Carole Augustine Bio
Carole Augustine was a British nude model and actress. She was born on June 15, 1953, in London, United Kingdom. She has also been worked professionally as Carol Augustine.
Carole Augustine was crowned Penthouse Pet of the Month in February 1972, stepping into the spotlight at just 18. Her 36-24-36 figure, brown eyes and black hair gave the Pet pictorial a look rooted in Penthouse's early years (1969-1979) style.
She arrived like a flirtatious footnote in an era that adored bravado: Carole Augustine moved through the early 1970s men’s magazine boom with the sort of mystique editors loved and photographers quietly fought over. There was a delicious tension about her—part invitation, part enigma—that made a glossy spread read like a private telegram. In rooms full of flashbulbs and laughter she registered not as a commodity but as a presence you felt before you focused.
On camera she practiced an effortless kind of seduction that never felt staged. Warm and slightly mysterious, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that translated into an intimacy on film and in stills alike. Colleagues described her as disarmingly approachable; she understood the theater of modeling—the teasing glance, the perfectly timed smile, the implication that the viewer had stumbled into a moment meant only for them. That control of mood and atmosphere was her language, and she spoke it fluently.
Her career threaded neatly through the decade’s playful, risqué pulse. Augustine moved between formats with a natural ease, stepping from cover shoots into cinema: her appearance in the cheeky British comedy Confessions of a Window Cleaner (1974) planted her firmly within the era’s daring on-screen flirtations. Magazine editors placed her on notable covers during the golden age of adult publishing—Penthouse in February 1972, Men Only in August 1973, and the American edition of Oui in April 1975—each image reinforcing the balance she struck between classic glamour and the brazen spirit of her moment.
There was glamour in her glow and a shadow that followed it; Carole Augustine’s life ended tragically from a combination of sleeping pills and slimming tablets, closing a chapter that had burned bright and brief. Yet the photographs remain: snapshots of a time when glamour could be playful, a little dangerous, and possessed of timeless bombshell energy—precisely the kind of presence that still pulls the eye and won’t let go.
