Signs of the Times: I may be more Early 1960s than Late 1960s.
After thinking a lot after Austin Psych Fest and then been catching up on this season’s Mad Men television show (where I hate that they’ve moved from the very pretty early 1960s to the ugliness of the late 1960s) my mind has been about the changes in the 1960s.
Then again, I grew up in a very conservative area, where the signs–and the buildings– stayed early 1960s.
Images of the Pasadena, Deer Park and La Porte, Texas area. These photos were all taken in the last few years, so I assure you that there were still a lot more like this when I was growing up!
We, have a more John F. than Bobby vibe going, too, & prefer the early 60’s aesthetic, with tailored-classy beating out short-chic micro-mini (show your) assy. Treatment of women as intellectual equals set aside, the early 60’s has great appeal, from the British Invasion to Beach Blankets, to leftover beatniks. And, as much as I love a rocket, give me Allen Ginsburg over Alan Shepherd, anytime.
Yeah, I always wonder why women go walking around downtown with that “I forgot my pants” look, often carrying the shoes they can’t walk in! It just doesn’t look like fun to me!
But yeah, the whole “Under My Thumb” era is kind of icky.