sixties beat

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
—  On the road, Jack Kerouac

Mod discotheque in London
Dancers at the opening night of Sybilla’s discotheque in Swallow Street, London, 22nd June 1966. Among the dancers are singer and manager John Gaydon, socialites Jane and Victoria Ormsby-Gore, daughters of Lord Harlech, Ingrid bett and Sybilla Edmonstone, after whom the club is named. The club is part-owned by George Harrison of The Beatles. Photo by John Downing (Daily Express)

  • Vintage Creepy is the best kind of creepy.
  • Nothing beats Victorian houses with peeling paint and scuffed wood floors with leaves.
  • Nothing beats crows that are nestled in twisted trees above cream colored VWs.
  • Nothing beats girls with Twiggy eyelashes, and colorful shift dresses, standing among eroded tombstones.
  • Nothing beats harmless Sixties-pop tunes playing ominously from dark rooms.
  • Nothing beats that stuff.