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- 11/27/15--11:38: Selected Pages From the 1972 Spiegel Christmas Catalog
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|My best Bond girl "impersonation." What should my name be? Wait -- I shouldn't ask that of male readers!|
Maybe it seems silly to be writing a post on how to be (or really, feel and look like) a Bond woman but given the way the average American woman currently presents herself in some parts of this country, it isn't the worst thing to aspire to look like a female from a 007 movie. There's a lot we can learn from Bond women -- and thankfully, you don't need to give yourself a saucy, sexual-sounding name or paint your entire body head-to-toe in gold to emulate one. So without further ado, here's six common noticeable traits from Bond women through the decades that can help you unleash your inner Pussy Galore.
1. Bond Women Dress to Kill
Pulled together and proper for the setting; that's how I would describe a Bond woman's wardrobe. From swimsuits to glamorous evening gowns to no-nonsense work or casual gear, the Bond lady always looks sophisticated and sexy -- but never sleazy. And I think it's safe to say that a Bond woman would never be caught dead in public sporting the activewear "fashion" trend or hoodies, sweatpants, pajamas, or anything baggy, ragged, and/or frumpy. Even in bed on the big screen -- if she isn't wearing her birthday suit -- she's wearing a nice negligee, robe...or Bond's shirt.
Oh, and tattoos and piercings? Nope, just nope. The one exception was Magda and her octopussy tattoo, but in general Bond women don't ink their bodies. It seems that jewelry is kept on the conservative side as well.
2. Bond Women Wear Classic Makeup That Brings Out Their Best Features
If you're going to emulate a Bond girl, then you don't want to overdo it with the makeup. I've noticed that the makeup sported by most Bond women through the decades is a classic look that brings out the ladies' best features and never veers towards garish. During the '60s, the eyes were a bit smokey (of course!) and the lips a more nude, natural looking tone.
Even during the '80s, the Bond movie makeup artists stayed away from the bright, nearly neon eyeshadow and lip colors popular during the era and kept the look more classic for Bond ladies. Tanya Roberts here as Stacey Sutton in 1985's A View to A Kill has beautiful blended peach and brown shades on that really make her blue eyes pop.
3. Bond Women Have Touchable Hair of a Certain Length
I know there's been a few exceptions where a Bond lady sported a shorter hairstyle (such as Gloria Hendry's afro from Live and Let Die, Halle Berry's pixie in Die Another Day, or Rudy Bartlett's awful, Mama's Family-like curly do in On Her Majesty's Secret Service) but for the most part the Bond girls have worn their hair at least chin-length or longer that moved; they're not sticky or contain a lot of styling product. I think Bond prefers ladies with hair he can run his hands through.
One of my favorite Bond girls is Maryam D'Abo, the cellist playing agent in The Living Daylights. She had this great, classic bob cut (one of my favorite go-to haircuts) that works in any decade, which really makes her look in the movie timeless for 1987.
4. Bond Women Are In Shape
In today's overly PC world I sincerely hope I don't offend anyone with this next paragraph or two, so how can I put this? Bond women in film are always slender and have an enticing figure. But that doesn't mean you have to be a size 8 or smaller to be just as sexy (especially if you have well fitting clothes that flatter your body type.) It does mean working out and getting some exercise. Otherwise, how else are you going to run away from the bad guy who wants to take over the world or leap onto Bond's motorcycle when he swings by to save the day?
Personally, I've finally gotten myself back into my regular every-other-day workout of cardiovascular exercise, lifting weights, and strength training and I can't believe how much energy it's given me, especially as I've moved it to a morning routine. If Oddjob or Jaws shows up at my doorstep now, I'm ready to kick some serious butt!
5. Bond Women Are Strong and Smart
Something I've always admired about the women in Bond's life is that for the most part, they're not bimbos. Well, most of them, anyway. It seems to me that the professions in general of the Bond girls became more admirable as we ventured into the '80s, '90s, and beyond -- becoming nuclear physicists, medical officers, and M16 employees -- compared to the occasional mistresses, gold diggers, and tarot card readers of the '60s and '70s. Some of them have also had to overcome early incidents of sexual assault. However, most Bond women on film -- whether they're on Bond's side or working for his nemesis -- are clever, cunning, strong, and ambitious...even if that ambition is to bed Bond. They always get their guy.
And even if they don't get him, Bond women are never clingy around James or other men. They're independent and know how to stand on their own two feet.
6. Bond Women Are Classy and Sophisticated
It isn't just the fact that Bond women are usually well traveled and speak more than one language; it's the fact that they mind their p's and q's and know how to conduct themselves at the dinner table. They also seem more grown up compared to their peers of the same age (the younger Bond girls, that is.)
Spectre opens this Friday in U.S. theaters. I can't wait!
There's a tongue twister of a title for you! Given the relentless Christmas advertising that begins as soon as the Halloween costumes come off, I had promised myself that I would resist posting anything related to the yuletide holiday until the day after Thanksgiving. But when someone sends me scans that include a Toni Tennille wannabe wearing a clear plastic...um, apron (?) how could I not share it sooner?
We can thank the lovely Therese from My Star Trek Scrapbook (a must-visit for any Trekkies) for this delightful atrocity, Wright's Christmas Book of Trims. Therese came across this booklet in her mother's house and was kind enough to scan and send it to me. It came out in 1972 -- the same year I was born -- and features all of the usual crafts that scream Christmas. You know, clowns, owls, and belts. Yes, the '70s truly were a different time. Let's take a look...if we dare.
"Easy to follow instructions"? "Over 100 things to make"? I'm getting psyched already...
Let's start with some "Fantastic Frolics." Any of these looks will be a big hit at the office holiday party or Christmas Day with the family. And I'm sure that sexy green skirt that completely covers the lower half of your body down to the ankles should entice any red blooded male to "trim your tree."
The kids in the family are going to be expecting gifts. No Xbox or X-men for them, though. Who needs toys when you can whip up cardboard circus animals? Nothing says seasons greetings like helpless zoo animals trapped behind bars in cramped circus train cars. Speaking of the circus, what goes better with circus animals then...
Clowns. Totally creepy clowns made from coffee cans. At least that doggie serves a purpose; he's supposed to be a piggy bank. The clowns? Just there to be the nightmare before Christmas.
Clowns not your thing? No problem, we have an owl, a pussycat, and some snakes made from something called "rick rack rope." (Actually, I think the snakes look kind of cool...but have no business being in a Christmas craft book.)
Well, we're back to the Little House on the Prairie look. One of these is called the "Captivating Carpenter's Apron." Hmmm...carpenter as in Karen?
Then of course, we have that plastic see-through what-cha-ma-call-it. An apron? A rain slicker? A sci-fi, mod baby doll negligee (when worn with nothing underneath it)? The versatility is up to you or the wearer; what a lucky person to receive this under the tree!
More gift ideas for the cheapskate to make...belts made of ribbon and a desk caddy made of fabric covered soup and tuna cans. (Be sure to clean the cans before you cover them.)
Now we're finally starting to see some Christmas-oriented crafts. It's a shame that they suck.
This may be the only project in this book that actually makes sense and that I have heard of people making...saving pretty Christmas cards for future purposes.
Bonus: an advertisement. For step-by-step crocheted hotpants. Out of all of the crafts in this booklet, I think we've found our winner!
A big thank you again to Go Retro fan Therese for thinking of me!
It's now mid-November, so the last thing any of us in my part of the country would be doing right now is going for a drive with the top down or the sunroof open. However, I was thinking lately about how many songs have been written about cars and driving...and more specifically, sexy songs. It's pretty easy for cars to inspire lyrics about making out...or doing more...in the back seat with your honey. Here's ten sexy songs from the past few decades that sing of driving and/or automobiles guaranteed to get your engine running.
1. "Vehicle," Ides of March (1970)
Very awesome horn-driven song; makes me think of Steve McQueen -- not in a black sedan of course, but in his green Mustang. Or just some sexy guy who's got it going on. This song has been performed by Tom Jones on his TV variety show, but another great live cover version was done by my favorite Rat Packer, Sammy Davis Jr. But can anyone explain to me why having "pictures" would turn a woman on? Pictures of what? The candy I get.
