I found the above album cover without the record a while ago and have been in love ever since. Last weekend I finally looked up the album online to see what it sounds like. To my dismay it was tacky harmonica standards. Not sexy, false advertising.

Vinicius and Amalia…classic.

lovely.

Finally, the stark, empty frame of an anonymous artist not only informs the empty, shallow, vacant gaze of the decade, but predicts the minimal, mature modern art soon to puzzle museum-goers in droves.
Jim Linderman on Vintage Sleaze

I’ve uploaded more than I had room to post. . . so obsessed I was. You can see the whole gallery here.