To read the past 136 Miniskirt Monday posts, you'd think the miniskirt was invented in the late sixties. Granted, Retrospace is mainly about the 70s, so perhaps I can be forgiven for not covering pre-1960s minis.
As we all know, the miniskirt didn't magically appear on Carnaby Street in 1965. If you want to be technical about it, you could take it back to the Greek, Egyptian and even Neolithic periods. In the twentieth century it experienced some popularity among the Flappers, and was pretty common in the female dominated service arena (i.e. cigarette girls, hat check girls, waitresses, etc.) The Depression and Dust Bowl were unkind to the mini, but you can't keep it down for long, and the female leg started showing itself once more.
So, let's have a brief look at some ancestors of the mini. It is time we paid them their due. Enjoy.
At the end of the year I like to take stock of where Retrospace is at and where I'd like it to go over the next year. Overall, I'm pretty happy with how things are going. Although, I've recently suffered a few setbacks: both my record player and scanner broke. I've got stacks of records that demand ripping and piles of magazines that demand scanning, but all will have to wait till I get things fixed.
That is perhaps my biggest goal for '13 - to get to scanning. You would be surprised to know the amount of catalogs, TV Guides, magazines, and other ephemera that is just rife for the scanning. It pains me that I have a stack of National Lampoons and Sears Catalogs that have yet to lie face down on a scanner - a tragedy of epic scale. And don't get me started on the records that are waiting in the queue - a goldmine of vinyl begging to be released to the masses. 2013 will be their year, I feel confident.
- Ed McMahon - Beautiful Girl
- Gary Wright - Fascinating Things
- Bernard Cribbins - Right Said Fred
- Geoff Love and His Orchestra - Barbarella
- Keith Moon radio spot
- The Jackson Five - Got To Be There
- Sebastion Cabot - It Ain't Me Babe
- Harry Nilsson - Down
- Hart to Hart theme
- Tim Curry - I Do the Rock
- Bel Aires - Mr. Moto
- Carl Douglas - Witchfinder General
- The Five Blobs - The Blob
- Albert Hammond - I'm a Train
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This is one download you will not regret, folks. With over 30 pages of vivid seventies fashion at its most gaudy. Make no mistake, I would get on my knees and thank the Lord above if these styles came back - I love it. That being said, the widespread drug usage that went along with the seventies helped make these styles a lot more palatable.
The 1973 House of Kesman Catalog is more or less a Frederick's of Hollywood/ Victoria's Secret style catalog with an emphasis on sexy styles for the ladies. There's no nudity, just 70s finery at its zenith. Here's a few more crops before you download. And You're Welcome.
If Retrospace was a business, I would not be posting entire issues of vintage fotonovelas. This would probably be a good thing to 99 percent of you - which is precisely my point. The business model for Retrospace is as follows: I post things I like.
Thankfully, there's a broad enough readership out there that I'm not completely talking to myself. A few hundred of you will download these rags, and that's good enough for me. In a perfect world, all of you will appreciate the splendor and magic of the fotonovela; but, alas, until then this post goes out to the enlightened few.
As usual, I've posted images of the cover and an inside panel or two. Click the link to download the CBR file. There are tons of free CBR readers out there, and it is by far the best way to read comics on your computer screen. Personally, I use CDisplayEx; but there's plenty others that are just as good if not better.
In each question, you will be presented with a photograph and a corresponding question. All questions will relate to the presence or absence of pancakes within the image, requiring an attention to detail and deductive reasoning based upon sometimes subtle clues. Are you ready? Let's begin.
When I see some of these godawful vinyl atrocities, I can't help but pause and reflect: How is that no one, from the beginning of the process to the printing of the sleeve, stepped in and said, "Wait a minute, guys. I think we're making a huge mistake."
Of course, the worse they are, the more I love them. It's an affliction I have. I can't love the horrid Magical Mystery Tour cover because the Beatles knew better. But I can love the Johnny Zamot as Incredible Hulk cover. Sure, the Hulk never wore a goatee, but that's part of its charm.
Labels: album covers
Back once again to taint the wholesome purity of Christmas. Retrospace is nothing if not consistent in its dedication to tackiness. Many of these images are ghosts of Christmas Past (i.e. repeats from older posts); but they deserve "regifting". Enjoy.