2. "Back Seat of My Car," Paul and Linda McCartney (1971)
An underrated McCartney composition from his Ram album. No one can sum up the meaning better than Paul himself, who told Billboard:
"'Back Seat of My Car' is the ultimate teenage song, and even though it was a long time since I was a teenager and had to go to a girl's dad and explain myself, it's that kind of meet-the-parents song. It's a good old driving song. [Sings] 'We can make it to Mexico City.' I've never driven to Mexico City, but it's imagination. And obviously "back seat" is snogging, making love."
3. "Radar Love," Golden Earring (1973)
Easily, I think, the sexiest song on this list. I loved that it was featured towards the end of an episode of The Blacklist a few weeks ago. It may be a little morbid -- the lyrics towards the end allude to a car crash "one more radar lover gone" although I'm not entirely convinced that's what happens. If you've ever felt a connection with someone and sensed them contacting you without or before you actually get the email message or phone call...well, my friend, you've experienced radar love ("we don't need no letter at all.")
4. "I'm In Love With My Car," Queen (1975)
I honestly would've preferred to hear this song sung by Freddie Mercury, but it was composed by Queen bandmate Roger Taylor, and was so near and dear to his heart that reportedly he locked himself in a cupboard until Mercury agreed to release it as a B-side to "Bohemian Rhapsody." It was inspired by one of the group's roadies, Jonathan Harris, who considered his Triumph TR4 the love of his life, but the suggestive lyrics definitely allude to something else. It isn't one of my favorite Queen songs by even a stretch, but because of Taylor's passion for it, it does deserve a mention.
5. "Cruisin'," Smokey Robinson (1979)
Marvin Gaye wrote the lyrics to this breezy crooner and indeed, the song sounds like it was custom made for him, but Smokey Robinson did the honors. It's a little surprising that it was released on the cusp on the New Wave music movement; it easily sounds like a song that was written ten years earlier.
Check out the moves on the mustached background dancer from the Soul Train performance above. Is he wearing a tie?
6. "Little Red Corvette," Prince (1982)
Prince notoriously keeps a vice grip on the copyright usage of his compositions tighter than a nun's...well, I won't go there. As a result, there are virtually no video clips online of his actual recorded tracks, only covers. But I think I've found something even better here -- compilation footage of the Soul Train (yay; two Soul Train clips in one post) dancers getting down set to a cover of the song.
7. "The Chauffeur," Duran Duran (1982)
One of my favorite underrated DD songs, "The Chauffeur" is a surreal sounding song from the Rio album. It was based on a poem that Simon LeBon wrote before the band was formed and features a medieval sounding, flute-like instrument called an ocarina (played by LeBon.)
I can't show you the official music video on here as it contains nudity -- but you can easily find it on YouTube.
8. "Pink Cadillac," Bruce Springsteen (1983)
Sigh....whatever happened to the Boss we all once knew? The one who sang about running around all night, hungry hearts, and making love in the dirt, not Tom Joad's ghost? Well anyways, back in the day when Springsteen wrote sexy songs he came up with "Pink Cadillac," wondering what the female owner does in the back seat of her pink automobile. Natalie Cole's cover sounds too cutesy and innocent compared to the Springsteen track, which features a pumping riff clearly inspired by Henry Mancini's theme to Peter Gunn.
9. "Mercedes Boy," Pebbles (1987)
Total guilty pleasure from the '80s, and there's no way I could exclude it. Ever wonder what became of Pebbles? Well, she found religion in 1997 and now releases gospel records. We'll always have "Mercedes Boy" though.
10. "Brand New Car," The Rolling Stones (1994)
I wish I had included this track for my list of 10 underrated Rolling Stones songs from earlier this year. This dirty ditty is jam packed with more double entendres than some of those naughty old blues song (like "Big Ten Inch" and "Sam the Hot Dog Man.") Maybe the older Queen tune was inspiring them.
I mean, just listen to the lines:
Take her on the highway for a little spin // I want to see what kind of shape she's in // And I got a brand new star // Jack her up baby, go on, open the hood // I want to check if her oil smells good // Mmmm...smells like caviar...
Mick and Keith, you pervs. Not that I'm complaining.
Thanksgiving is rapidly becoming the Rodney Dangerfield of holidays -- it just doesn't seem to get much respect today, with retailers bombarding us with Christmas promotions right after Halloween. So maybe it's a little ironic that I found a slew of Thanksgiving advertising from decades past to poke fun at, but it's like they say: even bad publicity is better than none at all. So without further ado, here's a few ads from back in the day that gave me a couple of chuckles...and reminds me of a time when Thanksgiving seemed to be a little bit of a bigger deal to some consumer brands...
Strange product juxtaposition here. Hey kids, looks like you've been photobombed by a 25 pound turkey landing on your heads. Kudos to supermom for having the strength to carry that tray with only one hand!
You know those odd Christmas crafts I posted last week? Those were child's play compared to making gelatin cranberry...and mayonnaise (cringe) CANDLES for your Thanksgiving table. Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
Nothing says Thanksgiving like a little father-son bonding time that involves slaughtering turkeys in your tighty-whities. These are the tender moments in life that memories are made of.
Then again, nothing says Thanksgiving meal like cigarettes. The turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and...Lucky Strikes. Thanksgiving also makes me think of...magicians and fortune tellers? Huh?
Then there's that other family Thanksgiving tradition, taking photos of grandma and grandpa murdering the holiday dinner.
Now I know where Snoopy got the idea to serve popcorn to the Peanuts gang on Thanksgiving.
Way before Boston Market existed, lazy ass Americans who didn't want to cook a Thanksgiving meal had Banquet TV dinners to fall back on. "Ye Indians" are hungry; ye overly politically correct people are probably upset about the use of the word indians.
As a native New Englander who has lived in Massachusetts her entire life, I can honestly say I've never seen nor heard of this infamous "New England Yam Bake." Kraft makes it sound like something that should be as iconic as Boston Baked Beans. Didn't anyone from the company notice that pineapples are not native to New England?
Mutt and Jeff shill the annual Klamath Falls Turkey Genocide. Heck, I'd go just for the penny arcade and the chance to see that mother and baby monkey, for free.
Mmmmmm....sure can't wait for those leftovers this year!
I'm a knitter and yet I don't have the slightest idea what the craft, yarn, or Sue Brett has to do with Thanksgiving, but I dig the chick's dress, tights, and Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman hairdo!
This morning I saw a video on Facebook of young German people getting down in colorful workout duds from the late '70s or early '80s -- I assumed the funky music backing it was the original audio. After looking for it on YouTube so that I could embed it here, I discovered that this was not Germany's answer to the Solid Gold dancers, but a football (soccer) fashion show! Needless to say, the original Tyrolean sounding backing music doesn't have the same effect as the edited clip, but it's still entertaining. Perhaps the most comical part is the audience applauding at the end.
Have you noticed something missing from this year's fall network TV line-up? We have a surplus of crime/murder/detective shows along with hospital dramas (Grey's Anatomy is STILL on the air?), sci-fi/fantasy and the usual reality TV and sitcom pap. But the one thing missing from all of the major networks right now is an hour-long family drama. Just to be certain, I looked at the list of shows on the sites for NBC, ABC, CBS, and FOX. There's none to be found.
And I'm not talking about comedies such as Modern Family (which really isn't all that funny anymore) or the Dallas-like Blood and Oil (which is being canceled because it's a stinker.) I'm talking about shows I used to love like Judging Amy (which co-starred Tyne Daly), Sally Field's Brothers and Sisters, and Once and Again, which was a mature drama about a widowed man and a divorced woman finding love again in their middle age and the effects their partnering had on their children. Then there was the very short-lived teen drama My So-Called Life that developed a cult following despite airing for only one season. It seems that the TV execs have forgotten about the fan bases these shows attracted and that many of us crave seeing thoughtful shows backed by decent writing and character development that reflect some of the very life situations we often find ourselves in. (Not too many of us, after all, can relate to being a superhero...I'm looking at you, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fans.)
We don't need any more crime, action, and fantasy shows on TV right now. I just want to watch a nice drama that revolves around the life of a somewhat relatable family. The last successful family drama that aired was Parenthood -- which ended its fifth and last season earlier this year. Without it, the current TV landscape seems a bit bare. (Sadly, there are some misinformed folks out there that believe that Keeping Up With the Kardashians belongs in the same category.)
