At one point during my teenage years, ALL these posters adorned my bedroom walls simultaneously. Music, hot chicks, and being cool were the primary motivators here.
First off we have the ADORABLE Angela Cartwright from Lost in Space, who was my MAJOR crush for years.
This poster, a black-light beauty titled Gypsy Girl, marked my slow transition from dork to doper.
Jane Fonda. Barbarella. Under the sheets with the lights off. Often.
After Angela Cartwright, Julie Christie filled my teenage libido with rocket fuel.
Another black-light special. Peter Fonda in Easy Rider. Smuggling drugs on a chopped Harley. That’s what I wanted to do when I grew up.
Fathom. Raquel. Love the teaser.
This came in a vinyl box set that chronicled the closing of Bill Graham’s immortal venue. Although this was a bit later than the mid-60s Fillmore poster pinnacle, I thought the art was pretty cool.
Gidget. Sally Field. Number 3 after Angela and Julie.
Jacqueline Bisset. Number 4.
My ears were telling me that there was stuff going on toward which I should pay STRICT attention!
I had this one because … well, I fucking wanted to be cool didn’t I? And what’s cooler that flowers, love, and Mahesh Yogi? Well, lots of shit … but what the fuck did I know then?
This one was my prize exhibit. Hung it upside down at the head of my bed so I could …. you know. Racquel in One Million Years B.C.
Got this from those bitchin’ poster ads that National Lampoon used to carry. My Mom always commented on her dirty feet. Called Cattle Baron for some reason.