The document is a collection of captions for photos from an Olan Mills photography studio in the 1970s-80s. It comments on the styles, poses, backdrops and other aspects of the photos in a humorous and sometimes absurd tone. The captions poke fun at dated fashion, hairstyles and photographic conventions from that era. Darker captions also reference tragic historical events or imply disturbing contexts for some innocent-looking family photos.
Wylie Kogan is an aspiring artist, stumping for work in 1963 California. When a fawning fan letter grants him access to his cartoonist hero, the wealthy and celebrated Joseph Ahlstrom, he's quick to take advantage of a proffered portfolio review... but winds up learning more than he ever wanted to about Joe when he stumbles across some of his idol's illicit fetish art.Hi hasty, ill-considered theft of a drawing triggers a series of events he never planned on... most of which involve Joseph's imposing and resolute partner, Roya.
Wylie Kogan is an aspiring artist, stumping for work in 1963 California. When a fawning fan letter grants him access to his cartoonist hero, the wealthy and celebrated Joseph Ahlstrom, he's quick to take advantage of a proffered portfolio review... but winds up learning more than he ever wanted to about Joe when he stumbles across some of his idol's illicit fetish art.Hi hasty, ill-considered theft of a drawing triggers a series of events he never planned on... most of which involve Joseph's imposing and resolute partner, Roya.
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Contents
NOTIONS OF ROLLER-RINK INFINITY
THE HEYDAY OF DAG
IF I COULD PAY YOU LESS, I WOULD
THE GANGSTERS
TO PREVENT FLARE-UPS
BREATHING TIPS OF GREAT AMERICAN BEATBOXERS
TONIGHT WE IMPROVISE
THE BLACK NATIONAL ANTHEM
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FIRST YOU HAD TO SETTLE THE QUESTION OF OUT. When did you get
out? Asking this was showing o�, even though anyone you could
brag to had received the same gift and had come by it the same way
you did. Same sun wrapped in shiny paper, same soft benevolent
sky, same gravel road that sooner or later skinned you. It was hard
not to believe it belonged to you more than anyone else, made for
you and waiting all these years for you to come along. Everyone felt
that way. We were grateful just to be standing there in that heat
after such a long bleak year in the city. When did you get out? was
the sound of our trap biting shut; we took the bait year after year,
pure pinned joy in the town of Sag Harbor.
Then there was the next out: How long are you out for?—and the
competition had begun. The magic answer was Through Labor Day
or The Whole Summer. Anything less was to signal misfortune. Out
for a weekend at the start of the season, to open up the house,
sweep cracks, that was okay. But only coming out for a month? A
week? What was wrong, were you having �nancial di�culties?
Everyone had �nancial di�culties, sure, but to let it interfere with
Sag, your shit was seriously amiss. Out for a week, a month, and
you were allowing yourself to be cheated by life. Ask, How long are
you out for? and a cloud wiped the sun. The question trailed a whi�
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of autumn. All answers contemplated the end, the death of summer
at its very beginning. Still waiting for the bay to warm up so you
could go for a swim and already picturing it frozen over. Labor Day
suddenly not so far o� at all.
The �nal out was one-half information-gathering and one-half
prayer: Who else is out? The season had begun, we were proof of it,
instrument of it, but things couldn't really get started until all the
players took their marks, bounding down driveways, all gimme-
�ves. The others were necessary, and we needed word. The person
standing before you in pleated salmon shorts might say, “I talked to
him on Wednesday and he said they were coming out.” They were
always the �rst ones out, never missed June like their lives
depended on it. (This was true.) Someone might o�er, “Their lawn
was cut.” A cut lawn was an undeniable omen of impending
habitation, today or tomorrow. “Saw a car in their driveway.” Even
better. There was no greater truth than a car in a driveway. A car in
the driveway was an invitation to knock on the door and get down
to the busine ...