As usual, I must give kudos to the Brits in this area, because they've always been heads and shoulders above us when it comes to producing quality TV dramas. I believe there's a reason why Downton Abbey became such a big sensation here in the States -- the heart of this show, underneath the extravagant costumes and settings, is about a family. Two families, really, counting the lives of the downstairs staff. No fantastical computerized effects or outlandish plots here; just brilliant writing and acting. I think there's going to be a lot of melancholy viewers -- including myself -- after the final season airs after the holidays.
Speaking of the British, there's a new BBC One series currently being filmed that piqued my interest because it co-stars Lee Ingleby, who I mentioned a few months ago when I wrote about Inspector George Gently. It's called The A Word. The "A" in this case doesn't stand for one of our favorite swear words, but autism. The six-part show is about a family whose "youngest son is diagnosed with autism and they don't feel like every other family anymore."
You would think that the American networks would have thought of producing a show like this already, especially given the increase of autism diagnoses during the past decade, but as usual the British are way ahead of us. I'm going to make a prediction, though; one of them will copy this show with American actors and writing and it won't be half as good as the UK's production. They did that with an awesome British crime drama called Broadchurch; the American version was called Gracepoint which was cancelled after one season and lousy ratings despite co-starring David Tennant, who also stars in Broadchurch. Weird? Confusing? Yep...but that's American television for you. Here's hoping The A Word comes to PBS or is released on DVD for American audiences.
The last family TV drama that I watched and enjoyed was NBC's The Slap. This was another copycat production, too; the original series was Australian. But it was well done, well acted, and revolved around a family and how an unruly kid getting his face slapped at a family gathering caused repercussions for everyone (and yes, I and virtually everyone else I know who saw the show felt the bratty kid deserved the slap.) But it does bring up a point: networks don't have to invest a ton of money into a series they hope will last a few seasons. They could do what the Brits do and dole out a quality six-part family series once in a while.
Anyways, I've probably rambled on enough about this topic. Television is cyclical; I was looking at the line-up of what was airing on NBC in the 1967 and it wasn't all that different than today's schedule. Get Smart, Man From U.N.C.L.E., Dragnet, Star Trek, and Tarzan were all on the menu. The family drama as we know it -- excluding the soaps -- really didn't take form until the late 1980s and 1990s when shows like Thirtysomething started to depict the lives of average people on the small screen.
Here's hoping that after the holidays, something resembling a family drama is back in the works for 2016 or the 2016 fall season on American TV. Until then, I guess I have PBS, YouTube, and Hulu to get me through.
I don't know anyone who has ever purchased a Chipmunks album and I don't know who would want to -- who would purposely pay money to subject themselves to that kind of torture? Nonetheless, the Chipmunks' Christmas song, "Christmas Don't Be Late", remains a holiday novelty favorite of mine precisely because it is a novelty that you only listen to a couple of times once a year. And OK, it is cute, too.
A few weeks ago, however, a guy named Brian Borcherdt started to make some online headlines. Borcherdt is a musician who wondered what would happen if he took the Chipmunks' covers of previously released music and....sloooooowed.....themmmmm....downnnnn. To 16RPM, to be exact. The result is some pretty mesmerizing music that been's called goth, guttural, and metal. I actually couldn't stop listening to one song after another on the Soundcloud page Borcherdt set up, chipmunkson16speed. I've also embedded my personal selections below. It's pretty heavy stuff; have a listen by clicking on "read more" below.
Then there's the joker that slowed down the furry critters' trademark Christmas song. Who knew that Theodore was a baritone?
|What a vegan Thanksgiving looks like: turkey hugging, corn grilling, and a kid playing the accordion!|
I'm also really thankful for both my emotional and physical health, my family (including my cats; they're family, too), my friends, the roof over my head, the money in my savings account, my car, laughing at my own silly jokes, my freelance jobs that are helping me gain experience towards a more full-time career, and of course, Christoph Waltz. Oh, he's not retro enough? Well, I'm grateful for all of the pop culture icons, movies, music, design, trends, experiences, etc. that inspire my posts and keep this blog going. And I still miss Mad Men. Just thought I'd mention that.
This also seems like an appropriate time to mention a new blogging venture I started about a month ago, just for fun: Positively Pam. I wasn't even going to initially mention it here on Go Retro for a while because a. its topics are not retro-related at all and b. I didn't want to announce is unless I found myself actually posting to it and as it turns out, I have. I started it to write about the law of attraction and the success I've had with it and to also have a suitable place for the more personal posts. I actually had a similar second blog a few years ago that I deleted and I found myself missing it, so "PP" is its resurrection (I don't know if I'll keep the name...after I purchased the domain, of course, I thought of another one I like better.)
But please be assured of one thing: Go Retro ISN'T GOING AWAY nor do I plan on slowing down with the posts here. Not at all! I can tell you right now that 95% of you readers will have no interest in it. But there are many people out there who are into the law of attraction, and I can tell you that it has improved my life in so many ways.
So get down with the turkey and pumpkin pie and don't fight with your siblings or in-laws!
When I was a kid, there was nothing I loved getting in the mail more than the big, fat Sears Wish Book Christmas catalog every autumn. As I entered my teen years and left toys behind, however, it was the annual Spiegel holiday catalog that quickly became my favorite. I was a big Spiegel fan for many years, particularly throughout the '80s and '90s. Their clothing was classy and definitely a notch above Sears' fashion. Sadly, like most other retailers they discontinued their print catalogs some years ago and after visiting their site recently it seems both the quality and quantity of their clothing has deteriorated.
Luckily, we have the site WishBookWeb to thank for keeping vintage department store catalogs alive and well online. When I was over there the other day I nearly orgasmed from "flipping" through the 1972 Spiegel holiday catalog -- it was published the year I was born and gives a fascinating glimpse into the fashions and interests of Americans at that time. I'd repost all 436 pages if I could, but that would probably break the bandwidth...so here's (in my opinion) the best of the best...what the groovy good girls and boys (and men and women) of 1972 were asking Santa for that year. Can you dig it?
(Brace yourself...this is probably going to be an epic post after the jump, so prepare for lots of scrolling and some placed commentary here and there.)
Right off the bat, the first noticeable thing about women's fashion within the first several pages is the maxi skirt trend. Much to the chagrin of men everywhere, by the early '70s the miniskirt was past its heyday and had been replaced by ankle-length skirts and pants. I can practically hear the sounds of muffled male sobs while going through the beginning of this catalog.
Even sleepwear was affected by this trend, except for the flyaway nightgown on the left. What happened to the baby doll negligees?
Lots of pants and coordinated outfits. Couldn't you just picture Peggy Olsen wearing the above two-piece, if only Mad Men had continued for a couple more seasons?
Of course, the Little House on the Prairie look was in full swing, too.
Look at that! Knee-length dresses. No joke, out of over 400 pages there were only two or so that showed shorter dresses.
Even junior fashion got more modest. I really like that cute strawberry dress.
Very mod sweaters.
I've never been a fan of bow-tie blouses.
I actually had a bodysuit top in the '90s courtesy of Victoria's Secret. It was a dream for keeping your top tucked in -- but a nightmare when you had to use the bathroom. Not to mention, kind of hot in the summer having that extra layer of fabric on your panties.
Velvet lime green pants (and shorts!) and a funky matching top -- a throwback to the '60s.
Before curling iron and flat irons, there were dryer combs. I think one of my sisters had one of these, but I was never able to get it to really do anything to my hair.
Could you imagine drying your hair with a tabletop salon dryer? My mother had a portable one. I used it a few times while trying to curl my hair with rollers -- it's a wonder I didn't scorch my scalp.
I believe the yellow smiley face and "Have a nice day" catchphrase hadn't been invented yet by 1972 (by Forrest Gump, of course) but it's nice to see someone thought of putting it on fuzzy slippers first.
The greatest fashion irony of 1972, apparently, is that go-go boots were still very much in fashion, even though no one would see them beneath the pants and floor-length skirts.
Those four shavers in the middle are way cooler looking than a Schick Quattro.
Something you don't see so much nowadays...valet chairs or sewing centers.
No surprise, they sold a music box that plays "Love Story." Complete with a replica of Ali McGraw and Ryan O'Neal.
If I'm not mistaken, that's a photo of Bobby Darin in the photo cube -- how he'd get in there?
I didn't think they sold home wine making kits in 1972...but Spiegel has proved me wrong. They also have a cordial making kit...for your uncle who likes sneaking nips when he goes to the horse track.
