“”In the 1970s, Pittsburgh Pirates right fielder Dave Parker was well known for his power— as a minor leaguer in Charleston, West Virginia, one of his home run balls landed on a passing train and wound up in Columbus, Ohio. In ‘79, an opposing player had difficulty making a relay throw because Parker “knocked the cover off the ball” (he literally ruptured the ball’s seams).
After the Pirates lost two games in a row to the Phillies in ’’76, Parker responded to the mini-slump by wearing a homemade shirt that read “IF YOU HEAR ANY NOISE IT’S JUST ME AND THE BOYS BOPPIN’” in reference to the team’s potent offense.”
This photo is via JDS/2 (straight up one of the best mens/vintage/cool shit blargs on Tumblr right now, go follow if you don’t already!), and I am gonna go buy some iron-on letters to make this t-shirt tomorrow and oh yes, I will wear that shit with a straw hat, cocked hip, and a attitude.
Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg with Charlotte, London 1971 by Tony Frank.
(via everyday i show)
“My mum was right: when you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.” — Jane Birkin (genius)
Photo by Tony Frank, 1970.
(via Kroutchev Planet Photo)
A friend likes to tell how his father, when asked to help fix or explain a problem on the farm where he grew up, would always respond, “Just look at it.” Lee generally says something like this when asked how his photographs work or why he made them. And he means it in the same spirit. First, if you don’t figure it out for yourself you will quickly forget what you discover and it won’t be of any use to you. And second, don’t use somebody else’s way of looking or you won’t see anything. To the close observer, Friedlander even builds in safeguards to keep his audience from seeing his way.
— Rod Slemmons, Lee Friedlander: Just Look At It
Photo: Lee Friedlander, Maria, Katonah, New York, 1972