NEW YORK CITY—An office party, 1966. © Leonard Freed / Magnum Photos
Slate has put up a really interesting photo slide show invoking the “Mad Men” era, to help us all get psyched up for the season premiere coming Sunday.
This is but one. I urge you to go view the whole package. And check out other excellent archival images from Magnum Photos.
Oh, and in case you wondered, fans — working at an ad agency is just like that. Only without the smoke.
All the smoke and restrictive clothes makes me glad this is a long-gone era.
All that smoke makes my eyes itch and my lungs close up….
bud – are you a nudist or something? It’s a shame people don’t dress nicely these days. I personally lament the decline of hats.
bud prefers the black sweatpants, wife-beater style undershirt, and velcro style dress shoes look. Gotta be comfortable when going to church.
I love hats. I wore one with a veil–very Ilsa– back when they were having a moment in the late disco era. A hat with a brim casts flattering shadows and covers a multitude of hair issues, not to mention providing sun protection. The stupid pillbox numbers of the sixties, not so much.
So you’re not the one about whom Dylan wrote these lines?
“You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances
On a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat…”
I loathe leopard skin/print–it reminds me too much of the stereotypical crazy lady in 60s and 70s TV and Victoria Roberts’ cartoons…and that character LaVerne Cher played on the Sonny & Cher show — leopard print unitard…..
I’d like a nice Tilley hat for the lake this summer. I’ll have to drop by Mast and pick one out…
Mast has great stuff!
@Kathryn – Or any Jewish woman on television. I think it’s required that they own at least one leopard print item and must wear it every other day.
Mast = Walmart for yuppies.
I worked at an ad agency as an artist for three months and it seemed like three years. But then, the people in charge were certifiable. When their checks started bouncing, I took home office furniture in trade. Then the boss and his secretary disappeared with all the account money. He reappeared 20 years later as a minor player in the Jonathan Pollard spy scandal.
@ Burl – I’ve never worked anywhere that bounced my paycheck, that must have been harrowing to say the least. I hope they at least had some decent furniture…