Bowling was still big in 1972...so much so that they sold a ball cleaning kit. (No jokes, please.)
I wonder how many of those go-go girl mixes Spiegel sold back in the day. Like I said, this was a classier catalog than Sears.
Something you don't see anymore...the longer hairstyles of men back then required some serious grooming, too.
My mind definitely wandered looking at that stretch lounger. Are we sure it was only used for stretching? And look! Spiegel carried sauna pants! I wonder how many fights this caused on Christmas morning when a spouse opened up that for a gift.
Totally feeling nostalgic for my roller skates right now.
I've always thought these convertible dining/game tables were the coolest things ever.
Welcome to 1972...the dawning of his-and-hers matching fashions.
Velveteen walking suits...no need to say more.
Oh...more matching his-and-hers outfits...this time in nifty knits.
"I'll be the boy...in the corduroy pants...you'll be the girl...at the high school dance."
Oh, no. Not again.
Now that's class. Leather-trimmed sweaters from Italy.
Cue the Shaft theme. This is the fastest way to turn yourself into a cool, 1970s TV detective.
Nope, we're not done yet with the matching fashions. The male model looks stoned...which is how I'm starting to feel after uploading so many images!
It's sweater time!
Now we're about to get into some fun stuff. Like that darkroom kit -- what every kid wanted decades before digital cameras came around.
I still have my sister's Panasonice Toot-A-Loop radio. I bet that Message Minder was considered a real technological wonder back in the early '70s!
Big ass audio systems were still all the range, but I really like that "ultra-modern" component system!
Glow-in-the-dark poster sets and lava lamps. Love it!
Oh. Em. Gee. I had that very Peanuts sheets set! I remember the pillowcase with the happiness saying on it, too!
The "I'm Flip Wilson Doll" was a real thing, folks. Believe it or not, there was also a Redd Foxx doll...thankfully that didn't use speech snippets from his comedy stage routines. (For the record, I had Raggedy Ann and Andy there. They sure were ugly dolls.)
Love the sewing machines with the little flowers on them.
I bet dentists saw a banner year in 1973 after kids received cotton candy making machines under the tree. I'm not going to lie -- if I had been old enough, I would have begged for one of these.
I had every single one of these Fisher-Price toys. Good times.
One of my favorite toys -- ever -- was the View-Master. I don't think today's kids growing up with iPads could appreciate the simple pleasures of looking into a View-Master. Believe it or not, the company is still around, but the viewer now requires you to insert a smartphone so you can play with virtual reality. No thanks; I'll take the View-Master that featured 3D sculptures any day.
I want that fiberoptic centerpiece...and it's not just for the holidays, but year-round usage!
Give your kid a super sharp bottle cutting kit. What could possibly go wrong?
Here's some other hobbies the kiddos might enjoy: macrame, ceramics, some shrinky-dinks knockoff...and the ultimate safe toy, the wood burning kit. (I DID burn the tip of my finger once with my own wood burning kit. It was not a pleasant experience.)
"Grow magic crystals." This is how Walter White got his start, kids.
And a 1970s gift catalog wouldn't be complete with an 8-track radio player. A portable one in a pretty aqua blue color to boot.
Well friends, I'll be honest -- if I upload and comment on any more catalog pages, my head will explode. Check out WishBookWeb for the rest of this particular catalog and many more they have archived there. It's time for me to take a nap!
Americans are trashy, and I don't just mean reality TV families.
On any given day, I'll find litter on the street in front of my house that was thoughtlessly discarded by a passing driver, usually during the evening. At first it used to be a beer bottle or two (drinking while driving is a whole new low onto itself) but now I find fast food bags and containers, plastic bags, coffee cups, beer boxes (they drank an entire six-pack behind the wheel?), juice containers, and snack food wrappers and boxes among other items -- the variety would make Oscar the Grouch have an orgasm.
Mind you, this doesn't happen every day. But it does happen often enough, and to our neighbors, that it makes me wish I could hurl the garbage back at the offender's car if only they would drive by again and I had superhero powers to identify the guilty party.
Pretty soon most of the country is going to be covered with snow, and we're going to forget about the litter problem for a few months. But come springtime and melting, everything that got tossed will be re-exposed...and it sure is an ugly sight, especially in the barren, limbo month known as March before the trees have blossomed and the grass turns green again.
Some say our disregard for clean spaces has its origins in the 1960s. One of the more shocking moments of Mad Men for me personally -- (even moreso than the gory foot-amputation-by-John-Deere scene) was the dirty (no pun intended) revelation that Don and Betty Draper were litterbugs. I think it was during season 2 that we saw the Draper family enjoying a picnic in a nice local park when at the end of the afternoon, Don pitches his empty beer can like he's Randy Johnson, and Betty simply lifts up their blanket, dumping their food leftovers and paper plates all over the ground. They check the kids' hands to make sure they're not dirty (hypocrites!) then drive away like it was no big deal. Here's that scene again, in case you want to take a trip down memory lane:
Apparently it was this kind of behavior plus the surplus of discarded cigarettes everywhere that eventually led to anti-pollution movements in the 1970s. (Although personally, if you ask people who actually lived during the Mad Men generation, they'd probably tell you that littering is a worse problem today.)
Woodsy Owl and Iron Eyes Cody (aka "the Crying Indian"...and by the way, he was really Italian, not Native American) became the icons for a cleaner America during the decade.
But it didn't last. The proof is in the trash I constantly see on the streets, wherever I drive and when I used to take a lunchtime walk near the office park where I once worked, there was one wooded area next to the sidewalk that was just a dumping ground for passerby. There's really no excuse for it. Is it due to laziness? Ignorance? The need to free their hands so they can use their mobile phones while walking? I know the world is struggling with a lot of heavy problems right now and trash is the least of our issues, but we really need to bring back some PSAs to remind people to use trash receptacles. We especially need it more than ever with so much plastic and dangerous materials getting dumped on the ground or in the oceans, which endangers wildlife.
And sadly, this is mostly an American thing, at least compared to our European counterparts. A friend of my mother who travelled to Italy and Austria earlier this year marveled at how tidy and clean the public spaces were. I can confirm that England was the same way when I took a vacation there a few years ago. The London streets and tube stations were spotless. It was even more amazing to me once I realized they don't really have a surplus of trash bins everywhere; most of them were taken away years ago to prevent the IRA from planting bombs in them. Yards were spotless, particularly in the village of Bath. Did I see any trash on the ground outside the Abbey Road studio? Hell to the no! The Europeans take so much more pride in their public spaces, it seems. Even while watching one of the travel shows on PBS, you won't notice much rubbish on the ground.
So, here's hoping that maybe, just maybe, this post will inspire someone out there who litters to change their ways...to wait until they're home to empty their beer cans into their own trash or recycling bin, or seek out a trash can for their empty Starbucks cup.
And if you need some inspiration, here's some PSAs that were aired on TV back in the day. Really, if the infamous, powerful image of that crying Indian doesn't pull at your heartstrings and inspire you not to litter, you may be missing a soul.
Go retro, folks. Dispose of your trash properly and responsibly. It really doesn't take much work.
I hesitated posting this tonight because it would technically be the second "rant" of sorts on Go Retro in one week. I hate to sound like I'm complaining or being cranky, especially when I really have been in a super mood lately. But the draft for this post has been sitting in limbo on Blogger for a few weeks now, and with the Victoria's Secret fashion show about to air next week, I might as well get on with it and get it out of my system. (Warning...this is kind of a lengthy post.)
And what I need to get out of my system is...Victoria's Secret sucks. It is so far removed now from the store I was a regular customer of in the '90s. I'm actually going to make a prediction here: I wouldn't be surprised if, five years from now, we hear about the demise of the chain.
I first wrote about the downfall of Victoria's Secret here a good 5 or 6 years ago, but the topic is worth revisiting. A few weeks ago, VS sent me a new "Angel" card in the mail (their cutesy name for their store card) and a $10 birthday gift card. I thought I might be able to use it towards a nice blouse or at least a long-sleeved t-shirt.
Then I started to notice something very weird as I went through their website. Hey, wait a minute. There were no jeans. No dresses. No suits. No blouses. Nada. There were some tops, but they literally looked like rags.
What the bleep
I deferred to Google, and saw a news announcement from last year saying that Victoria's Secret was discontinuing a lot of their clothing line. Apparently, a lot equals everything but the undergarments, swimwear, and cheesy "PINK" line aimed at teens and college students.
