Here's another story I need to know. How did these people wind up together, living in a tarpaper shack, trying to survive? Are they a mama and daddy and three kids? You know what gets to me most, though? Somehow, somewhere, they found that boy a pair of glasses. California 1935, photographer Harry Everett Drobish from calisphere
18 giant bottles of Pabst beer, 4 empty on each side. They look a little drunk, but they don't look like they're having a great time - more like all that beer is a chore to get through. What's the story here? Brothers? Where is the photog's share of the beer?
There's nothing about this ad I don't like. The effervescence of the cider. The heartiness of the apples. The copy itself. Supplies still limited but fair distribution offers everyone a share. It works: I want to go out and buy some. And I'm more of a lager guy. UK Cider Ad 1947 from ca1951rr's flickr stream
Waylon took the bus and made it. Buddy took the plane and didn't. A week before, goofing around in a photo booth, neither one knew. This is the kind of ignorance that I call bliss. New York's Central Station 1959 from WITLOX's flickr stream
The look on his face here cracks me up. This is the least glamorous young Elvis photo I have ever seen. Which is why it's one of my favorites. (He's actually eating ice in this shot.)