Paul Outerbridge was the original technicolor perv. I had so much fun looking over the soft depression-era flesh at The Getty when I was in LA last July.
In this modern era it's so nice to find something that is bizarrely erotic but totally naive and fresh at the same time. Rubber swim caps. Pubic Hair. Cellulite. Average sized tits. Band leader jackets. Spiked gardening gloves. It's kind of romantic to think back on a time when fetishes and female archetypes weren't the sole provenance of ye olde internet.
Boys had to catch dirty glimpses of girlies at the swimming pool, sweating at the tennis courts, practicing for drill team after school. People had to work for everything back then. Those sorts of experiences are the way fetishes should be born. Fetishes these days are boring in comparison to that Robert Crumb sort of horny longing because they're so incredibly easy to get at.