WTF, Victoria's Secret? Why? Most baffling about the corporate change is the fact that the clothing assortment made the company a lot of money; between $500 and $750 million annually according to sources.
Now granted, it isn't the end of the world that Victoria's Secret no longer sells a wide variety of clothing; I've always had plenty of other retailers to choose from. But it's disappointing to me that they're choosing to cater to a younger, selfie obsessed demographic and ignoring the spending power of older women. (And by older, I mean women in their 30s and 40s.)
|And she's wearing gloves and earrings!|
Sadly, that means today's image of Victoria's Secret is so drastically different than the one I was a customer of a good 20 years ago. I hate visiting their stores today. I only go just to stock up on cotton bikini panties, one of the few good things they still make. The music is loud, the stores attract girls who look way too young to be perusing sexy lingerie, and the shop itself with its techno modern interior feels cold. This is a stark 180 from what their image used to look like.
Throughout the years the chain has been through so many owners and management that kept changing the brand's focus, and that's part of the problem. In 2000, the new chief executive at that time, Sharen Jester Turney, complained that the catalogs showed too much cleavage and were a dorm room Playboy substitute; I actually think that describes today's incarnation of the catalog more accurately.
I tried to locate a photo online of what the shops originally looked like, with no luck, so I guess I'll just have to briefly paint it with words. Picture, if you will, a store that looked like a French or English boudoir from the 1900s. Pastel shades, cozy waiting chairs outside the changing area, and classical music softly being piped through the walls (in 1991, the company actually hired the London Symphony Orchestra to record a CD that was sold in the stores.) And the clothes were beautiful; sexy yet classy. It definitely wasn't a place that would have appealed to teenagers. You had to be a certain age to enter a Victoria's Secret store with confidence. I think I was 19 or 20 when I first walked into one and began buying their clothing through their catalogs.
Interestingly enough, VS was founded by a man and meant to be a place where a man could comfortably shop for lingerie for the woman in his life. Roy Raymond and his wife started the company in 1977 after Raymond became dissatisfied with the dowdy selection of female undergarments and lingerie being manufactured at the time; push-up bras and other sexy selections during the '70s were considered tacky novelty items and mostly sold by the slightly sleazy Frederick's of Hollywood.
Until Raymond sold the company in 1982, Victoria's Secret was mostly marketed to men. After the new owner, Leslie Wexner, took over he changed the focus to female customers. That included revamping the colors and patterns of the product line as well as the look of the stores and expanding them into malls across the U.S.
Only their sleepwear and undergarments were sold in the stores; the regular clothing line was marketed through their catalogs. Many of the items were credited to a manufacturer called Moda International and some of it was made in Italy and the U.S. When I worked at a hotel during my college years and then secured my first office job about a year after I graduated, much of my wardrobe was comprised of purchases from Victoria's Secret. The quality of their clothing at that time was quite good; I had dresses and suit jackets from them that were lined and tailored.
Recently I dug up the following photos, that were taken about 13 or 14 years ago. (Yes, that's John Mayer with me; a friend at the time won free tickets to his show when he was just starting to make a name for himself and it included a "meet and greet" before the performance. Don't be impressed -- he acted like a douche. And I''m 99.9% sure he was stoned. Ah, memories.)
The reason I'm even including these pictures is because the dress I'm wearing there came from Victoria's Secret. It was lightly lined and had a kind of '60s paisley print and ruffled three quarter sleeves. I miss it -- I donated it when I went up a dress size and now that I've lost the weight, wish I had held onto it.
Victoria's Secret also sold the best jeans, their London Jean collection which was discontinued some time ago. To this day I've tried on and bought many other denim brands, but I've yet to find ones that fit me quite like London Jeans did. And the nice thing about them is they came in a wide variety of styles and cuts...so if you don't like low-cut jeans that teeter on the edge of your hips, VS gave plenty of options!
And the models that were employed by VS back in the day compared to today...well, there's no comparison. Just look at my intro graphic at the top of my post. The models that made it into the catalogs were gorgeous and classy, and included Karen Mulder, Stephanie Seymour, Jill Goodacre (Harry Connick Jr.'s wife), Helena Christensen, Elle Macpherson, Tyra Banks and later, Heidi Klum. What used to be sexy and natural looking has now been replaced by over Photoshopped, underfed girls with no remarkable features in my opinion. Most of them are significantly younger than the models used during the '90s; still clearly in their teens.
On December 8, several of those girls will strut their stuff wearing over-the-top costumes that look like they came from Elton John's yard sale in the annual televised Victoria's Secret fashion show, which is the only thing the company seems to be known for these days, sadly.
Ironically, Frederick's of Hollywood appears to me to have better quality clothing these days, and they still use attractive adult women for their models.
I've done enough grumbling; the brand's old image is gone like the wind and it'll never be back. But my memories of the older catalogs have been saved online; here's some scans I found on a Tumblr page showing what Victoria's Secret used to sell and what the image looked like. Just take a look, and then visit the retailer's website to see what I mean. Talk about a fall from grace.
Stephanie Seymour modeling a top and leggings that I seriously would choose over anything I saw on the Victoria's Secret website the other day.
Claudia Schiffer also modeled for the catalogs.
A beautiful nightgown and robe being modeled by Tatjana Patitz for the catalog. Why they still can't sell clothing like this is beyond me.
I had a riding jacket from VS along with one of their turtleneck sweaters and wool skirts.
Like I said, their London Jeans were the best...and that price! Seriously, you couldn't get better quality for the cost at the time.
Heidi Klum modeling winter accessories. I still have (and wear) the white fur headband and gloves.
As hard as it is to believe, tomorrow is the 35th anniversary of John Lennon's death. For the past few weeks I've grappled with what I could write about on Go Retro in regards to Lennon that doesn't already get mentioned on a regular basis. I know the Internet is going to be teeming tomorrow with tributes and editorials and any opinion here is just going to be a drop in the bucket compared to the big media sites.
But here goes -- for a while I've been thinking about what is the most amazing thing (to me) about John Lennon. Yes, he was a messenger of peace and yes, he had a quick wit and trademark Liverpudlian sense of humor. And yes, there is that splendid body of musical work that includes not just what he accomplished with the Beatles, but all of his post-Fab compositions. Even discounting the experimental screeching tracks he recorded with Yoko Ono and the years vacant of new music where he focused on being a househusband and doting dad to son Sean, he left us with a remarkable solo song catalog, not the least of which is Double Fantasy, where every track (yes, including Ono's) hits it out of the ballpark for me. That album will always be on my list of top favorites, even if it is bittersweet that it was Lennon's last one before his untimely death.
So what IS the most amazing thing about John Lennon's legacy? I believe it is this...that such a flawed human being is still so revered, worshiped, and loved 35 years after his death. And I don't mean this in a bad way.
John Lennon was a flawed human being...but then again, show me someone who isn't. Lots of demons drove this man, starting with an unconventional childhood where he was raised under the wing of his Aunt Mimi, his mother's watchful sister. His father, a merchant seaman, was never around, and Mimi contacted social services twice for the right to look after John. His mother was eventually struck and killed by a drunk, off duty policeman when John was 18.
Lennon had a rebellious streak in school, often coming (literally) to blows with his peers and teachers, eventually being thrown out of college. He didn't treat the women in his life very well including Ono at times (although by the time of his death he was enjoying a strong relationship with her and had really seemed to find peace and happiness in his life.) He only married Cynthia Powell because he got her pregnant, later meeting who I believe was his true soulmate without a doubt, Ono, and divorcing Cynthia to follow his destiny.
And then he betrayed his soulmate by flirting with other women and taking one to bed right in front of her at a party, an incident that prompted their "Lost Weekend" period of separation in the marriage (where Yoko played pimp and gave her blessings to him and his mistress of her own choosing, May Pang.)
I could go on and on...drug usage, a hot temper, the falling out with McCartney (I can't fault Lennon here...McCartney was the real cause of the breakup of the Beatles as far as I'm concerned) and most heartbreakingly, the way he eventually pushed aside his first (and way more talented of his two children) son, Julian, after Sean was born.
But none of it matters. Lennon was a human being like all of us, a real person with faults. Towards the end of the life, he seemed to come to terms with it all and most likely would have strengthened his relationship with Julian in the coming years, had he lived. And I believe that's why us fans still love him so. We sympathize with him, we get it, and we forgive him for his mistakes.
