American Denim: A New Folk Art
Before we get to the book review, please be aware that some images contain nudity–there’s butt, boobs, and one embroidered bush, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Somebody actually cut a picture of a jacket pocket into the shape of a pair of pants. 1975, folks.
Right away, you can see why I had to show you this book.
Most of the stuff inside inspired three thoughts, in this order:
- That’s really ugly.
- That must have taken forever.
- I bet you can’t wash that.
Here are some highlights:
Our young model will be all the rage at punk shows, with her pants covered in sequins and zippers. The macrame necklace is a nice touch.
The horror so horrid, they show it to you twice: a shirt covered in hands. But just the sleeves and shoulders.
This artist saw Manos: The Hands of Fate and said, “Yeah, but what IF..”
These pants are apparently based on the garden of Eden. I do not know what is going on with that tree on the ass of the jeans.
This is a front panel on a denim jacket. There’s a similar lady on the other side. Do you think someone once wore this in public, with pride?
Here we have pants made out of tiny pieces, because apparently pants that fell apart as soon as you stuck your leg in them were an artistic statement.
There are a lot of ass shots in this book. This is the best one, though.
This poor model has grown barnacles. They are awaiting scraping.
And lastly, tits surrounded by raw meat. I guess that’s an iron-on? But, just.. why?
This book is absurdly expensive on Amazon, your best bet if you need more terrifying weirdness is a library sale or something.