Nothin’ tastier in the morning then to slip on a nice pair of bacon shoes and go about your day. As someone who loves the meaty stuff, this is the perfect way to avoid all that grease and and keep your feet looking crisp and scrumptious all day. I have bacon bandages, bacon scarves, designer bacon everything, but the printing is so cheap on most of it it just looks like pink and red wavy stripes. But on these Keds it actually looks like the real thing.
This starts out looking like a performance in a dinner theater and quickly spirals into something out of “Hair”. Between ‘costumes’ from much earlier in the ’70s than when my song came out and the exceedingly Caucasian phrasing of the lyrics and choreography this is, in a Kitsch lovers universe, a stupendous rendition of “September”.
If you live in Los Angeles, come to Ghettogloss on Monday night, September 21 (“Do you remember the 21st night of September?”) for a party commemorating the opening of The Allee Willis Museum of Kitsch featuring karaoke versions of this song that changed the course of my career. Hopefully, you’re as skilled as the folks who took the stage at Abilene High.
Introduced as the Alka Seltzer slogan in 1972, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing” became one of the most popular colloquialisms of its day. Glorified here as an iron-on embroidered fake fur patch, including a fake Rolling Stones tongue, this proclamation appeared everywhere from t-shirts to comedy sketches throughout the early 70’s.
Made by Rayberg Supply Co. of San Carlos, CA. the ‘Pik a Pocket’ fashion accessory didn’t go near any of my jeans – I always knew I ate the whole thing – but was slapped on many a more delicate bellbottom around the world.
The slogan roared back briefly in 2005 when Alka Seltzer trotted out Peter Boyle in his “Everyone Loves Raymond” Frank Barone character to moan and groan post food inhalation.
Yes, the name and graphic are fantastic but couldn’t they have spent a little more time thinking about their target customer before they named the shade “Off Black”?! I’m pretty sure what shade the marketing guy at the Standard Hoisery Co. of Brandon, Miss. was… Not to mention that ‘pantyhose’ is one word.
Classic and prototypical 50’s sports shirt, a prized possession of mine, worn only for the finest relaxing weekend occasions. Not a rip, stain, snag or anything on this honey. I’m not a fisherwoman but this vintage Catalina, the King of Atomic Age casual shirts, is the Katch O’ The Day for sure.
Look how proud “I’m The Chef” is of his well seasoned steaks! This apron is speckled with the residue of much pit grease but it makes me think of my father who faithfully grilled every Sunday, making certain that vegetarianism was the one socially conscious practice I could never embrace (without a provision for T-bone Sunday).
In 1968, not only did Julia become the first African American career woman on television but Diahann Carroll became the first African American lead ever in a TV series. Although it was dismissed by some for not being political enough and reflecting a more radical Civil Rights stance, Julia ran for 86 episodes and is credited with breaking the color barrier on television.
I loved Julia most for all the memorabilia it spawned. In addition to the pull string talking doll I have the 3’x4′ promo poster that accompanied it’s release in 1970, three Viewmaster reels, Colorforms and four lunchboxes.
There’s another version of this doll called Julia Twist that turns at the waist and comes with a very elegant wardrobe. I used to own her but I twisted her too far and now am left with only upper Julia and lower Julia. The outfits, all Barbie fashions, had names like Brrr-Furrr, Candlelight Capers, Leather Weather and Pink Fantasy and could be added to both Julia dolls, instantly turning the reserved medical assistant into a bumpin’ party gal.
Brrr-Furrr red: Candlelight Capers:
These little socklets were made by Bonnie Doon in 1972 after Billie Jean won her fourth Wimbledon win and became the first female athlete to win $100,000 in a single year. Billie Jean was one of the first female athletes ever to stack up endorsement deals, the first being Alice Coachman, an African American athlete who won a track and field gold medal in the 1948 Olympics and snagged a deal with Coca-Cola.
I know I missed the Wimbledon Woman’s Finals by one day but I would have been remiss had I not featured the death defying peanut butter and bacon hot dog recipe yesterday for the 4th. These Billie Jean sun socks soak up all the foot gunk produced pounding the court as well as all the toxins sweating out after an indulgent hot dog feast.
Kitsch konnoisseurs live for artwork like this, especially when on a garbage can. Companies too cheap to pay for the real thing but desperate to cash in on trends with generic look-a-likes, in this case David Cassidy meets Andy Gibb with a splash of Davy Jones type guys with superwiiiide bellbottoms, Victorian shirts and Beatles meet John Kennedy hair helmets grown moppier for the 70’s, all pasted on top of psychedelic oil blobby color stripes that represented a totally different kind of music than these kind of guys sang. Add to that numbers printed on the can that make no sense – 68, 44, 99, what?! – as if the art director was trying to add some pop and didn’t know where else to go. All the more perfect to throw your garbage in!
I love USPO Priority Mail envelopes because they’re made of that non rip, indestructible material that you could lose your teeth trying to open. So it only makes sense that this practical and functional envelope be used as fabric for a hat or any other garment for that matter. Made entirely of one envelope with a black mesh top it’s light, keeps the one side of my hair in check and looks sharp on top of it!
I’m always a fan of things being used for purposes other than for which they were created. It’s the ultimate recycling.