Lennon's been called a hero throughout the decades -- and while some may take offense at the use of the title, it isn't that inaccurate. Heroes don't have to perfect and in fact, many fictional ones often are not. I read an article the other day that stated, "Heroes are both like people we know and not like people we know. Like ourselves and maybe, in some cases, better selves."
The feeling was mutual. Despite his immense fame, John Lennon just wanted to be like one of us -- to walk down the street and eat in a restaurant without having to play the role of "Beatle John." He finally did achieve that normal level of anonymity while living in his adopted New York City where he told a radio interviewer hours before he died that he loved the freedom NYC gave him.
And of course, there's the magnificent music. Thanks for it all, John -- you're always in our hearts. We all shine on.
I love cottage cheese. Well, somebody had to say it.
Cottage cheese is often overshadowed these days by Greek yogurt, and gets a bad rap due to its high sodium content. Those who went on diets in decades past probably hate the stuff, because they ate it until it came out of their ears. President Richard Nixon's favorite lunch according to a book about our U.S. presidents that I read years ago was a scoop of cottage cheese atop a pineapple ring. Not a very manly lunch, but perhaps he was inspired by this bizarre commercial from back in the day showing grown men (including Peter Graves) and shirtless boys noshing on Borden's cottage cheese mid-day:
Gee, that old guy isn't much of a cook, eh? I also think I'll pass on the notion of eating my cottage cheese doused with maple syrup, or jelly (in a sandwich!) -- thank you, anyway.
Cottage cheese was invented sometime in the early 1800s in various forms, and was promoted during WWI as a meat substitute. From the '50s through the '80s it was commonly known to help dieters, who would scoop it onto cantaloupe or a salad.
There are a few reasons why cottage cheese is one of my favorite retro foods (for snacking; I'd never substitute it for a meal.) For starters, it is packed with protein; one cup of cottage cheese has 25 grams vs. 20 in a cup of Greek yogurt. Weight lifters love it because it contains casein protein, which is considered to be longer lasting.
An entire cup is way too much to eat because of the sodium content, but I find that half a cup for a snack is very filling and satisfying. It also contains calcium -- nowhere near as much as yogurt or milk, mind you -- and traces of minerals such as zinc and phosphorus.
Then there's the fact that it's remarkably flavor versatile; it can be made savory or sweet depending on your taste and makes a relatively low-fat, low calorie dip for veggies or crackers.
Last year Hood revamped their cottage cheese offerings with several flavors; my favorite right now is the Cucumber Dill one. This morning I whisked a teaspoon into my scrambled eggs (before cooking them) and the dill really added a nice flavor. The Garden Vegetable one is great, too. (I find the fruit ones like Pineapple way too sweet and prefer to eat yogurt with fruit instead.)
Lately I've been seeing cottage cheese get mentioned on women's sites and magazines as a food to help lose/keep weight off, so maybe it's making a comeback.
And there you have it...go retro and stay svelte and slim with cottage cheese! Here's a look back at some vintage cottage cheese commercials through the years.
Even Vincent Price liked it:
Mad Men may have retired to series heaven on that great big television in the sky back in May, but the 1960s spirit of the show lives on. So when the website Chairish -- an awesome site for buying and selling exquisite vintage furniture and home goods -- reached out to me about putting together a "Hostess With the Mostest" style board of must-have retro bar accessories, it was a no-brainer what my inspiration would be. My fantasy bar cart and goodies ensemble above would make Roger Sterling and Don Draper envious and would enable any host/hostess celebrate the new year in mad style with his or her guests.
1. First I chose the beautiful, two-tier Mid-Century Italian Tricom Chrome Bar Cart. The country of origin is a little nod to the Mad Men episode "Souvenir" in which Don and Betty Draper traveled to Rome and (unsuccessfully) tried to strengthen their marriage. The wheels allow it to roam easily from office to office. (Listed price: $425.)
2. Next, I added this Mid Century Glass Colony Flower Ice Bucket -- just enough groovy flower power for the ladies, but in earth tones so as not to turn off the guys. Plus, it looks great with the glass and chrome bar cart. (Listed price: $24.)
3. Add in some classic Dorothy Thorpe Martini Glasses in a set of eight. (Listed price: $199.)
4. Now it's time to add a pop...as in pop art...color with this set of MCM Russell Wright Eclipse Cocktail Glasses in highball and lowball sizes for savoring any kind of cocktail. All are rimmed in gold for a classy touch. Great for serving those Bloody Marys...or Roger's cream when his ulcer starts acting up. (Listed price: $200.)
5. You can't have a bar cart without a cocktail shaker. This Art Deco Silver Cocktail Recipe Shaker is engraved around the side with recipes for popular drinks in case you forget what goes into a sidecar. (Listed price: $499.)
6. These Mid-Century Modern Bar Tools hail from Japan (shhhh...don't tell Roger!) (Listed price: $79.)
7. This Mid-Century Walnut Serving Tray with toothpick holder is the perfect accompaniment for serving appetizers with the drinks. (If Pete wants to bring his chip 'n dip, that's swell, too.) (Listed price: $78.)
8. What's new, pussycat? Because Danish modern teak was so popular during the '60s, I simply had to include these adorable kitty cat and mice Danish Modern Cocktail Forks. (Listed price: $77.)
Get ready to party like it's turning 1970! (OK, that conga line scene below is from the Christmas party scene that took place around 1965 or so, but who's being picky?)
I'm actually a little envious myself that I don't already own this bar cart and accessories I picked out.
A big thank you to Chairish for recognizing Go Retro and inviting me to participate in this smashing post idea! I hope the site will give you some great retro holiday gift and entertaining ideas.
"It's a shame because Spider accomplished so much in his life. Claudine Longet only accomplished two things -- marrying Andy Williams and getting away with murder."
-- Steve Sabich, brother of international skier Spider Sabich.
Claudine Longet was best known during the 1960s for being Andy Williams' wife and appeared many times on his TV show to perform songs with and without him. Born in Paris, she started her career with small parts on McHale's Navy, The Rat Patrol, Hogan's Heroes, and other television series. In 1960, when she had a job dancing at the Tropicana Resort and Casino in Las Vegas, her car got a flat tire. Who stopped to rescue the damsel in distress but none other than Williams. The crooner was 32 at the time; Longet was 18 -- but he was smitten with the petite brunette with the accent and large eyes, later calling her "my favorite French singer." They married the following year. During the '60s decade Williams and Longet had three children together -- Noelle, Christian, and Bobby.
Things were going remarkably well for Longet by the mid-60s. She became a singing sensation after appearing on the Ben Gazarra series Run For Your Life playing the guitar and singing "Meditation" in her soft breathy voice. The performance even caught the attention of Herb Alpert, who offered her a recording contract with his company. She would record five albums for A&M Records.
Not only that, but she was making appearances on other TV variety shows, singing along with Tom Jones and Bobby Darin. A 2010 book written about Longet's life, Aspen Terminus, stated that "Claudine Longet succeeded in doing what no French woman singer since Edith Piaf had done: selling serious numbers of records in the United States."
She and her husband became friends with Bobby and Ethel Kennedy, and Longet landed a role in the 1968 Peter Sellers movie The Party.
Despite being married for a decade, Williams and Longet decided to separate in 1970 and their divorce became final in 1975. In Williams' autobiography, the singer admitted that being on tour and away from home so much drove a wedge in the marriage and that "the thrill I used to get when I saw her walking towards me had faded. The private, intimate looks we used to exchange were less frequent, but until that moment I had not understood how far down that path we had travelled. Claudine had fallen out of love with me."
In 1972, Longet met the acclaimed skier Vladimir "Spider" Sabich at a celebrity skiing event and began dating. Sabich's name is mostly unknown to those that didn't grow up in the '60s and '70s, but he had today's equivalent fame of someone like Bode Miller. The handsome, charismatic Croatian-born athlete had competed in the 1968 Winter Olympics and was the pro ski racing champion of 1971 and 1972.
Sabich was recovering from back and neck injuries sustained from previous competitions, but he was still sitting on top of the world -- he was said to be the inspiration for Robert Redford's character in Downhill Racer and his name and face were endorsing several products from coffee to cosmetics. He was only 27 years old when he met Longet -- who was 30 at the time with three young children.
