Showing posts with label shampoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shampoo. Show all posts
January 21, 2012
November 10, 2011
From 1982: What Might Be The Greatest Single Of The Eighties
This clip is mislabeled as being from 1983; that's not possible, as Fridays stopped airing on October 22, 1982.
Still, it's a magnificent capture of a great live version of this song. Here's Tommy Tutone, with "867-5309 (Jenny)."
I owned this on a vinyl 45; I bought it with some of my babysitting earnings at the Zayre right by my church in the summer of 1982. If I remember correctly, I also bought some Faberge Organics shampoo on that shopping trip, too.
It did not make me look anything like Heather Locklear.
Oh, and my Dad banned Jenny and her phone number after I played the record 12 times in a row. "I don't want to hear those numbers in this house again, Laura Beth," he said. "At least not in that sequence."
Still, it's a magnificent capture of a great live version of this song. Here's Tommy Tutone, with "867-5309 (Jenny)."
I owned this on a vinyl 45; I bought it with some of my babysitting earnings at the Zayre right by my church in the summer of 1982. If I remember correctly, I also bought some Faberge Organics shampoo on that shopping trip, too.
It did not make me look anything like Heather Locklear.
Oh, and my Dad banned Jenny and her phone number after I played the record 12 times in a row. "I don't want to hear those numbers in this house again, Laura Beth," he said. "At least not in that sequence."
January 27, 2011
ici, un poussin français d'époque parle de shampooing son grand a fait une permanente des cheveux.
From 1986.
I used this shampoo and conditioner back in those days. In fact, when I think of it, I think of its wonderful smell coupled with the smell of the girls' locker room after swimming in gym class.
I had really big hair in those days; a really righteous 80s perm that I would have done every couple of months at the JCPenney salon at the Tippecanoe Mall. Then my Mom would take me out to lunch at Wag's Restaurant.
I used this shampoo and conditioner back in those days. In fact, when I think of it, I think of its wonderful smell coupled with the smell of the girls' locker room after swimming in gym class.
I had really big hair in those days; a really righteous 80s perm that I would have done every couple of months at the JCPenney salon at the Tippecanoe Mall. Then my Mom would take me out to lunch at Wag's Restaurant.
January 12, 2011
Pattie Boyd Shampoos Her Hair
She had quintessential Sixties hair, long and blonde and swingy. Pattie always shampooed her hair daily, which was unusual for the times. She then would allow it to air dry.
I've loved you from the moment, I saw you
You looked at me that's all you had to do
I feel it now, I hope you feel it too
Because you're sweet and lovely, girl, I love you
Because you're sweet and lovely, girl, it's true
I love you more than ever, girl, I do
"For You, Blue," by George Harrison
March 19, 2010
From 1965: Too Much Glamour For One Little Shampoo Commercial
The model in this commercial knows that glamour must be achieved no matter what is on her head. Simulated shampoo that looks like the froth atop nuclear waste? Why, make yourself a sudsy hairdo so glamourous, Kenneth himself might have coiffed you! (Having your husband's brains splashed all over your pink suit is NOT an excuse to have raggedy hair, after all.) And you must always remember your faux jewel hair accessory. It makes any hairstyle, even that made of Chemical Froth, extra glamourous.
The Toxic Waste Look is so fabby, the model's "natural" hairstyle ("natural" meaning "23 pounds of hair spray and six hours with a ratting comb") almost disappoints. She did remember to wear her lovely jewel again. Well, after all, Mr. Bigshot Producer is taking her to dinner at The Palm tonight, and then they have tickets to Drat! The Cat! afterward. And maybe if she's very, very good, they'll stop at Sardi's for a drink. That's where all the Theatre People mingle, you know. She's sure that, with her snazzy soft freshly shampooed hair, her jewel glistening just right in the nightlight, she'll get discovered. Maybe a reading for Something Shakespeare. She's always fancied herself a Serious Actress.
Or at the very least, Mr. Bigshot Producer will pay her rent, so that her awful mean married landlord won't remind her, with a sneer and a laugh that betrays no real humor, that "you'll pay, one way or another, either in cash, or I'll...take it out in trade," every time she sees him.
The Toxic Waste Look is so fabby, the model's "natural" hairstyle ("natural" meaning "23 pounds of hair spray and six hours with a ratting comb") almost disappoints. She did remember to wear her lovely jewel again. Well, after all, Mr. Bigshot Producer is taking her to dinner at The Palm tonight, and then they have tickets to Drat! The Cat! afterward. And maybe if she's very, very good, they'll stop at Sardi's for a drink. That's where all the Theatre People mingle, you know. She's sure that, with her snazzy soft freshly shampooed hair, her jewel glistening just right in the nightlight, she'll get discovered. Maybe a reading for Something Shakespeare. She's always fancied herself a Serious Actress.
Or at the very least, Mr. Bigshot Producer will pay her rent, so that her awful mean married landlord won't remind her, with a sneer and a laugh that betrays no real humor, that "you'll pay, one way or another, either in cash, or I'll...take it out in trade," every time she sees him.
February 1, 2010
April 15, 2009
In This 1977 Ad, The Power Of Flowcharts And A Half-Naked Woman Is Utilized To Demonstrate Why A Girl Should Use A Creme Rinse After Every Shampoo
This stuff did smell absolutely fantastic. Nothing like the goo that is marketed as "Herbal Essences" today. (Must everything smell like fruit now?)
No, this was an earthy, woodsy, scent that reminded you of green meadows, of sunshine, of nature. It was gorgeous.
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