I’ve been writing (or not writing) this blog for a year today.
I wish I could find out more information about Zodiac coffee, or the Foltz Tea and Coffee Co. I do like this label, though there seem to be a million and one faux-vintage prints of it for sale online.
I am still a little worn out from Mardi Gras; I’m so glad I didn’t have to work Ash Wednesday.
We walked through our neighborhood, the Marigny, to the French Quarter like we usually do. It has become a moveable street party with tons of people in costume. I look forward to it every year so much.
When we got to the Quarter, we sat on some steps for awhile to watch people go by, and a nice woman passing gave us each a vintage whistle. She said it was a parade throw from the Krewe of Thoth in the early ’60s. You blow through the narrow end, and there is a hole in the circular part. It is tiny, but loud!
What a lucky thing!
I also had my first All That Jazz sandwich from The Verti Marte, and that was an experience! In all honesty, I tend to like things that are flavorful but relatively simple, so I had never ordered the All That Jazz before. It is grilled ham, turkey and shrimp with swiss and american cheese along with grilled mushrooms, tomatoes, and “wow sauce” on grilled french bread.
I do not think it is simply the cocktails I had that made me swoon over this sandwich! It’s really, really good and if you haven’t had one, you should. They say it cures a hangover, but I didn’t have one…maybe it prevents them as well?
As if you have to entice people to visit this place!
So civilized! A motorcoach holiday!
A lovely make-believe world! Ain’t that the truth?
What I wouldn’t give to go back in time for a night at the Roosevelt’s Blue Room!!
Check out the tan lines!
Mr. USA, your phone cord is all tangled up in your jean sh…oh, never mind.
No words are needed; I think the sheer volume speaks for itself.
Don’t ask me. I merely bring these to you in the interest of sociology and history or whatever.
Grace Jones gets her own post. Oh yes.
The article talks about her singing the song I Need A Man, so here’s a TV performance version.
Oh, the 70s, you were so weird and wild and stupid and free.
Sometimes you were kind of gross, too, but I forgive you.
Oh, the 70s, I love you. For all the jumpsuits and shiny faces and disco dresses and heavy blusher, I love you! For all the things that I thought were cool but I was too young to wear, I love you!
This song came out in 1980 but it’s what I hear when I look at these photos. Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion!
At an estate sale years ago, I bought a small stack of After Dark magazines from the 1970s. The cover states it is “The National Magazine of Entertainment.” It’s pretty clear the intended audience was the swingin’-ist, clubin’-ist, pop-culture-lovin’-ist gay and straight people of the time. I’m glad I don’t remember if I bought all of them at that sale, because if I knew I had left any, I’d have to deal with the regret now.
I am declaring this my After Dark Week, with a new post every day. To get started, here are some cover scans: