now I realize that no one can say I look cute without being squicked out suddenly, so this thread can end here if you like, but it's still sorta funny. how much more preppy could my cousin be? none more preppy.
No, to everyone's astonishment you look like a typical, healthy twelve year old. And is your cousin actually wearing jodhpurs?
I've posted this before, but while we're putting up unrecognizable pictures. I'm on the right of the tall guy with the beard and moustache.
how much more preppy could my cousin be?
She could have an Add-a-Bead necklace.
I do think you're recognizable, in that kid-to-adult kind of way. Your facial structure is distinctive, and that hasn't changed.
2: I think just slightly baggy khakis. she certainly wore plenty of jodhpurs going fox-hunting, though. she is a lovely person IRL.
I often dressed equally preppy, I must confess.
That sweater really is a moment in social history.
fair-isle...hearts! my sister's has hearts too...
I was very pleased with that dress at the time. I think it was super-discounted at lord and taylor, the now-defunct D.C. department store.
Another vote for "recognizable".
she certainly wore plenty of jodhpurs going fox-hunting, though.
Go on.
10: like, "I should take it down" recognizable or just "knowing what you look like now it's" recognizable?
12: In Manhattan, it does. I've never been inside.
oh, huh. I must have been thinking of another department store from D.C. that did go under...
I can't recognize anybody, but how should I. My wife had the same sweater as your cousin had. I've seen pictures.
14: Having met you, recognizable. But I'm not dead sure what the concern would be that would make you take it down.
Only old picture of myself that I can remember seeing online. With my eyes closed, my first boyfriend, and my awesome fashion sense.
14: More the latter. Anyone who reads unfogged and knows you well enough to recognize the resemblance has probably surmised your seekrit identity already anyway.
19. Are you foreground or background?
I don't think there are any pictures of me at 12 online, but I looked more comical at 17 anyhow.
Threads like this remind me to be happy that I come from a broken (and, pre-break, neither organized nor particularly sentimental) home. Even I don't have any pics of my awkward worst.
There may be a feature film, but the series of over. Thanks for watching.
Well, Al at 12 does actually look the spitting image of a picture of her mom she posted once in another venue... but that was a while back.
Unrelated aside: you can get the boy out of the country, but you can't get the country out of the boy. I love North Carolina.
Leave the Christmas tree alone, Kiefer.
Looking at those shoes in the OP reminded me of Tasseled Loafered Leech.
An awesomely punk rock photo of helpy-chalk floated across Facebook the other day.
BTW, alameida: Robert Reich name-dropped Bluffton yesterday.
16, 34: And somewhat more recently Woodward & Lothrop, a.k.a. Woodies.
15, 16: There's also one in Friendship Heights, so they haven't even abandoned DC.
19. Are you foreground or background?
Foreground, in the fedora. I bet you're making a joke, though.
3: I'm on the right of the tall guy with the beard and moustache.
LB, where was that taken? I had a friend at the No. 6 Club at MIT and this group is vaguely similar....
Pika, another MIT living group. I think that's December 89.
Less blurry, younger. I'm in the Escher shirt.
Ahhh, what the hell. Since all the cool commenters are doing it, here's me at 17.
At 17, I had big hair and glasses that were probably at least five years out of style.
I had an entirely different Escher shirt.
You were all a bunch of mustacheless freaks.
There is only one picture of me with a mustache. I had one only for about five minutes.
Not a cool commenter. But, me at 17.
I put my aged 16 photo in. Next youngest one I have is at (I think) 9. Next oldest at 21. There are others in existence but I don't have them.
I put in a 22 and a 16. Lot of hair.
I believe I'm 14 in this one. Or thereabouts.
57: That picture is six kinds of priceless.
OMG I love you lord castock.
also, upthread, ron paul wouldn't actually have to do much extra explaining in bluffton, it being relatively leftier than surrounding areas, but of course all the black people in S.C. vote democratic and no one pays them any mind, so. my dad is totally receptive to the legalize pot and stop invading other countries message.
