1940s, 1970s, Culture, History, Nostalgia, Photography, Pics, Vintage

How Low Can You Go?

relaxing on beach towels

sitting in itchy grass

low to the asphalt

I can be certain that the last picture was taken in Austin, as evidenced by the highway signs. Looks to be the dirty, gritty 70s.

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1970s, Culture, Fashion, Fun, Funny, History, Humor, Nostalgia, Photography, Pics, Style, Vintage

Independence Dames

This image is another score from the Antiques Mall last weekend. All it said was “Galveston,” so that doesn’t give me much information. The clothes looks 70s, so I’ll hazard a guess of 1974, based on the eyeglasses. Of course, one can’t fully enjoy all 22 ladies unless you can zoom in.

Right off, I can see that three ladies have their eye closed, and the one at the table seems to be silently saying, “This, too, shall pass.” The three right rear clearly purchased their specs at Lens Crafters on discount (and probably busk doing Andrews Sisters covers at dusk).

And how about the shade the left rear is throwing to her friends? Like Barney Fife, she wants to nip it in the bud. The lady with flowers on her collarbone looks like the Virgin Mary, resigned to sadness. Not my will, but Yours be done. And how about Peach Suit, warmly putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder? I think she’s gauging the pin curls of her perm. Come to think of it, if it WERE the 4th of July, wouldn’t they all be wearing red, white, and blue?

1970s, Culture, History, Nostalgia, Photography, Pics, Vintage

She’s My Pride And Joy

Jack Corn, October 1974

Mr. Barry Howard of Cumberland, Kentucky may be smiling as his hand pats the hood of a new truck, but his wife’s pursed lips reveal more to the story. The truck was bought with funds received from his black lung payments, compensating for the shortness of breath caused by coal dust particles in his lungs.

1970s, Culture, Fun, Funny, History, Humor, Nostalgia, Photography, Pics, Vintage

How To Party Like It’s 1970

Once you’ve worked up a sweat, go grab yourself a glass of cold refreshments from an ancient chaperone.

1970 Blackcat

Dance to the groovy tunes of a guy wearing a headband.

And if possible, be crowned something that proves you’re better than everyone else.

See the envy in their eyes as you rock that crown. Dang, it feels good to be a gangster.