I mean the way past. While going through an old college yearbook, looking for an original photo for Helga's ArtChix challenge of making an Twinchie using only black and white, I began noticing things. This wasn't my college yearbook, mind, but one from 1926. In 1926, people were much smaller, and they were much less blonde. And much whiter. At least at Oklahoma City University. The girls all had short hair, and (at least on picture day, but I'm betting most other times too) managed that Marcel wave beautifully. The boys all looked about 40.
Here's the Twinchie I created with Miss Vivian Wright, who was the arts editor on the university newspaper. Maybe she'd appreciate being used this way decades later.
The clock gear rotates, and those skinny white things are cat whiskers.
I made a couple other, more uban/edgy pieces as well:
But what also happened, is I became somewhat capitvated by another photo in that yearbook. One fellow didn't look 40, or goofy, or quite cast from the same mold as the others. He looks a lot like a character in a story I've been working on, sporadically, about a woman who meets the ghost of young man from the late 20's.
Yes, this mysterious man is my character: