From April 1965: Whipped Cream and Other Delights

I've always said that 1965 was the best year for music.

Certainly it brought to listeners one of the most iconic records of the decade, if not ever.  Not just for the music, mind you (but oh, that music was fabulous!)...but that sexy, salacious, audacious album cover.

You know the one, because chances are, your parents had this record in their collection, too.

Let's have a cocktail party.  

Put the kids to bed early, put this record on the hi-fi, and put the nibbles on the coffee table.  I hope I made enough rumaki for everyone...

I'll have a vodka gimlet, please, darling.  Will you zip up my new dress?

Now, sweetheart, remember...you promised not to get too tight and argue politics with Stan Facemeyer like you did the other night at the Howards'.  Linda Facemeyer is one of my very best friends, and we hate it when you boys argue.

*DING DONG* Get the door, will you, sweetie?  I can't go out there without my lipstick!

From 1958: What My Alternate Universe Looks Like

This film introduces Boeing 707 jet service on Pan American World Airways.



I long to live in this more civilized world; certainly I was born several decades too late.

On that note, allow me to tell you that I admire the spacious "powder rooms" on this jet the most. Remind to tell you guys sometime about the time Ken and I flew home from Singapore via Tokyo and Minneapolis, 21+ hours of flight time, as I suffered from a raging case of the stomach flu. I started feeling ill in Changi Airport and it all went downhill from there. Even though we were in First Class on all three flights home, it was still miserable.

Papá Noel adora tetas grandes!

"Christmas with the dog lunatic...just for adults"

¡Ai yi yi! Put the kids to bed and put some cocktails in the shaker, because the dog lunatic awaits with some sophisticated holiday fun! ¡Las Pascua de Navidad atractivas para todos!

From my new favorite blog ever, LP Cover Lover.

In This Vintage PSA, Mr. Killjoy Ruins A Perfectly Good Cocktail Party At Sam And Darin Stevens' House

And to think, Mr. Killjoy didn't even mention the handfuls of perfectly legal barbituates the partygoers all downed before they started drinking.

God, I love The Sixties.

From 1924: Anyone For Cocktails?

Double click this magnificent piece for a little taste of a time of elegance and grace that has no place in these callous, crass days.

Sir George Robey