When I was a kid I remember when dad would park his car at the back of the house at night time and as we walked back to the house he would stop an pee in the garden!, not as daft as it sounds as he was adding Nitrates to his Rhubarb, so I would join in accordingly. That was about as sophisticated my life was in Coventry at the end of the sixties; but apparently not so in America, as I am enjoying in the annals of some magazines Emma brought me back from Los Angeles.
The 1967 editions of 'LOOK' magazine are full of wonders, I am stuck between deciding which Scottish whisky to drink, 'Walkers delux Burbon' or 'Ballentines'? or which american cigarette 'Pall Mall' or 'Salem Menthol' perhaps?, even the japs were sneaking in then with the '67' Toyota Corona at $1760. Along with amazingly lustrous ads for a triple spread Pontiac Firebird in a maroon colour. These magazines were not celebrity obsessed as you might think, and theres a wonderful feature on 'Disposable elegance' in the march 67 issue, its all about paper clothing, and right in the middle of the shot is non other than Mr Steven McQueen in a forest green suit, a mere snip at $150.00 by new york Tailor Horst.
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