Knecht has a little teo. Nathan has a lot of awesome.
I couldn't help but add this, myself at 17 in headphones and socks. Of course there are more dignified photos ... somewhere.
I thought that bolo tie was soooo badass. And you can totally tell.
me, seated in 1982 or so, 15 or 16. Straight hair.
62: Sweet. And 60 is great, too. Love the way k-sky did it up for prom.
Long-time commenters have already seen it, but here's me at about 17.
Long-time commenters have already seen it, at meet-ups but here's me at about 17.
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If I'd known it was going to be that kind of meetup...
60: k-sky, I'd been about to ask whether those glasses for prom were for real, but they seem to appear in roughly the same guise at age 14, so I guess so.
Yeah. The glasses and braces were not particularly period-accurate.
(Renting a costume proved to be no more expensive than renting a tuxedo -- and for Elisa, much cheaper than buying a dress.)
Those of you who are younger have an advantage in all this, since your photos are likely digital from the get-go. I've scanned only a limited number of things from ages past. Boo.
This thread is so much fun.
Temporarily making this time-lapse video of my childhood publicly viewable.
Slow version if you need more Heebie here.
Those of you who are younger have an advantage in all this, since your photos are likely digital from the get-go.
Likely not the case with this crowd, actually. The picture I linked in 68 is a scan.
The quality in 74 seems hugely terrible. I swear it's better quality film than that. I can't figure out why it is so hard to see.
76: Right? My sister is wearing an "Abbie Lives" T-shirt -- it was a memorial picnic for Abbie Hoffman on the Delaware River, where he had done enviro activism toward the end of his life. I had started my sixties obsession, and knew vaguely who Ginsberg was, but my dad was a genius to get that picture.
My funny "that's YOU?!" picture is from when I was 19. I had shoulder length hair in a jewfro and a full beard and though I'm not sure you can see them, some earrings. And I'm wearing tie dye I think. I don't think I can link it bc it's on Facebook and probably not public. I'm tempted to put it on the feed because I do look pretty silly.
Hrm, I have a huge gap in photos from about age 12 to 16. Though I guess that's not really a huge gap.
because I do look pretty silly
Dude, have you been reading the thread? Do it!
78: New Hope! We've already bonded over the Now and Then shop, right?
Yes, I went back to the original and the quality is much, much better. What the hell?
High quality version. Includes slow, and then fast one comes after, at 3:35.
82: I believe we have. The poor head shop has been lost to the sand of Then, correct? I visit my dear old da in Lambertville from time to time but I haven't walked around New Hope in many years.
79: I just downloaded mine from FB and uploaded it to Photobucket. Easy-peasy, instant humiliation.
What a difference 5 years makes: me at 22. On the other hand, at a piano recital, age 9 (? 10?) seeming grudging about the whole thing, perhaps due to the outfit. Maybe I didn't like the teacher.
I don't have any old, scanned photos of myself and am too lazy to look now. Instead, here's somebody I went to grade school with.
Doing this on my phone is a bit tricky. Flickr's mobile app doesn't have groups, for example. Anyway...
90: That naturally curly hair thing took a while to embrace! It was hell during the 80s, I tell you what, when we ladies were all trying to look like either Farrah Fawcett (RIP) or Linda Rondstadt.
Lord Castock, your awesomeness has inspired me to upload this: juniors, we were waiting for our dates to pick us up for the senior prom. Note, if you will, what I believe to be a friendship bracelet peeking out from beneath my cuff.
Parsion at 22, without the shades
93: Kid on the left looks like he's been hittin' the sauce a little early.
89: Who's the guy sitting on him?
Dreamy, Smearcase. You undersold that.
Damn, it's a shame my prom pictures are lost somewhere. I inadvertently dressed up as the Statue of Liberty, strapless variety. All I needed was a torch and a tablet.
Are we supposed to know how to see Castock's newly uploaded photobucket album from the URL in 57?