Understandably, like any young male athlete would be, he was in no position to settle down and make a commitment with anyone at this stage in his career, particularly a divorced mother. But before long Longet had moved into Sabich's Aspen chalet in the tony Starwood complex, near the home of his friend, John Denver, and they soon became the city's hottest celebrity couple.
It was on March 21, 1976 that Sabich's young life and relationship with Longet came to a violent end. After a training session, and before meeting his coach Bob Beattie for dinner, Sabich was getting ready to take a shower when he was shot in his bathroom by Longet, a lone bullet lodged in his stomach. He lost a lot of blood before the ambulance arrived, and was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital.
Longet was arrested and put on trial. She repeatedly claimed that Sabich had been showing her how to use the gun when it accidentally discharged -- an unlikely scenario given the fact that she had shot at Sabich from a distance.
And there was other damning evidence -- for months the relationship had been rocky, with Sabich admitting to an ex-girlfriend that he didn't know how he was going to break things off with Longet and that she was throwing temper tantrums. Friends said that Sabich wanted to kick Longet and her kids out of the house. According to Longet's diary which was confiscated to be used as evidence in court, the relationship had grown tumultuous in the months leading up to the death. A blood sample was also taken from Longet the night of the murder, and revealed she had taken cocaine.
Unfortunately all of this key evidence had to be dismissed in court, all because the Aspen police didn't follow procedure and obtain a warrant to properly search Sabich's home.
Andy Williams flew to Aspen to be by his ex-wife's side, and escorted her to and from the trial every day. He vehemently supported her and believed her innocence. "The manslaughter charge is ridiculous," he told People magazine in 1976, just before the trial took place. "She could get up to 10 years. She loved Spider."
During the trial, Longet refused to leave Aspen, a decision that infuriated residents. She even made her kids go back to school the day after Sabich's death, and purchased an old Victorian house in town. The press descended onto town during the trial, turning it into a pre-TMZ.com media circus.
Because of the dismissed evidence, the best argument prosecutors could use in court was the position of Sabich's body when he was shot: bent over and facing away from the gun. The jury convicted her of negligent homicide. She was sentenced to pay a small fine and spend 30 days in jail. Furthermore, the lenient judge said she could choose which days she served her time, so she spent mostly her weekends in jail, seeing her children the rest of the week. She was even allowed to decorate her cell.
The court of public opinion, however, was a different story. Public reaction was of disbelief and anger. Many believed that Longet got away with murder, especially given the blatant evidence that couldn't be used in court. She also began dating her attorney, Ron Austin, who was married at the time and even vacationed with him after the verdict. Longet and Austin eventually married and still live in Aspen today, where Longet is still despised by people who were there during the trial.
The Sabich family then initiated a civil lawsuit against Longet. The case was settled out of court, with one of the conditions being that Longet could never give an interview or write a book about her story, thus making a profit from Sabich's death.
In 1980, The Rolling Stones recorded a song called "Claudine" which chronicled the Sabich/Longet relationship, murder, and trial. It was meant to be included on the album Emotional Rescue but was considered too controversial at the time and the track got pulled, making its way to fans' ears via bootlegs until the Stones included in on the Some Girls reissue in 2011.
To this day Longet lives in seclusion and there have been no new photos of her in decades. Her entertainment career ended the day she put a bullet in her boyfriend. She may have gotten away with murder, but clearly has been living in her own private jail ever since.
During the late '80s or early '90s one of my sisters brought over a knitting book she had recently purchased of sweater patterns inspired by famous artwork throughout history (a really '80s theme if I ever saw one.) All of the models were British and one in particular was very striking looking. Her name was simply stated as Tula. It was a couple of years later that we recognized Tula as she was being interviewed on The Phil Donahue Show, and we were floored to learn that she used to be a man.
Transgender seemed to be the buzzword of 2015, namely due to the publicity around Bruce--I mean, Caitlyn Jenner (sorry, but as a '70s child it's still hard for me to get used to the new name.) But Tula was already secretly breaking ground as a transgender model and actress in the 1980s. She even starred in a Power Station music video and had a small role in "For Your Eyes Only." It was the role that lead to her secret being exposed, as The News of the World declared, "James Bond Girl Was a Guy." It was the headline that sabotaged her career and would bring a series of heartbreak to Tula.
Such a revelation wouldn't have batted an eye today -- but during the early '80s, before the AIDS crisis and when homophobia and abuse of homosexuals ran rampant in the UK -- the headline set off a firestorm that threatened Tula's career (even though as a woman, she wasn't homosexual.)
Tula's real name is Caroline Cossey, but she was born Barry Kenneth Cossey in Norfolk, England in 1954. Cossey was born with Klinefelter's syndrome, a chromosome condition which can cause a male to develop more feminine features. Cossey's childhood was marked by teasing and bullying, and when he became a teenager he started receiving hormonal treatments and -- working as a burlesque dancer -- started saving money for a series of operations to transition into a female. Cossey's final surgery and legal name change took place in 1974.
Cossey began to get modeling work under the name Tula. At 6' tall, she was in demand and appeared in Vogue and Harper's Bazaar. In 1978, she appeared on a British game show called 3-2-1, and was contacted by a tabloid journalist that said he knew her secret and planned to expose her. She dropped out of the show and maintained a lower profile until being cast in the Bond film.
After the secret was out, Cossey wrote a 1982 autobiography called "I Am A Woman." She became outspoken against the British government for transexual rights, and in particular the right to change her sex to female on her birth certificate. During this time she also became engaged to an Italian advertising honcho (the first man to date her knowing about her past.) The engagement ended, and in 1989 Tula married a Jewish businessman, confessing her past life to him and even converting to Judaism before the wedding. Tula was legally able to marry, thanks to a ruling by the European High Court that recognized the rights of transexuals. Unfortunately The News of the World seemed to be out to get Cossey, again. They published photos of her honeymoon, again reminding readers that she used to be a woman. When her husband's family, who were Orthodox, saw the expose and learned of her secret, they forced him to divorce her and have the marriage annulled, something that devastated Cossey. She received death threats and someone vandalized her car. She had already contemplated suicide after the newspaper's first damaging headline ran about her.
"My heart was broken," she later said. "The whole thing is ugly. But you pick up the pieces and get on with your life."
Hugh Hefner took an interest in Cossey's story. He invited her to the Playboy mansion, and as Cossey recalled, "he looked into my eyes and I immediately knew he felt my story. He felt my cause."
Playboy interviewed her and ran a photo spread in 1991. Earlier this year, Cossey told Cosmopolitan that she'll always be grateful to Hefner for his generosity and treating her with respect. The Playboy piece got her invited onto talk shows to discuss the struggles of transgender people.
By the mid-90s Cossey had abandoned acting, modeling, and the media spotlight. She married a Canadian man named David Finch in 1992 (above) and currently lives in the Atlanta area. Her sad story ended up with a happy ending and no doubt her struggles helped make it a little easier for Jenner and other high profile transexuals to gain acceptance.
(And as far as I'm concerned and her stunning modeling work attests to, Cossey is all woman.)
Here's Cossey in Power Station's "Some Like It Hot" video:
This will be my last post before Christmas, so before we get into it let me just wish all of my readers that celebrate it a very merry, healthy, and safe one. I hope Santa is good to you!
Today's post is just something quick I observed while going through the 1959 Sears Christmas catalog a while back and that is that apparently every little boy and girl at that time was obsessed with cowboys. I could see if Sears had a few pages of the clothing and accessories, but it was more like a dozen or so...and just when I thought there couldn't possibly be more in the same catalog, it started up again several more pages in.
I guess it shouldn't be surprising considering the prevalence of Westerns that existed on TV at the time -- Gunsmoke, Bonanza, and Wanted: Dead Or Alive, not to mention the popularity of Roy Rogers and The Lone Ranger. But it's funny just the same to see so many pages from one catalog devoted to the phenomenon...and only a couple of pages showing alternate dress-up clothes such as a jet fighter pilot and servicemen.
And the toy guns!!! Could you imagine all of this fake weaponry being sold today? Out of curiosity, I did a search on Amazon for toy guns and saw mostly space-related and Nerf pistols.
It was a simpler time to be sure...and sure makes a better choice than a kid aspiring to be a rap star or a Kardashian. So here's a round-up of cowboy and cowgirl related merchandise, from the 1959 Sears Christmas catalog. Giddy-up!
