This round of miniskirt images all center around that youthful pastime - the party. In my day (said in a shaky old man voice) we took kegs to the woods or annexed a house with out-of-town parents. Of course, there were always those parents who wanted nothing more than to be "cool" to their kid's friends, and they'd let you drink, smoke and all manner of other illicit activities at their house. My kids aren't quite at that age yet (and maybe they'll never be as stupid as I was), but I can only assume things haven't changed much.
Indeed, generations come and go, but one thing that never changes is youth acting like drunken fools at parties. I would imagine if they had Polaroids back in the Roman or Medieval days, the fashions would be different, but the pictures would look just like these. Just picture the photo above with the boys in leather jerkins and the girls in bodices and farthingales.
The last two pictures are from the same party where they're putting on some serious dance moves.... and it looks as though the girl is getting smacked in the face by the dude in the ascot.
I rather like this one.... mainly because I can't tell what the hell is going on. The the pants of the disheveled character in the foreground are literally in tatters. Did he just get attacked by wolves? What's the story here? Why does the clean cut gentleman in the back get the girl, while this fellow in rags have to be a wallflower? I guess we'll never know.
The guy to girl ratio at this party seems a bit unbalanced. I'm counting four guys, one girl in this picture. I think the appropriate term here is "sausagefest".
New Years 1970