Listen, my house looks like a Norman Rockwell Christmas in every way. I live in a big old house that's all decorated for the holidays, I've got children who are still young enough to appreciate the magic of the season, and I even have a brand new puppy scampering around.
Indeed, it's so perfect I need an outlet for my jaded cynical self. Christmas is for the inner child, Retrospace is for the outer man. Time to put away those visions of sugarplums and get to the cigarette ads and lecherous Santas.
A retelling of It's a Wonderful Life (by the same writer in fact). Blasphemy to some, but really not as bad as you might imagine. Features Christopher Guest and C. Thomas Howell in his first role.
Here's a few more Christmas specials you may or may not recall..
Modern Man: The Adult Picture Magazine predated Playboy by a couple years and lasted for several decades before going out of business. It had some pretty big name models and professional looking photography as well. If focused on sports cars, guns, and other manly pursuits without every trying to look erudite as Playboy was often guilty of. It always had the best (i.e. tawdry and outlandish) headlines as well.
It new what it was - a men's magazine, and never tried to masquerade as anything more. Playboy and Mayfair would have articles by William S. Burroughs and William F. Buckley in an effort to make you forget you were reading a magazine with pictures of naked women. You could actually kid yourself into thinking you bought the magazines for the articles.... not so with Modern Man. It was a macho manly man's mag.
Here is a loving tribute to its now defunct manly awesomeness: a bunch of Modern Man covers. Plus, you can even download an entire issue on the house (June 1967 - NSFW). Enjoy.
Ready for another round of 1970s motor homes? That was a rhetorical question, because how could you not be? This is the essence of the 70s on wheels; from the wood paneling to the drapes. For 70s enthusiasts, it simply doesn't get much better than this.
As I mentioned in the previous posts, these come from various brochures. I've removed the boring stuff, and left you with the purified 70s gold. There is simply no way you can repay me for this gift I give to you. Consider this my service to society. Enjoy.
I've had several Christmas miniskirt posts already (Mini Skirt Monday has been around for a few years). So, I'll try not to rehash them. The only thing worse than recycled presents are recycled pictures.
Last Christmas, we had Santa and miniskirts where we learned that Old Saint Nick is a leg man. This year, it's just general Christmas photos + minis. Enjoy.
With a retro blog like this, it should come as no surprise that we're breaching the TV theme song subject again. For whatever reason, TV themes are the big pop culture nugget that unifies all Gen Xers. Put a bunch of warring, hating, fighting forty-somethings in a room and have them listen to the Love Boat theme, and they'll be singing along and holding hands in less than a minute. So, consider this mix tape a token of peace from Retrospace. Download, Listen, and Love One Another.
A friend recently told me that he reads my posts every day, but when he sees there's a Needlework A-Go Go post he takes a rain check. I'm sure there's a set of you readers who feel the same way.
I say, diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks. After all, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
This in essence is how Retrospace has managed to last so long. One day it's needlework, the next it's comic books, the next it's album covers, etc. The variety has kept my capricious nature in check.
So, bottom line is this: if hot babes in vintage clothing ain't your bag, I'll see you on the next post. But there's still plenty who lap them up. You'd think that people would have had enough of silly needlework posts. But I look around me and I see it isn't so. I just wanna fill the world with silly needlework posts.
And what's wrong with that? I'd like to know, cause here I go again.
I know this is going to sound harsh to those of you who revere comic books from yesteryear.... but, crap on a cracker, some of these superheroes were beyond awful. I mean, who sat down to think of the newest superhero and came up with "Bouncing Boy"? (see above) And I'm so glad the Legion of Super Heroes have placards..... I would have never guessed Lightning Lad's super power was lightning. And I'm glad they clarified Sun Boy's power as "Super Radiance" - that really clears that up for me.
And if you don't have the stomach for sentences that begin with conjunctions or snarky comments, you may want to move on to a different post. This one isn't for you.
What better place to look for big heaping mounds of hair than in these old girly magazines. The 1960s were all about the bouffant, and the skin mags were not about to show you about of drab girls with limp hair. Quite the contrary - whether wig or real - big was in, and it is a beauty to behold.
It's been a couple years since part one; so, here's the link. Perhaps nothing is more intrinsically "seventies" than those wonderful Winnebagos; so, I think it's high time we revisit this topic. What could be better than a 1970s motor home decked out in avocado and canyon gold finery. These vehicles were all the things people love or hate about the tastes and pallet of the seventies tied up into one neat package on wheels.
