I don’t know about you but Vegas isn’t really my kind of place, yet. Vegas sort of feels like one big ass boobie trap. With hella attractions that will entertain, while draining your funds. Bright lights, big signs, it’s been a staple of Vegas since the beginning. However, these pictures of Vegas from yesteryear somehow seem a little more welcoming than the 100-foot plasma screens that line the strip today. We’re gonna be in Vegas again soon. And best believe we’re going to be enjoying ourselves. But until that time, we’ll save up, and settle on these. It’s Friday!
“As I stand here and remember
when once our hearts were one
and everyday was spring to me
to be loved and to be in the sun
Now the days are lonely
the song of love is still
they say I will forget you
but I say I never will…”
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Is it just me or are we going back in time? Nowadays it seems like the old shit’s the new shit and the new shit’s the weak shit. Somewhere along the way things just began to lose their flavor, and everything started tasting like tofu. Fortunately, the Flea Market has brought that flavor back. Not only is it where the past meets the present, but it also provides an avenue for cultural artifacts to be revived.
For those interested in reaching into the past, the Rose Bowl Flea Market in Pasadena is one of the premiere destinations for pretty much anything you need. Open every second Sunday of the month, the Rose Bowl Flea Market offers items from over 2,500 vendors, selling an eclectic assortment of peculiar items that border on extraordinary. The beautiful thing about it is you never know what you’re gonna find. In a sense it’s almost a divine experience when you come across something that’s just meant for you. That dress that fits just right, or that vinyl that your parents used to play. If you haven’t stepped inside one, I would seriously recommend it. You never know what you may come across.
Personally, album artwork from the LP era is a constant source of inspiration. Not to say there aren’t some cats out there who still do it well, but from the 1960′s through the early ’80s, album art was like it’s own little genre, with brilliant pieces dropping almost weekly. This is a pretty clever project though. Adapting covers from Stevie, Elton John, and Harry Belafonte, among others, White’s collection of oil paintings puts a creative spin on the classics, pairing their aesthetic with new slogans and imagery. Check out more from Eric here.
Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
A symbol is a funny thing. Especially when that symbol is a human being. From everything I know, JFK meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Iconic imagery can transform a group of people into a concept or an idea, or a president and his family into rockstars. If you’ve kept up with Rolling Stone during the Obama era, you know what I mean. Richard Avedon‘s portraits of the Kennedy family, shot in January of ’61, are impressive for their intimacy though. Avedon’s shots are personal, as if to subtly remind you that behind all the media hype, these are actually just people we’re looking at. Pretty inspiring stuff.
Success is pretty dope. It’s like you work and work and work and work, for what? For goals, I suppose. But more so it’s about the journey. I think our personal pursuits are in a lot of ways like climbing a mountain. Moments like Reggie’s here, are like the times when you’re climbing a mountain and stumble upon a clearing and happen upon a view. You get a chance to take a deep breath, and see how far you’ve come. They’ll be special moments along the way that’ll make it all worth it. But you’ve gotta climb the mountain to see the pretty views.
For the kids like myself that grew up in ’90s, I think most of us remember an era when MTV was the purveyor of all things cool. Beavis & Butthead and Daria aired daily, The Real World wasn’t scripted yet and alternative, electronica, and hip-hop music inspired some of the dopest music videos of all time. The music video was a full-fledged art form, complete with superstar directors (Spike Jonze, Michel Gondry) and full of weird shit an eight year-old kid probably shouldn’t have been watching.
But hey. Now that MTV programming is almost exclusively dedicated to quality, thought-provoking programming like Jersey Shore and The Hills, it’s hard to see why anyone would be nostalgic for a time when these five-minute masterpieces ruled the small screen. In any case, Pitchfork picked 50 of their favorites, and luckily for us nostalgia junkies, Maaria gave me the heads up. Check here for the full list, and hit MORE for a few of my personal favorites.
If you’re able to say you introduced Andy Warhol to anything, you’re already winning in my book. As the man who once gave Warhol his first camera (not to mention introducing Warhol to the works of both Jean-Michel Basquiat and Keith Haring), Christopher Makos holds an interesting place in the pop art canon. Famous for his Polaroids, Makos’ work serves as a window into the ’70s and ’80s, capturing personal and cultural moments with a one-of-a-kind aesthetic sense. For the art lovers in New York, East Hamptons’ Clic Gallery will be featuring a collection of some of Makos’ Polaroids up until September 5th. For everybody else, peep the gallery below.
“Got no time to for spreadin’ roots,
The time has come to be gone,
And to our health we drank a thousand times,
It’s time to ramble on…”
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The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
