Yellow Peril
By Izzy
Francesca has drawn Izzy’s attention to a series of mind-boggling pages from J. C. Penny’s 1977 catalog. He doesn’t quite know whether she deserves to be thanked or cursed. Either way, it helped to confirm Izzy’s speculation that the seventies ruined the color yellow forever. Also, why the heck is it ambiguous as to whose hand in the gentleman’s pocket? It’s not as if J. C. Penny has ever aimed for the Bert and Ernie demographic.
November 13th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
what…are those?
November 14th, 2007 at 4:15 am
Are you sure about that Bert/Ernie demo thing, because, let me tell you, those stripes seem *awfully* familiar to me. And now the rubber ducky song is stuck in my head…the german techno version, to boot…
November 14th, 2007 at 11:39 pm
If this is enough to shock Izzie, I must assume his eyes have not yet been blinded by visiting James Lileks’ Institute of Official Cheer.
http://www.lileks.com/institute/dorcus/index.html — it is both horrific and yet hilarious. There have been many crimes committed against men’s fashion.
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:49 pm
Huh, so that’s where my father got his hideous sense of lounge-wear style!
Eep.
June 25th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
It’s still not as horrifying as Sean Connery in a pale blue terry cloth hotpants romper in Goldfinger. My brain is still bleeding from that one.
Also? The guy in the dress totally has his hand in the pocket of Mr. Yellowpants. There’s no ambiguity involved.