91: My name is Yauch and I'm throwin' the yolk
97: he went on to rehab and then Emory, which seemed ill advised at the time. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you're right that he was already drunk or high. Of that quartet, he was by far the nicest. I think k-sky knows one of the other people in that picture. And it's possible that several people here know the other other person.
Thanks, k-sky and LB. I realized as I was putting it on Flickr it's mostly the hair that's silly and otherwise it's a pretty good picture because I'm 19 and 19-year-olds don't yet have permanent dark circles under their eyes and shit.
101 made me laugh in the out-loud fashion.
106: Hah, yes! Never would have recognized him from that, but a quick google image search reveals that he looks much the same. (I also thought you knew him from college, not HS.)
Me at 12 or 13. (Second from right.) We're on our way to a Cure concert--although at that phase I was wearing somewhat similar clothes most of the time. (I don't know where I got those tights, though.)
I just saw Nathan's picture at 49. Truly awesome.
We're on our way to a Cure concert really makes me wish I could see the picture.
113 gets it right. I've never had a Yahoo account and I'm not going to start now.
113: Yeah, I need to have Armsmasher update my email address on Flickr. Or just reclaim the password for my other email. Or sit around being disappointed and staring off into space.
114-15: not that matters, but it seems like the nice people, the people who don't want anyone to feel left out, uploaded their pictures to photobucket and then linked to the images there.
The woman who has a shrub instead of hair is ready to rock out. (I wish that shrub had been topiary.)
I guess she has both hair and a shrub, if you want to get technical about it.
The woman who...
Remember, we're all around 12 or 13 in this picture. Creepy, but true.
111: Does the woman on the left have some kind of topiary arrangement on top of her head?
113-115: On the Flickr pool thing, yeah, I'm going to disappear my pics from my open Flickr account shortly - they're in the pool.
I'm not at home and I think I might have to go to my parents' house to find pictures of me when young, but it turns out the internet does contain one picture of me at 17.
I have the keys to the flickr site. Email me. Although I'm going to bed now.
Does it still require a yahoo account? It just takes an email address to add someone.
I found my yearbook in pdf on the internet. Now I'm full of nostalgia and such.
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My vote: Lord Castock is winning the thread.
123: While both your hair and your shirt were bigger.
I like that there's a whole 501(c)(3) nonprofit whose website is, from my point of view, dedicated to preserving awkward high-school pictures of friends and acquaintances of mine.
93 is indeed made of win.
103: There's really nothing else in the album, just that photo.
111: I hope it's not creepy to say that the friend standing on your right was a stone-cold fox.
128: That was a lot of hair. Extrapolating, I can only conclude that within a month or so, I will have no hair at all.
This has been the most enjoyable thread here in quite some time.
137 is so right it's heebie right.
It's as though the Snowy Owl thread meant nothing to you people.
I liked the Snowy Owl thread, Stanley.
I'd like to make explicit the contrast between 136 and 35.
I had to check which one was the Snowy Owl thread -- this place has been ridiculously busy lately. I hope nothing important has happened.
The bigger the lenses, the better your vision.
144 is downright rakish, man, yet hip, yet I confess I burst out laughing, yet I'm sure I have no respect.
Young Josh is in the running against Castock's bolo tie.
'70s rampant. Cropped to protect the semi-innocent. A little older than others here (19 I think), apparently I if there are any pre-college pictures of me they are at my parents.
144 is pretty badass, it's true. I may have to bust out the face-painting pictures.
Me at 18. You may recognize me from Sixteen Candles.
151: Oh, do. I used to paint my face with a purple and green lightning bolt! True, I did that along with face-painting duties for the kids at the municipal library's annual book fair, so I didn't invent it for myself, but the kids seemed to think it was as interesting an option as balloons or flowers on your face, so a person had to give it a go. Be freee! and all that.
Life was more interesting back in the day, seems like.
137: This has been the most enjoyable thread here in quite some time.
