This advert pleases me on so many levels. Her hair, her décor, her artfully jumbled dressing table, the Russian doll, the giant die, the solitary stick of chewing gum….
Best of all, I have that mirror! I occasionally see it in vintage/antique/charity shops for anything between £20 and £50. Mine was a charity shop score many, many years ago for a mere fiver. It currently resides elsewhere on semi-permanent loan (due to my having a beloved Thirties walnut dressing table with integral mirror) but it is still a treasured piece of Seventies haute naffness.
It’s not the first time I’ve spotted it though; a near identical one appears in Blakes 7 as a mirror-come-communicator and is used suitably flamboyantly by the great Jacqueline Pearce. I must admit that I have never managed to contact anyone through it, so I cannot guarantee its efficiency. Ha!
Would you buy ‘objects’ from this man? Is this the worst advert of all time, or the best? My answers would be ‘yes, indeed’ and ‘the latter’, but clearly my taste cannot be trusted where the Seventies are concerned (judging by a few snarky comments I’ve had regarding my blog over the past year…). J. Antony Redmile, I like your style (but not your beard).
Scanned from Harpers and Queen, October 1974.
This is actually one of my most favourite things in the whole world right now. When I found it the other day, I texted Mr Brownwindsor to gloat that I had found the best LP ever. I still stand by that statement, although with adjustment to the best LP cover ever. Because the songs contained swing from sublime to ridiculous; from Roxy Music to Phil Collins, from The Teardrop Explodes to Bucks Fizz.
I love the haute Eightiesness; the hair, the bacofoil clothes, the clumsy crotch shots, the make-up, the headbands! Absolutely the best £1 I’ve ever spent.
(for the uninitiated, Legs and Co were Flick Colby‘s follow up to Pan’s People and Ruby Flipper…)
Mmmm. Sensuous carpet. I suspect it was this immensely sensuous carpet which lured the silver platform-wearing lady in the last Bremworth advert I scanned in…
I actually couldn’t resist the brilliant awfulness of this cover. I’m not convinced it’s going to become a staple part of my vinyl collection, so if anyone would like it to adorn their retro pad, then let me know and I’ll probably just send it to you!
Oh lordy. I cannot believe how long it’s been since I last blogged, nor how sporadic my blogging has been. It’s been one of the most all-consuming jobs I’ve done in a long while, and left me more than a little numb inside. Only the thought of getting back to blogging and vintage-ing has kept me going!
So I’m easing myself back in gently (I finish tomorrow night, thank goodness) with a little toe-in-the-water blog post.
I like to think of myself as someone who is developing a nice collection of tasty vinyl (mainly Roxy Music and Fox recently…I’m moving on to Living in a Box next, just to maintain the rhyme), of course. But occasionally I simply have to buy something just for the amazing cover. Everyone knows the Top of the Pops albums, and their variations, so I try to scout out the more unusual ones. Although it’s hard to justify beyond ‘it’s for the blog’ and then I forget to scan them in. Like this one. Someone had obviously had a major Wunderlich clearout, but I couldn’t justify buying a whole bunch of dodgy-looking Seventies women at £1.50 a pop. So I picked my favourite, and she’s definitely the least dodgy-looking. She’s pretty incredible, to be honest, and I just couldn’t get over the pinkness. Enjoy!
I adore the illustration from this article in 19 Magazine, May 1972. The article itself is a bit wordy and I decided it wasn’t worth scanning or OCR-ing, but the illustration can’t be missed and there’s a great little vignette at the bottom of the article.
Do we think illustrator Philip Castle was somewhat *ahem* inspired by the great Peter Wyngarde? He of Jason King fame and When Sex Leers Its Inquisitive Head. An album which has to be heard to be believed. (Please don’t click the links if you are of a sensitive nature. Or haven’t taken any mind-altering substances so far today.)
This post is especially for the guy who thinks my blog is ‘frightening’. Well, I have to keep up the good work, don’t I?
Things happen after a Badedas bath? Like realising that the only thing scarier than a Peeping Tom intruder in your garden is a Peeping Tom intruder wearing a puffy coral-hued shirt and white slip-on shoes! Advert from 1971.
* Because, as someone pointed out, I have missed two weeks of mensday! The horror!!