoke? Were we to just sit idly by while she tempted us? What were we to do? Walk away...?
No. We lit up with them. We looked at them. They stared at us in their innocent gingham dresses, the inhales revealing the white ball of shimmering smoke...did we really think...
...we could escape?
Would we not fall into her clutches forever?
Or would we give her the light she was so desperate for? Look at their eyes, their lungs filled with the white smoke, so innocent. Like the VS models...innocent, and yet corrupting their own sweet lungs with a 120?
Or a Kent 100? Or a Salem 100? Doesn't matter.
"People ask me if I really enjoy smoking."
"I really enjoy smoking, do you?"
Incredible. Some people smoke and don't enjoy it."
Their green eyes beg for you to smoke with them.
Forever, darling. I am addicted to your face, your smoke, your addiction itself.