That’s all I can manage to say, really. Via.
Not only do we eschew the rules for when to blog holiday stuff…
Not only do collectors of holiday items collect all year long…
But we must present what we find when we find it — especially when it’s goodies for sale.
Plus, as the back of this vintage photo of Iris Adrian reads, “You can come down our chimney anytime, Iris, and no need to wait for Christmas.”
Not to mention that the wreaths that Ida Lupino is shopping for are so fake, they are neither perishable nor time-sensitive. Don’t you just love the idea of a glamorous movie star wearing a fab hat and a mink coat while shopping for kitsch?
A vintage 8 x 10 inch glossy of Joyce Blanche Murray dressed as a bat — if bats actually have or wear images of themselves on themselves. Oh, and if you think it’s too early for the Halloween costumes, there’s no mention of that holiday. After all, this was Hollywood — and this is Kitschy Kitschy Coo. Rules don’t apply.
Press snipe on verso reads:
PERFECT PROFILE AND DANCING FEET
These are the two things that won for pretty Joyce Blanche Murray a long term contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures. Not only is Miss Murray a lovely person, but she holds the world’s endurance record for toe-dancing, almost 17 minutes. She has also stood on her toes for as long as 45 minutes. While doing a dance part in the sensational M.G.M. film, “The Broadway Melody”, she did the “triple-wing,” the “web-foot wing” and the “fast raffle,” the first time these dances have ever been done on the toes. The world-famous dancing instructor, Kosloff, calls her “Joyce of the iron Toes.” And rightly is she named.
I know we’re not really due for another Dames & Dogs post, but this is pretty special! The fabulous “people look like their dogs” bits from Disney’s 101 Dalmatians. Via.
A dame, her dog, and her Mazda. Also her dude. Via.
As a child of the eighties, when I was twelve I walked down the three blocks to the corner grocery store and paid a quarter for a pack of Garbage Pail Kids as often as I had the money — but, time passes, that corner grocery is now a parking ramp and my Garbage Pail Kids card collection is long gone: but where are those Kids today? Bruton Stroube Studios took their cameras to the streets and found out.
I was browsing Facebook on my phone and saw this:
I’m sure the “wedding dredd” is just as fabulous.
Yesterday we went to our first rummage sales of the season, then hit the thrift shops to spend the last of what cash we still had in our pockets. At the Moorhead Thrift Shop I ran across a few choice albums, including this one:
Looks like we’ve encountered a glitch in the Matrix: this young lady is holding the album…that she’s on the cover of, holding the album cover that she’s on. It goes on FOREVER!
There’s apparently a tradition of albums with themselves on the cover, although I don’t believe the recursion has anything to do with the music on the record.
This album also caught my eye because of the weird framing in the image: the woman’s head is really low for a ‘portrait’ — there’s an awful lot of ceiling in the picture. That’s intentional: the album is a promo for Gold Bond Ceiling Tile, as a way of selling acoustic tiles to audiophiles that live in echoy homes. I couldn’t find anything else about this product in particular, presumably because National Gypsum, the maker of Gold Bond tiles, was more interested in selling albums — heck, their advertisements focus more on this album than their product .