An, as the saying goes, "deliciously naughty" magazine that started publication in France, 1863. Something like the "Police Gazette" Charlie Chaplin was always reading? Not exactly. One of the things cementing the bond between Olaf Stoop and myself was our discovery we both owned the same Panther edition of the British 1961 Neville Spearman collection booklet by Paul Dinnage.
Don't run away with the impression that La Vie Parisienne was nothing but a sex magazine. It was a weekly, published every Saturday by illustrator-writer Emile-Marcelin-Isidore Planet under the pseudonym Marcelin, containing articles and illustrations on fashion, music, the theatre, travel, whimsicalities, events of the day, and "high society" happenings. Reminds you of the Playboy success formula, right.