To cement that, urple needs to use it to tell us what an actual plumber said. We'll be fascinated with you, not at you, urple.
Sadly I don't have anything period appropriate scanned or even handy for scanning.
Stormcrow, you looked good, and I want that shirt.
I keep thinking VW's shot is from his stint as a local news, sports and weather anchor baby, and that they're on their way to the local Emmys, rather than prom.
152: Did the light go on when you pulled your elephant's trunk? Wait ... that's not right.
I don't know if my diocese still does this, but when I was growing up our church would hold a special blessing for Easter baskets on Easter Saturday for Eastern European families. Every year, from infancy to 18, my sisters and I would wear folk costumes from the region where my dad was born. We would take the food to be blessed and then return to my grandparents' house for an Easter egg hunt.
Baby Robot
Robot Sisters
Sister and Robot at 14 and 16
Life was more interesting back in the day, seems like.
You could paint your face with a purple and orange lightning bolt tomorrow.
Purple of any kind is so yesterday, redfox.
153: Ask and ye shall receive: aged 12 or 13 (note my buddy on the left inventing the Heath Ledger Joker look well before it was cool), and another from age 14-ish (posing with the first girl I ever madly loved). The record shows that face-painting was some sort of thing with me, which I totally do not remember at all.
Oops, there's that second link.
163, 164: Lovely weirdo.
Why Stanley should be mortified at 159 is beyond me.
166.2: I look like a total toolbag, parsi. Bleached punk-rock-wannabe hair and all.
Me at 16. The DeSoto is an eye-bleeding hyper-bright red.
http://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nJ5yel_BjoE/RuWhqjasuoI/AAAAAAAAACk/vOsIP7arwfo/s1024/Desoto56.jpg
Looks like I was taking things too seriously at age four, perhaps I was worried that my braids were off-kilter.
167: You look like an album cover, it's true. But dude, did you see my red-striped socks, and the giant headphones (which were the style at the time)? I don't see the comparison.
Off to bed.
166.1: "I listen to the jazz greats. You've probably never heard of them."
Honestly, in view of the life I went on to lead (starting in high school), the innocence of those photos is in some ways a bit heartbreaking. I find it hard to look at them.
168 is indeed super-awesome. It's intriguing how, seeing childhood pictures, I feel like I can picture older versions of them. Biohazard is the most striking example, but I also feel I could reasonably guess that the girl in 170 grew into quite a bombshell.
Fantastic, I hadn't looked at this thread for ages and have just sat and gone through all the photos. I love them all. And (a younger, less creepy me might well) quite fancy JP.
There's a picture of me wearing a pair of glasses with lenses completely out of proportion to my size, but the smallest they could make for my prescription. I was probably between 10 and 12, as I got contacts shortly after that and never went back to full time glasses. I don't have it scanned or plans to scan it.
113 gets it right. I've never had a Yahoo account and I'm not going to start now.
You know you can log in with a google account?
OK, in for a penny, in for a pound: here's me at age eight.
awwww, knecht!
I thought lord castock had it wrapped up, but then stanley busted out the real deal, and then biohazard came out of nowhere...I don't know anymore...
I'd like to make explicit the contrast between 136 and 35.
Of course, once in college, I got much hairier.
This ran on the front page of the sports section of the local paper. It was huge, and everyone I knew cut it out and taped it to their fridge.
I'm on the right.
I stuck up a few more so people could see braces. and evil stepdad!
152: Hey I had that sweater. Well, we all had that sweater, I suppose.
178: I move that apo's ginger mullet be declared the 8th wonder of the world.
Well, we all had that sweater, I suppose.
I didn't have it, but a boy I had a crush on did.
185: You think? I think of Bill Cosby sweaters as being more loudly geometric. I've always thought of that one Blandings and my crush had as 'that L.L. Bean sweater,' though we recently saw a handyman at our neighborhood Irish pub wearing one, and Tweety said he thinks of it as 'that Irish sweater.'
