Candy Darling, 1972
Fashion photography by Norman Parkinson, 1960s.
Bob Dylan and Sara Lownds
Ella Fitzgerald backstage in France, 1957
Janis Joplin at Woodstock, 1969.
I’m no Star Trek buff, and this post will definitely provoke the ire of anyone who knows his Klingons from his Kazon. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to share my thoughts, after watching the latest film:
1. Is every female member of Star Fleet contractually oblidged to wear a skimpy mini-dress? I know it’s their uniform, but they look like 60s go-go dancers. Hardly professional - or practical! Are trousers not an option? Apparently the future has flying cars, volcano-neutralising technology and perfectly round icecubes - but gender equality in the work-place? Nope! At least put some tights on, I thought it was cold in space.
2. The spaceship’s doctor begins every sentence with the words ‘Damnit Jim!’.
3. The spaceship’s doctor is horrified to learn that, as a spaceship’s doctor, he will be expected to spend some time in space.
4. Why does everyone in the future wear a polo-neck?
5. The idea that Kirk and his crew are duty-bound to protect ‘primitive’ alien races makes me uncomfortable. Why not just call it ‘White Man’s Burden in Space’? Thanks ICCT.
6. An inept teenager is appointed head mechanic just before the Enterprise sets out on its latest, super-dangerous mission. Everyone is surprised when it breaks down ten minutes later.
I’m sorry Star Trek fans! Other than that, it was a really enjoyable film.
Bob Dylan concert poster for his first New York concert, November 1961.