Archive for retro
It’s SO hard to narrow down my search results for this image odyssey. There are legions of bizarre and beloved crunchy, sugary relics to be found. Let’s start with some collages by Like Totally 80’s, where you can also find original commercials. It was all about toy, video games…and doughnuts. Lots of doughnuts. (Click images to enlarge)
Who remembers Body Buddies? I had these as a kid. I think I believed they were healthy because of the deceptive name (and those awesomely strong kids on the box). Dear World, please notify me when sugary corn puffs become healthy. Thanks.
Thank you Rachel, for showing me that Saran wrap and Bubble wrap are the fashion of the (retro) future. (Seriously ladies, would you be into a guy who confidently sauntered over to you in bubble wrap thigh highs?)
Present, former and/or punks at heart, Circulation Zero is an “experiment” that has released a huge collection of legendary old punk zines in digital format, available for download!
I was not quite born in time for what I consider the greatest era of punk (late 70’s). But I do recall running to my room to rabidly search through zines, with a pencil in hand to circle new bands to explore and take notes on new finds (wow…I was even a meticulous nerd in my musical quests as a kid). My dressers used to be covered in piles of goth, punk, industrial, hardcore and metal zines.
Production value ranged from horrendous to professional, depending on the publication, but I’m sure many of you remember the tangible satisfaction of these zines. It’s truly a lost art.
All files are ostensibly free, but donations are encouraged to keep the project going. What was your favorite zine?
I’ve always wanted to post a bunch of great pulp art here, but it’s an overwhelming thought since my pulp archives contain thousands of images. How does one even choose?
Well, another blog I follow recently posted a bunch of images (some of which I had, some not), so here are a few choice cuts!
This Technicolor photo set of Estelle Chan by photographer Miles Aldridge captivated me with its surreal vintage flare.
Everything is so sublimely artificial and constructed; a glorious Stepford Wife presentation that one can hardly help editorializing at a glance.