Remember when our parents taught us to wear sweat clothes in public, get tattoos on our faces and to go out and destroy private property? As a 7 year old, I remember being in the car w Mother, and she said “see that police officer over there, why don’t you go throw a bag of feces on him.” Once I said a complete sentence without using the F Word, and Dad immediately washed my mouth out with soap. I remember when I hadn’t studied and got a bad grade on a math test, Mom and Dad said “that’s not fair! Go over to Mrs. Pumpernickel’s house and break her windows and threaten her children.” I’m glad our parents were Saul Alinsky devotees, and raised us to constantly be offended and to hate and blame others for all of life’s inconveniences. As you can see from the pic below, we were all radical revolutionaries.
Milan? New York? No….Warsaw, Virginia.
In the mid 60s, the center of sartorial dapperness and high fashion. The ” Warsaw Look ” was all the rage from the Champs- Elysees to Rodeo Drive. —