Cory Doctorow at 11:49 am Mon, Mar 11, 2013
My goodness, but the Ice Cream Colors in this 1949 Puritan Sportswear ad look sytlishly delicious. Not entirely puritanical, either.
This all makes perfect sense.
Bill Stern talking about the jinx of Time Magazine the same year as the above – 1949
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Just look what it did to the fedora.
I haven’t been able to find decent bisque ice cream since the Ford Administration. Nowadays everyone substitutes in “crustacean by-products.”
And you can’t get other old time flavors like Limburger Lime and Unfiltered Lucky Strike Mocha.
Me, I miss the “ice gray” flavor. Me and my childhood friends would while away many a hot summer afternoon debating what it was, exactly, that we were tasting. I mean, everybody knows red/pink is strawberry, orange is orange, yellow is lemon, green is lime, blue is raspberry… but what the hell is gray?
Bisque? We wish we had access to bisque-flavored ice cream.
Also, the guy in that ad probably leaned his elbow into a melted raspberry ice cream puddle, hence the arrow pointing at his darkened elbow. Kind of reminds me of the Monty Python bit: How To Recognise Different Parts of the Body
I bet it’s that Japanese gray sea salt ice cream.
Limpets and Cream!
And fellas, a v-neck sweater and bow tie is still catnip to the babes.
They start salivating and end belly up chasing rainbow space rodents?
No that’s ketamine.
Read this a while ago, reminds me of this.
If you scroll up and down there is sort of a zoetrope effect
I see that on almost every picture.
And isn’t there a house brand from Target called Puritan these days?
Subliminal advertising has been around for a long time.
Also, I’m going to guess ice gray was licorice flavor.
Inspired by Ray Bradbury?
edit: Whoops, this predates the Bradbury story. Did this inspire Bradbury?
He had a couple versions of it, if memory serves, the one that I posted up above is from Saturday Evening Post was from 1959. I remember it differently, don’t know which of his short story collections I initially read it in. I don’t know if he came up with the name Ice Cream Suit on his own, or if it was a common description.
It seems the original was 1958. Interesting stuff on the story and the movie here (interesting to me anyway):
Didn’t realize it was a movie, may try to track it down.
The snozberries taste like snozberries!
I don’t know about these sweaters, but when my honey puts on his gray cashmere v-neck sweater, I have to restrain myself from ‘petting’ him – he’s ‘sensationally smooth’. Hubahuba husband.
I would have called that colour lavender.
But that’s just me.
I could actually wear a pistachio cardigan. But then I have no fashion sense to speak of.
“look sytlishly delicious”
There is actually a Puritan Ice Cream Company in Boston.
Are you supposed to feel guilty about enjoying it?
You’re supposed to deny the guilt and sublimate it as aggression against “witches” and friendly native Americans.
That’s quite a large glass of sport he has there.
An ad from Dean Martin’s sober period.
If your earliest sexual fantasy was being Violet Beauregard with a dozen oompa-loompas, this is just the ticket.
Ooops I meant for that comment to go in the inflatable bondage egg thread.
Puritan made good quality clothing. Now it’s a Walmart brand for cheap $%&@.
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