I've taken pictures from gobs of brochures and posted them for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
There's been a bunch of great science-fiction or space themed songs over the years: "Rocket Man", "Space Oddity" "Iron Man", "Mr. Roboto", and my favorite "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft" by The Carpenters (originally Klaatu).
But this is an album cover post; so, we're looking at some fantastic (and some not-so-fantastic) album art with a space or sci-fi vibe. Enjoy.
The unbreakable rule for decades was that women couldn't wear white after Labor Day. That's largely a thing of the past, and I'm proudly announcing we're breaking it right here on Retrospace. It's white shoes and sandals aplenty in this post and I don't give a damn what my grandmother says.
Back in February 2011, I posted a bunch of Easyrider magazine covers. Well, there's plenty of other biker rags out there that deserve attention.... my apologies for making you wait nearly two years. Better late than never, right?
Before you begin, I'll ask that you pay close attention to the headlines on these magazines. They are classic!
This cool Jack Davis illustrated ad got me thinking - how about a music ad post? Even better - how about a music ad post where you can listen to the songs promoted in the ads? After thoroughly congratulating myself on the idea, I put it together. And here it is
- Gather in the Mushrooms - Benny Hill
- Be Black - Grady Tate
- Morning will Come - Spirit
- The Laughing Gnome - David Bowie
- Jack and Jill - Ray Parker Jr.
- Animal House clip
- Black is Black- Black Dynamite OST
- The Ballad of Batman - Campers
- Fiberglass Jungle - Crossfires
- Monty Python Spam clip
- We Don't Talk Anymore - Hammond All Stars (abridged)
- Like A Virgin - Big Daddy (abridged)
- Crocket's Theme - Jan Hammer, Miami Vice OST (abridged)
- Candida - Tony Orlando and Dawn
- Take Three Girls theme - Pentangle
- Wandrin Star- Lee Marvin
- Stay - Oingo Boingo
- Dance the Kung Fu - Carl Douglas
- Star Trek theme - Van McCoy
- Are You Being Served, Sir? - John Inman
- Lucky Man (coda only) - Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Westerners certainly don't have a monopoly on cheesecake. The practice of covering vinyl discs with pictures of pretty women knows no borders - it's a global tradition.
I don't think it's a stretch to say Far East vinyl beats Western album art in terms of sheer volume of cheesecake. Plus, Oriental album art could get pretty darn risque as you'll soon see. A few even warrant the dreaded acronym - NSFW. Proceed with caution.
I know pretty much everything appearing in an advertisement is choreographed. So, I'm not fool enough to believe we somehow caught this guy in the act of taking a peek. The advertisers design them this way so that you, the viewer, will follow their gaze....
Not sure why, but I have very vivid memories of the infamous Sansabelt. No suspenders or belt required - this thin band of elastic was all you needed. A quick look at Wikipedia and you'll find that the company went belly up (no pun intended) in 2009, and I was reminded of how Roy Biggins on Wings was apt to wear Sansabelt. Funny how something so cool can become so universally ridiculed.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking Retrospace is nice and all, but it just doesn't have enough Swedish paperback posts. Well, worry no longer. Quicker than you can say "ABBA" or "IKEA", I'm dishing up a smorgasbord of mystery/action/espionage covers to satisfy even the biggest Swedophiles among you. Njuta!
"She was the kind of broad who could turn you on with just a wink. And she winked a lot. She had on a tight cocktail dress that plunged deeper than an Acapulco cliff diver, but with less responsibility, and gams that started some way above her head and finished three stories below."Ah, yes. once upon a time it was the stems that stoked the fire of the American Male. Back before things got all hardcore and X-rated, gams ruled the day. By the 1970s, Deep Throat was playing in every major city and skin magazines left nothing to the imagination. The Sexual Revolution ushered in the miniskirt which was a boon for the gams parade.... but the films and print media of the time left gams in the dust in favor of more (ahem) intimate regions of the female anatomy.
Well, the male brain hasn't significantly changed in the last 100,000 plus years, so I'm confident the "leg men" are still around. With a Miniskirt Monday gracing the front page of Retrospace each week, you may be inclined to think this site is becoming some bastion for the female leg. Well, there are certainly worse things to be called.
Labels: vintage gams
Back before having a computer in the home was a given... before it became an inalienable right, computer and software companies had to sell the idea.
