Ah the classic "flip," the quintessential cool, mod 60s color and style, and those classic lines reminiscent of 1950s glamour and the sophistication of Jackie O. It's all so recherché.
"Care for a martini, darling?"
The hippies have arrived. Things are looser -- the schoolmarm's bun is coming undone, and the clothes -- now in psychedelic designs -- are falling off. Free love is far out!
"Come to Earth Mother."
But then...in 1969...did someone spike the water cooler? Blinding colors, sloppy work, vulgar everything, gruesome sex crimes. Sounds like someone had one bad acid trip too many.