While watching Party Girl tonight--in a theater, by the way, though unfortunately with a mono print--I found myself highly impressed by the amount of vulvage displayed by Cyd Charisse in her two dance numbers. I assume that in 1958 her narrow-crotched outfits would have been considered at least somewhat shocking; in fact, such outfits might even be considered slightly shocking today if they were to be worn in a film by a star of her stature.
The only thing that bothered me about her outfits was my unavoidable awareness that she must have had to do some serious side-trimming in order to wear them, so that when naked she would have had that horrible late-20th-/early-21st-century "landing strip" look, rather than looking like a properly-muffed 1950s woman. If I had been her husband at the time of the shooting, I think I would have refused to have relations with her until she was grown out again. I'm old-school when it comes to pubic hair.