It's a luxury modern day companies don't have to worry about. Sure, they have to lure families into buying newer and better models and updated software - but the hard sell of having to get families to cough up big bucks on something that was still largely a 'question mark' is over.
'It is the Playboy of the British magazine world. It is not a "girlie" magazine"Mayfair was a British magazine started up in August 1966. Despite what Mr. Maxwell said, as with most men's magazines, it gradually phased out all of the men's interests content (i.e. sports cars, fashion and cool short stories by the likes of William Burroughs) except one - skin. This change was most pronounced in Playboy which had to compete with Penthouse and Hustler, but it was also evident in less iconic adult rags like Cavalier.
- Robert Maxwell, chairman of British Printing and Communications Corporation in The Financial Times
Graham Masterton, an editor of Mayfair in the early days, went on to write a ton of horror novels including The Manitou. He also became editor of Penthouse and wrote a bestselling how-to sex book: How to Drive Your Man Wild in Bed (1981). An interesting note: Masterton's father invented DayGlo.
If this sort of thing floats your boat, I've got 141 pages of Brooks Brothers catalogs available for your downloading pleasure. Personally, I prefer real models versus illustrations - but that's just me. Either way, it's an interesting trip down preppy lane.
Contains the Following Brooks Brothers Catalogs:
Labels: Vintage Catalogs
What's not to love about those old teen romance comic books. They're full of pathos and long forgotten social mores inherent in a girl's life during the sixties. The life of female was predicated on bagging her a good man; to lose him rendered life meaningless.
So, here's a story from Girls Love Stories from the March 1961 issue. If you'd like to read the story in its entirety, it's available at the end of the post. Enjoy.
This week's theme is pretty self-explanatory. Miniskirts and bikes: the kind with pedals and the kind with motors.
If you have a recommendation for a Miniskirt Monday theme, please drop it in a comment. We're on number 133, and I'm running short on ideas. Let me know - no matter how odd or curious your suggestion is, I'm sure I have plenty of pics to fill the category.
I remember when I fully embraced the cassette tape. I transferred all my records and reel-to-reel albums to cassettes (carefully labeling each one in microscopic print). Then began the novel concept of being able to actually record stuff off the radio, which I performed obsessively. I recall being pissed when the DJs talked over the tracks, contaminating my recordings. I think the first time I dropped the F bomb was when Rick Dees blabbed over the first 30 seconds of Tommy Shaw's "Girls with Guns", a song I'd waited to record for an excruciatingly long time.
Now I can get any song I want with the click of a button. It almost takes the fun out of it. It's an embarrassment of riches.
Anyway, it's always fun to reminisce and look back on the prehistoric days of audio equipment. Many of you who have known only the iPod will not recall having to buy phonograph cartridges and cassette tape head cleaners. Those who do remember, will perhaps enjoy this quick walk down memory lane.
How quickly Leif's androgynous good-looks had gone to pot by 1985 - a mere eight years after the infamous C.H.i.P.s roller disco episode. "Welcome to the Jungle" could have very well been Leif's autobiography - of Hollywood providing you every vice your brain-stem could want, and then spitting you out like yesterday's news when they overwhelm you. Imagine being 15 with all the money in the world, girls throwing themselves at you, and bales of cocaine thrown in your lap.... who among us would have taken the high road as a teenager? And back then child stars didn't come equipped with the legal protection they do today. Hence, Drew Barrymore doing lines at Studio 54 with nary a finger waved.
Martial Solal Joue Michel Magne - "Electrode" (1968)
Ready for another magic carpet ride through vinyl paradise? Well, I'm sorry I can't provide that for you. How about an absent-minded stroll through vinyl mediocrity? Great - let's go!
Tinted shades and a purple blazer - this fella is no joke. The ax is to let you know he's all man, and the tennis sketch is to let you know he plays for keeps. The girl clutches her pearls in a state of orgasm just being near him. But to the man with salt and pepper hair, it ain't nothin' but a thang.
One of these days I'll do a post on Homecoming/Prom Kings and Queens without the miniskirt connection. I think you'll get a kick out of the fashions these popularity contest winners wore in the seventies and eighties. But this is Monday and that means Miniskirts. And if you happened to be a lucky gal crowned queen during the early seventies, chances are you wore a miniskirt... as did your entire court. Let's have a look, shall we?