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Contents
NOTIONS OF ROLLER-RINK INFINITY
THE HEYDAY OF DAG
IF I COULD PAY YOU LESS, I WOULD
THE GANGSTERS
TO PREVENT FLARE-UPS
BREATHING TIPS OF GREAT AMERICAN BEATBOXERS
TONIGHT WE IMPROVISE
THE BLACK NATIONAL ANTHEM
5
FIRST YOU HAD TO SETTLE THE QUESTION OF OUT. When did you get
out? Asking this was showing o�, even though anyone you could
brag to had received the same gift and had come by it the same way
you did. Same sun wrapped in shiny paper, same soft benevolent
sky, same gravel road that sooner or later skinned you. It was hard
not to believe it belonged to you more than anyone else, made for
you and waiting all these years for you to come along. Everyone felt
that way. We were grateful just to be standing there in that heat
after such a long bleak year in the city. When did you get out? was
the sound of our trap biting shut; we took the bait year after year,
pure pinned joy in the town of Sag Harbor.
Then there was the next out: How long are you out for?—and the
competition had begun. The magic answer was Through Labor Day
or The Whole Summer. Anything less was to signal misfortune. Out
for a weekend at the start of the season, to open up the house,
sweep cracks, that was okay. But only coming out for a month? A
week? What was wrong, were you having �nancial di�culties?
Everyone had �nancial di�culties, sure, but to let it interfere with
Sag, your shit was seriously amiss. Out for a week, a month, and
you were allowing yourself to be cheated by life. Ask, How long are
you out for? and a cloud wiped the sun. The question trailed a whi�
6
of autumn. All answers contemplated the end, the death of summer
at its very beginning. Still waiting for the bay to warm up so you
could go for a swim and already picturing it frozen over. Labor Day
suddenly not so far o� at all.
The �nal out was one-half information-gathering and one-half
prayer: Who else is out? The season had begun, we were proof of it,
instrument of it, but things couldn't really get started until all the
players took their marks, bounding down driveways, all gimme-
�ves. The others were necessary, and we needed word. The person
standing before you in pleated salmon shorts might say, “I talked to
him on Wednesday and he said they were coming out.” They were
always the �rst ones out, never missed June like their lives
depended on it. (This was true.) Someone might o�er, “Their lawn
was cut.” A cut lawn was an undeniable omen of impending
habitation, today or tomorrow. “Saw a car in their driveway.” Even
better. There was no greater truth than a car in a driveway. A car in
the driveway was an invitation to knock on the door and get down
to the busine ...
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6. The Purvis family made several stops along the Oregon Trail to document their six-month journey. This photo was taken just two weeks before the dysentery took Momma to Jesus.
7. I wanted a shot like this for my wedding. The Mrs. said no.
8. It's called a leisure suit, ladies and germs, and if you didn't have one in the early 70s, you were a big fat loser. Mine was teal. I wore it with a silk floral shirt and a long necklace with a football player pendant that we all got at that year's team banquet. I was THE MAN.
9. Once they had two or three, how did they ever find enough time alone to make more?
11. Olan Mills backdrop #4: Bucolic Meadow with Split Rail Fence. Is that an animal carcass behind her?
12. A pose like this will get you kicked right out of the Convention.
13. Oh, this is super. What better way to capture the charm and innocence of a child than to plunk him down amid the coarse trappings of a life lived in pursuit of wealth -- oversized bills, an adding machine and the Wall Street Journal -- and make him sit inside a briefcase? (They probably just fold up the little demon right in there to carry him home.) The finishing touch is the globe, which completes the portrait of the young Antichrist in Chess King vest and Red Goose loafers, plotting his takeover of the world (insert maniacal laugh). That is, as soon as someone changes his poopy diaper.
14. Bobbi isn't the first waitress to fall for her manager, but she and Dale both got fired from Shoney's.
19. And don't miss the First Presbyterian Players as they perform "Godspell" next Wednesday night in the Fellowship Hall. Childcare will be provided. Please bring a covered dish.
22. Olan Mills Backdrop #11: The Library, one of their most popular themes, as seen in this photo of the young Unabomber and his wife.
23. The Library might be more believable if the shelves weren't sloping downhill
24. Olan Mills is all about versatility. The simple addition of a column turns this generic plantation into Tara, where, apparently, someone opened a Hair Cuttery.