I can't seem to get out of the craft commune vibe lately. Seems like the things that are patchwork make me feel happy. I rebought a nice HORIZON book from Spring of 1968 and found some of these great images of HIPPIES...
I mean these three ladies cover all the bases of "good stuff" You've got the dark black cape witch 60's look- the cool leather mama and the floppy sister of the street look complete with macrame beads
this is the best five dollars I ever spent! Seriously can you imagine that price at the Rose Bowl?
According to my hippie book credo (echoing Socrates) " Do Your Thing" is what they wanted others to hear. After watching ELEPHANT last night and seeing Gus Van SAnts kids on a killing spree--I have to say I wish there were more love children barefoot in the streets.
The tophat guy on the steps was a musician in a band called The Magic Powerhouse of OZ