Nah, BC had those multi-colored sweaters -- I don't remember who made them but they were hideous and expensive. Blandings is modeling the LL Bean Norwegian somethingorother sweater, which also came in a burgundy and a hunter green. I had the navy.
You're right about the core Cosby sweater being color blocks, but I'm pretty sure that he literally wore something very close to that exact sweater. White dots on blue.
The one in 45 was posted on Facebook by one of my friends, but I think it's a William Eggleston outtake.
Google tells me that blue and white thing is the "iconic" or "classic" L.L. Bean Norwegian sweater.
Thanks to the internet's continual ability to show just who has way too much free time, somebody made a reference to check with.
Hmm. I may have been remembering this one, which on inspection isn't all that close. I do have to remind myself that I don't have a visual memory at all.
I've just been looking for photos of me - the only ones of me in my teens that I can find here are in a small album from when I went to Canada when I was 15. I really can't bring myself to put any online - I have really sticky out ears, and for a year or two, aged around 13/14/15 I somehow didn't care, and had my hair cut really short. And then I came to my senses. So, no, not sharing!
I did find a photo of my mum with a perm though, about 5 years after I would have said she'd given up the curly hair, so that was a bonus.
I'm trying to decide if I should scan any old pictures of myself -- I don't think I have any others online. I don't keep a lot of pictures, though, and I don't think any of the ones I have are funny.
Ridiculous-looking photos are the entire point of the exercise, asilon.
This is like the "showing butts" game, and after everyone else has shown theirs, one person is refusing.
Two, actually. My excuse is I have nothing digitized and no scanner. I'm not sure I'd show my hippy picture anyway.
Speaking of sweaters, Ms. Stormcrow seems to have finished The Dude/Big Lebowski sweater (sized for one of the kids)--so it will appear in the pool when an appropriate model is found.
It seemed to have been a bit more stressful knitting than usual, judging by the number of times in the last few weeks a random question from me was answered with "twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four!" in a strident and determined voice until I went away.
Ridiculous-looking photos are the entire point of the exercise...
Well, in that case.
We had that same paneling in our den/office.
It was 1976ish. I think that paneling was required by law.
(I'm not sure what year because I'm not sure how old I am there. Looking at kids and knowing the difference between 2 and 3 or 5 and 7 is one of those things I'm amazed people can actually do.)
smearcase is so cute I might fall over.
And I concur with oudemia's 204.
Could be 5, but probably not older. And yes, adorable.
I'd say three years old. By four, the head isn't usually that big in relation to the shoulders.
My parents' house (built 1977) has panelling with more texture to it, and not quite as slick a finish. An interior decorator painted it off-white several years ago, and it actually doesn't look bad.
208: He could just be unusually big-headed.
194: I really can't bring myself to put any online - I have really sticky out ears
In this thread you're trying to tell us these photos would be too awkward? I'm afraid I must call shenanigans.
Oh, we're doing CUTE pictures now? Beat this!
N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nineteen. And surly!
Yeah I was not big on having my hair cut, my mother tells me, and not pleasant about it.
214: One of those chairs seems to be missing an arm. What's up with that?
213 214: That is pretty fucking cute hot.
It's sort of Alanic that I'm posting baby pictures since there is nothing in the world I like less than baby pictures but I like the typewriter.
214 killed me. Your high school put on a particularly grim production of Follies?
Oh, we're doing CUTE pictures now? Beat this!
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I submit to your judgment.
218: Knew you would recognize the chairs! I no longer have any -- but I do have a coffee shop table (pre-Boys remodel).
Suspender - hot. What was going on with your tits though?
And oh god, I've embarrassed myself by even mentioning my ears. I do have some gorgeous toddler photos to make myself feel better though - perhaps I will have time to post one later.
I think the bra-ish portion of the costume must have had some oddly pointy structuring.
Our son was cute enough to appear on the front page of the local section of the region's 2nd most important newspaper.
