girls of summer

(from here.)

Who else is bringing back colored barrettes, needlework blouses, and drinking slightly warm, canned beer in a parking lot?maybe a little Skynard playing in the background?

Cybil in the Last Picture Show

Pleated shorts never looked so good.

Bustier halter tops, winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a deep seated desire to be the baaaaaaad girl for once? Are you writing this down?

or you could go the Heavy Metal Parking Lot route, keep it casual and opt for ratted-out hair, DC 101 shirts(202 represent!), full-length leopard catsuits, and public inebriation . . .

Extra Credit:

Dennis Hopper was a photographer. I especially like the photos he took of women in the 1960's; it always looks like it's summer and brings to mind the thing Raymond Chandler once wrote:

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husband's necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.




See more of his work here.

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