1954



Classic Mad Men, n'est-ce pas?

I just had a birthday. I was born in 1954. Yeah. Yeah. I know I'm old. If you stick around long enough it is bound to happen to you, too. These people were ALSO born in 1954. So I have to think that it was a pretty good year! 

The cover story was about little Arabella Churchill who was considered a potential future bride for Prince Charles.
 

 If you ever want to feel REALLY OLD. Go out and find yourself a magazine that was published around the time that you were born and check out the advertisements.

Even if you're only 20 years old, go get a mag from 1995.

 It will blow your little mind.

 

 Women mostly stayed home and cleaned house.

This kitchen appears to have a stripper pole. An obviously very CLEAN stripper pole.

 

My Mom was probably feeding me this crap.

And wearing one of these torture devices.

And getting all jacked up on sugar.

 

Just about everybody smoked. Doctor's Orders!

 

 Unfiltered Camels are so therapeutic for those delicate opera singer vocal chords.

 

Oh look. A group of babysitters for me!

 Most likely sneaking cigs and spiking their Seven-Up with Jack Daniels.

 

And of course there is our never ending obsession with weight control.

I'll have to try this the next time I bake. Rolling pins for all types of buns.

 

 

 I saved the best for last. Love Love Love the latest accessories collection from Jacques Fath.

 

 

So....have you ever looked at advertisements from your Birth Year??

Do it. Really. Do it. I'd love to hear about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

LIFE with Bob

LIFE Magazine has put out this special issue devoted to Bob Dylan. It has some fabulous never before seen (at least not to me) photos. When I saw it on the newsstand, I knew I had to buy it. The young girl at the check out took one look at the magazine, made a face, rolled her eyes and said, "I saw him in concert and I couldn't understand a WORD." Oh my. Now I have made a vow to NEVER bore people younger than myself with stories about how things were "when I was your age." So I smiled sweetly, paid my $12.99 and left.
It is true that sometimes Dylan does need sub-titles. But they are sub-titles well worth reading.

This is, of course, from D.A. Pennebaker's 1965 film, "Don't Look Back." 
Subterranean Homesick Blues.