This has been very 60s month. And while yes, I do feel like I'm getting all senior citizen-y (see: needlepoint), I'm actually referring to the visual research we've been doing at the studio. My eyes have only been grazing on all that is Mod, Parisian, and Optical Art.
I've been loving that era since I was in the womb. Honestly, I was born with my hair in a beehive. My tolerance for the wackiness of the 60s is pretty high. High as a hippy.
Sure, everything from the 60s is ridiculous in a way; Men's turtlenecks, paper dresses, and a love of polyester/plastic. While I've been scouring for inspiration and references, once in a while something truly ridiculous made its way to me.
Such as this beautiful hat:
For those sunny summer days, when you don't need a real hat because your arm is willing to do the work for you.
And there's this lovely ensemble:
Next time, I'm not going to stop after three squares of chocolate. I'm going to eat the whole damn bar, and then put on this dress. 'Yes ma'am, I believe I do have a perfect figure. Well, one leg is more than enough for me.'
And these delightful sunglasses:
I know what you're thinking. But Lady Gaga was born in 1986, she didn't invent this style. It's all registered trademark of the 60s!
And I'd like one of these swim caps for my birthday, please (just in time for beach season):
Nobody will even try to pinch my butt or make fun of my cellulite, because it looks like I'm always watching. (Or sleeping, or meowing, or just... you know, sticking my tongue out).
Now this is a tricky picture:
I feel like.... it's breastnotizing me. But the lack of nipple is jarring.
There, I fixed it. It's a whole new you! You're welcome.
I feel so... alive. I've postmodernized pop art, and the adrenaline rush is unbelievable. I just can't stop.
And on that note, I'll leave you with the delightful game of Orgy:
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