Even the littlest Western fans were not left out.
Gotta be honest -- all of these toy guns and holsters look the same to me. Amazing to think that so many varieties of them existed, based on so many TV shows and characters.
As a Steve McQueen fan, I love that there was a toy replica of bounty hunter Josh Randall's weapon of choice, his trusty Mare's Leg.
Could you imagine giving a toddler today a rapid-fire toy machine gun?
Look at that -- some variety! Superman, a jet fighter, and a baton twirler. Could we finally be done with the Western th--
Nope, I spoke too soon. And we have a bridal dress for a little girl, which seems downright creepy.
At what point does a cup of coffee stop being a cup of coffee? Probably at the point you add caramel brûlée flavoring to it followed by a ridiculous amount of corn syrup and whipped cream on top.
I don't get our country's and society's obsession with oversized, unhealthy, sugar-saturated beverages that are marketed as "coffee." Doctors and the media will list many nutritional reasons for our growing obesity rate -- fast food meals, the high cost of healthy food, and consumption of soda are often cited as some dietary culprits. But confectionary beverages such as the variety sold at Dunkin' Donuts and Starbucks are not to be overlooked. And as far as I'm concerned, most of these can't be considered coffee -- at least not in the traditional sense. A coffee drink should be comprised of freshly brewed java, with some optional dairy and sweetening. How can you even taste the brewed coffee in the drink when it's buried by the flavors of white chocolate and enough sugar to send the healthiest person into diabetic shock?
It used to be the above coffees from General Foods were the start of the flavored coffee craze, in the '80s. I remember these -- they were actually pretty good for instant coffee, and kept things simple.
Today, Starbucks has over 50 current varieties alone of its frozen frappuccino beverage listed on its website. I remember when Starbucks first introduced the frappuccino; I loved them. At that time they were merely slushy frozen coffee made with milk and sugar. Now they have a Red Velvet Cake Creme Frappuccino Blended Creme, a Strawberry Shortcake Frappuccino Blended Creme, and a Cotton Candy Creme Frappuccino Blended Creme. I tried to find the combination that sounded the most sickly sweet and ridiculous; I think the Frappula Creme Frappuccino may be a contender. Here's the description:
White chocolate sauce, milk and ice are blended together then layered on top of mocha sauce and a dollop of whipped cream. Finished with a drizzle of raspberry syrup and whipped cream for a drink so good, it's scary.
You bet it's scary. I'd be scared for my health after sucking one of those down! So basically, it sounds like there really isn't any coffee in this drink -- just different syrup combinations, whipped cream, and sugar. Yay for American tastebuds and waistlines! The calorie content for a 16 ounce grande size of this beverage made with whole milk is 450; I actually thought it would be higher, around the 600 calorie mark. The sugar content is a whopping 56 grams. To put that in perspective, you could have a whole cup of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream which contains 42 grams of sugar for roughly the same amount of calories.
Such beverages aren't coffee; they're desserts. Not to mention these drinks aren't very manly. Could you imagine a man from the '50s, '60s, or '70s drinking such a concoction? What about Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks, who took his coffee black?. "Diane, I sure could use a pick-me-up. I'm on my way to the diner. Nothing quite hits the spot like a Butterfinger mocha with chocolate syrup, almond milk, and extra whipped cream. Damn fine cup of sugary garbage!"
Let's stop this insanity, folks. Just give me a regular ol' cup of Joe, hot during the winter and iced on occasional during the summer. A teaspoon or two of sugar -- depending on the size -- and some milk and cream, thanks.
You've probably noticed that Go Retro has a snazzy new template (cue the theme to The Jeffersons, "We're moving on up!"). It was a long overdue, needed, and timely change, especially considering this is the week we "ring out the old, ring in the new." So to help us all welcome and celebrate a new year, why not play some retro songs that remind us of the holiday and new beginnings? (Note to Prince fans: I'm excluding "(Party Like Its) 1999" from this list because it's overplayed anyway and he doesn't allow his actual recordings to be posted online. Who's the party pooper? Nor will you see Kool and the Gang's "Celebration" here.) Here's five songs that are a little more unique to help us usher in 2016...
"What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" - Ella Fitzgerald (1960)
This lovely song was recently used in a commercial for the college football playoff, of all things, which isn't a bad thing -- it drove a lot of people to YouTube to hear the entire song and get some exposure to The First Lady of Song. It was written in 1947 by Frank Loesser and has been covered by everyone from Fitzgerald to Zooey Deschanel.
"Don't Rain On My Parade" - Bobby Darin (1966)
Does this song seem out of place here? Let me explain...it may not be about New Year's but it is an inspirational, kick-in-the-butt song to grab the new year by the horns and enjoy it. I've mentioned before how my musical hero Bobby Darin lived each day like it was his last because he knew his time on earth would be limited, and there really is something inspiring about his delivery of the Funny Girl song. No offense to Babs Streisand, but I feel like the song was custom-made for Darin and his bravado.
"Ding Dong, Ding Dong" - George Harrison (1974)
All of the Beatles released Christmas songs, but Harrison was the only fab to pay homage to New Year's with the catchy, horns-punctuated "Ding Dong Ding Dong." Plus, those clever lyrics: "Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday." Judging by the video, maybe another line should be changed to, "ring out the old, ring in the NUDE." That George -- I knew there was a reason he's my favorite Beatle!
"Move On" - ABBA (1977)
I bet you thought I was going to include ABBA's "Happy New Year", right? In my opinion, that track is a downer. ("Here we are, me and you. Feeling lost and feeling blue.") C'mon, Benny, Bjorn, Agnetha, and Anni-Frid, you guys can do better than that! Somehow I feel that the inspirational "Move On" is more appropriate to start a new year with.
"Funky New Year" - The Eagles (1978)
I'll be honest -- I feel a bit guilty that I don't like The Eagles -- one of the '70s' biggest bands -- more than I should, and I've always preferred Don Henley's solo work. Having said that, "Funky New Year" makes me want to explore more of their underrated tracks -- it was released as the B side for their more popular single, "Please Come Home For Christmas."
How many of you have quit your New Year's resolutions already? Like most folks, I made my share of serious ones: work out more regularly again, get re-employed, and treat myself well. I know, bor-ing! So why not make some retro-related resolutions? I guarantee not all of these I'm going to be able to keep (some require moolah and others luck) but what the heck; in a perfect world here's what I like to accomplish in 2016, retro style.
Go Roller Skating
One of my favorite childhood activities was roller skating, and I still miss it. There's an old school roller skating rink about a 40-minute drive from me that has an "adult skate night" on Sunday nights -- so no more excuses; this one has my Meetup group written all over it, although I confess I'm a little nervous about falling. Hopefully roller skating is a lot like riding a bike. If they have a Pac-Man arcade game, all the better.
Get Behind the Wheel of Some Vintage Wheels
Every once in a while, I have a dream that I'm driving a vintage automobile, usually a big-ass '70s model with a throaty V8 engine. I don't know how I would do it, but I'd love for once to make that dream a reality.
Date A Man That Reminds Me of Steve McQueen
Without the drinking, drugging, smoking, and philandering.
Watch All 325 Episodes of Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman
The complete series was released on a 38-disc set in 2013; I made it up to episode 15 or so when they were on YouTube for a while. I guess I better get started on this one if I want to complete this resolution before 2017.
Perfect the '60s Cat's Eye Look
Practice makes perfect; I'm getting close to getting it down.
Visit a Diner
I love diners, but the last one I went to had terrible food; have you ever tried lemon meringue pie made with canned, fluorescent yellow lemon filling? Well, don't! I went for the 1950s ambiance that time, but my mission for this year will be to try a diner that actually makes good food -- and has tabletop jukeboxes that actually work. Since there are a few in my state, this shouldn't be that hard to accomplish.
Visit The Pan Am Experience
The plane doesn't actually fly, but you get to play Mad Men for a few hours while enjoying an expensive meal and the groovy '60s/'70s ambiance, and that means there's a required dress code. This one's going to require a windfall or serious employment, so it's more of a bucket list item, but ever since this attraction opened last year I knew I would have to check it out for myself one day.
Once and For All, Finally Learn How To Do the Hustle
Any wedding I'm invited to will never be the same again.
How about you? What retro-related New Year's resolutions are on your list?