Private detectives have been the in our fictions for ages. They have been the pivotal characters of riveting thrillers, hypnotised billions over decades, been the rachis behind the name, fame, survival of many national and international authors. The whodunits have made their way to celluloids, giving the viewers a grip of fictional suspense. In addition to bewitching the readers and viewers to a world of fantasy, it has generated a livelihood, to a crowd and continue to do so, who would have been defunct otherwise. As we have moved into 21st century, time has come to re-assess their fictitious incredible role in criminal investigation.
In 1833, Eugène François Vidocq, a French soldier, criminal, and crewman, founded the first known private detective agency ‘Le Bureau des Renseignements Universels pour le commerce et l’Industrie’ (The Office of Universal Information for Commerce and Industry) and hired ex-convicts. Official law enforcement tried…
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You can blame my other half and her fascination with vintage fashions for this one. It’s not pseudohistory by any means, but it’s something that screams “myth”! In fact, I’d love to see Adam and Jamie of Discovery Channel’s “Mythbusters” do some exhaustive testing. No, wait! Argh, where’s my Mind-Bleach(tm)?
Anyway, on with the entry. Said Other Half had been perusing the website of popular US cosmetics company Besame, and spotted this strange little factoid;
They may seem smaller, but they are recreations of a 1940s 55mm. bullet lipstick, crafted this way to fit in most bags of the period. Also, it is believed that the same molds were used during the war to make bullet casings.
Marketing hype, uncritically repeated myth, or historical fact? My interest was piqued enough to try and find out. The big question here is “what are they talking about”? Do they really…
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