I wasn't going to say anything, but it looks like she left the coathanger in.
155: and I want that shirt.
Atypical dress for me at the time, I have no idea why I was "dressed up", what the event was, or where it was (more paneling!). The picture did trigger a dim memory of my being absolutely toasted, and there being tension between me and the cropped person, who hated when that happened (me being stoned). Photographs lie. But I do recall that shirt which was made of some soft fabric which I would have the word for if I were an Eskimo had the slightest knowledge of textiles.
173: quite fancy JP
Given the formatting lossage I originally read this as further commentary on the shirt. I was of age, and would not have been creeped out in the least* at the time. Somewhere there are braces/awkward pictures of me from several years earlier.
*In fact quite the contrary. (More asymmetry in the standard socially-acceptable consensus reality with regard to gender and sexuality.)
223 et seq: If oudemia is 19, then the photo predates the Madonna Vogue-era conical bra look by just about 12 months (I think). Could we be looking at the Ur-Quelle?
...and if not the Ur-Quelle, then at minimum prior art.
Didn't they used to sell conical bras back in the 50s? Maybe it's more prior-repopularization.
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233: I just talked to both of my grandmas in Chicago, and they're flummoxed over the lack of snow. It snowed here on Monday (admittedly, approximately .25 cm worth of snow, but still). But anyway, no, snow is to be moved by able-bodied human strength, and you best get started because it's way easier to shovel two inches than it is to shovel ten.
But I do recall that shirt which was made of some soft fabric which I would have the word for if I were an Eskimo had the slightest knowledge of textiles.
Rayon?
Ridiculous-looking photos are the entire point of the exercise...
A very young me in a harness and with big ears!
I completely forgot about:
http://www.mcgrattan.org/pleasure01.jpg
At the back, second from right. I think I was 14 or possibly just turned 15.
238: At first glance, I thought the guy beside you was wearing a Mickey Mouse hat.
Could we be looking at the Ur-Quelle?
Oh, now we're doing young and cute, too?
237: That's a great photo of you and your great-grandfather.
222: Do you have a picture of that handy? I don't think I've seen the old tables.
241. Thanks! It's amazing that someone took it in the window where both of us were alive. (I love the toddler harness.)
Literally my first thought upon beginning to watch 83 was that now I had enough search terms to find the correct book about the bunnies.
244: The link in 180 leaves no room for doubt or error.
Mickey Mouse and bunny ears? The DE & me wearing those at Harris' Steakhouse on SF on a dare for id before the origination of "Who wants to sex Mutombo?" secret sign.
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M6G3eJWRcQ4Zcl0orejJadMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=directlink
Perhaps Devin Friedman was friends with young Lord Castock:
This best friend's name was Bobby Poindexter. He was tiny but adult-seeming even in the second grade. He wore a white vest to school sometimes. He was a little Marvin Gaye motherfucker. If you could smoke menthols in the second grade, that's what Bobby Poindexter would have done.
Part of a very good social examination of the cost of SWPL, at GQ.
Ah, shit, bad example. Bobby dies in the next paragraph. Sorry!
246 - I've never seen that before, what a fantastically gorgeous picture.
That's a great article, k-sky. Thanks for linking it.
Oh, I didn't think I had any old photos in my possession, but here I am with my grandfather.
Me at a very young age, and then at 20 years old but I looked 14 (I'm on the left).
252.2 is outstanding. I heard Craig Romney in the Spanish ad for Mitt. He's Mitt's son who did missionary work in Chile. His accent's not half bad. Mitt's, on the other hand, is terrible.
Yo ah-proo-eh-bo ess-tay men-SAH-hay.
199: I'll show you the life of the mind a ridiculous juggling photo.
I burned all my old photos and my dad's super-8 film of us as kids. The last photo around of me is I think 16 years old now.
It pleases me to think I could be around for 60+ years and not, for good or ill, have left a mark on the world.
Delusion, of course, but it is good to have a goal.