Television of the seventies and eighties was littered with drunk dads, pregnant teens, alcoholic stepmothers, mentally handicapped brothers, anorexic sisters, and pedophile neighbors...... and all just in time for kids to watch after school.
The mantra of the seventies was to be open about our problems, and no problem was ever too unsettling for the kiddies. It was for their benefit to hear about drug abuse, rape, child molestation, and shitty parenting. In fact, it was so important, it was on every Wednesday afternoon.
And guess what? If you hadn't had your fill of troubling messed up lives - prime time had you covered. On Family Ties, Malory gets molested by her teacher and on Diff'rent Strokes, Arnold and his friend get molested by Gordon Jump, the friendly neighborhood bicycle repairman. And let us not ever forget the mother of them all - the infamous Too Close for Comfort rape.
The 50s and 60s were big into the nylon thing. Call it a fetish if you like, but it was an innocent male interest compared to the hardcore boom of the 70s. Once boundaries were removed and skin rags started leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, the "stocking and nylon thing" seemed...... well, just a little quaint.
This is not to say men stopped buying these magazines entirely; but, amid the so-called "Bush Wars" going on between Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy, stockings ceased to be shocking.
Well, I'm not big on the hardcore stuff, and Retrospace isn't the place for all that, anyway. So, here's a post bursting at the seams with nylon/stocking oriented girly magazine covers. Enjoy!
UFO - Geoff Love and His Orchestra
Girl - Tuca
Peaceful - Helen Reddy
Reggatta de Blanc - The Police
Space Age Whiz Kids - Joe Walsh
Unpack Your Adjectives - Schoolhouse Rock
Mary Skeffington - Gerry Rafferty
Anachronisme - Kameleon
Who's the Boss theme
Love Alive - Heart
Right On - Sons of Slum
Dream - Earth and Fire
Let's Go to San Francisco - The Flowerpot Men
Fireball XL-5 theme
Well, it's been a while since our last Pancakes post; so, I figured it was time to break out another round of these filthy dirty breakfast staples.
In the past, I've given you a single frame to make your conclusions. This time we're looking at two shots to make our determination as to whether pancakes are in their future. (Here's a hint: Every single one of these leads to pancakes).
Take for instance the scene above. It's got pancakes written all over it. But let's have another look a few seconds later just to be sure...
God knows I'm a sucker for a particularly intriguing (or downright awful) album cover. I'm also fascinated by music from other lands - I'm a typical monolingual American, but I still get pleasure from listening to these old records from from far away. Do I plan on putting them in heavy rotation like The Beatles White Album? Not even close. But there's certainly worth a listen for curiosity's sake, if nothing else.
The World Series is over, but college football and the NFL are in full swing and basketball is starting back up. I'm in a sporting kinda mood, so I thought it was a good time for a sports Miniskirt Monday theme. I've hit you with a goodly dose of cheerleader miniskirts in the past; however, today we're looking at the sports themselves. Please - no one write in a comment that pool or putt-putt are not sports.... I'm using the term loosely. Call it "Sports and Leisure" if it makes you feel better. Enjoy.
How is it that my life has led up to this point, where I'm spending this evening uploading trashy Spanish magazines for tens of thousands to see? Most of you will take one look at the subject matter and click away.... even less of you will take the time to look at them all, and even less to comment. But that's okay.
You see, it's still a victory. Over time, this post will get over a million views, and thus gradually these godforsaken rags will matriculate into the public consciousness ever so slightly. It's a long way from total enslavement of the public's mind to lowbrow pop artifacts, but it's a start.
In all seriousness, I do actually like these covers. They're interesting in their awfulness, if that makes any sense. If you can appreciate these as I do, then we are indeed kindred spirits. Love 'em or hate 'em, there certainly will be more fotonovela posts to come. Enjoy.
I read comic books all through the seventies and eighties, but if it was released in the past twenty plus years, I haven't even opened one up. I am hopelessly out of the loop and cannot claim any sort of "comic book cred". I jumped ship about the same time as Rob Liefeld made that infamous Levis 501 Jeans commercial, and I haven't been back since.
This is not to say comics have gotten worse; indeed, you might argue they've gotten better (I wouldn't know). However, I can say there were some godawful messes back in the eighties that make me cringe looking at them today. Let's take a look at the 1984 Justice League of America Annual. It's literally so crappy, it deserves a post unto itself.