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Okay. Nobody notices a skeleton in a purple jacket making notes in a ledger not 10 feet from the stage? Most of these dames seem to be looking directly at him. But they don’t seem too upset that Mr. Death is jotting down notes in his little book. maybe he’s a judge? I have not seen many beauty pageants but I don’t remember any of the judges looking like this fellow. Of course I guess this is how it got the tag line of “Weird fantastic Tales”. I would say this one falls under weird. Can we add creepy. I guess creepy is a given. You got to admire the way they constantly found an excuse to put scantily clad women on the covers of these things regardless of the story contained within. I doubt any of the stories covered this situation. I guess that’s part of the fun.

Masto.

The modern kitchen. Well at least the modern kitchen circa 62 or so. The clear glass oven doors. The gauge panel along the top that looks like it came out of a B-52. And the slide out burners. Since I have never seen that feature on a stove, ever, I imagine it looked a lot better on paper than in real world daily usage. But it least it’s inventive. Much better than the boring ass stainless everyone seems to want in their kitchens now. Even if you didn’t have the appliances to give away the date here all you needed to do is take a quick peek at the lady of the house going about her household regimen. When was the last time you saw your wife or girlfriend preparing dinner in a knee length dress, pumps and an apron. And I’m not talking heating stuff up on a major holiday, I mean a Wednesday night in June. Of course I don’t remember any women I knew growing up doing that either.

Masto.

In all the ads I have seen this is the only one I have ever seen for Kellogg’s Oks. And for good reason. Sure we’ve all seen Raisin Bran, Fruit Loops, Frosted Flakes, and the rest. But Ok’? That’s because this has got to be the worst name ever. After a quick Wikipedia search it looks like they have only discontinued about 2 dozen cereals in their 100+ year operation. How did they come up with that name. “So Bob how do they taste?” “Well…. they’re Ok.” seriously did they find “Alrights” or “Fair to Middlin’s” just didn’t have the same ring. Why didn’t they just call them “Mediocres” or “Run of the Mills”. Come on you want to move a product they should have called them “Greats”, “Goddamn Amazings”, or “Fan-effing-tastics”. Even using Yogi Bear couldn’t polish this turd. Even offering kids a 50¢ mug so they could pretend to drink their milk out of Yogi’s decapitated head couldn’t save this idea. Somebody lost their job over this.

Staying crunch even in milk.

Masto.

#37 in the Blurry Photo Series. Collect them all! Or at least see the rest here.

Masto.

Roger Corbeau shot this photo of Briget Bardot in 1958 on the set of “La femme et le pantin”. He was a still photographer for the bulk of French film makers in the mid century. His portraits are just about always stellar. But what draws me to Corbeau for this weeks image is that I can’t help feeling like we have lost our way when it comes to proclaiming the “hot”, “it” girl of today. Sorry but the bimbo d’jour the media stuff down our throats now are hardly the caliber of a Bardot. Or a Grace Kelly or a hundred other women I could name from 50 years ago. I mean, come on, these new “it” girls and their ilk are just lacking.

Now you kids get of my lawn!

Masto.