Comments on: Photos of an Unknown Family Who Probably Owned a Liquor Store.

Photos of an Unknown Family Who Probably Owned a Liquor Store.

greasy_skillet — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:35:09 -0800

Photos of an Unknown Family Who Probably Owned a Liquor Store. A series of found photographs from Houseplant Picture Studio.

By: kozad

kozad — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:45:15 -0800

Fascinating. Great 70's decor and fashion. Apparently when they weren't sitting on a couch or playing poker or standing in front of vodka bottles, they were on vacation. The strange part is that all of their vacations seemed to involve standing in front of large civic buildings (Fresno? I dunno.) If this is your family, I apologize. Perhaps Doestoevky's influence on Kafka's prose was the subject of conversation.

By: jonson

jonson — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:45:43 -0800

I love these so much. Something about them, it just looks like it couldn't possibly be faked or reproduced on purpose, the design, the wallpaper, the rugs, the carpets, the clothing & hairstyles. Just pitch perfect.

By: RedEmma

RedEmma — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:52:49 -0800

i believe very strongly that the man's name is Morty. and i love the pics of the red-haired niece (?) revelling in her young adult sullenness. and. and. and. i'm a great fan of mystery family photos. buy them all the time at antique shops.

By: 27

27 — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:55:04 -0800

What jonson said. Great find - I could look at these all day.

By: jalexei

jalexei — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 09:58:04 -0800

I love looking at these as well, but I always feel sad that (whether due to circumstance or disinterest) some family's cherished memories end up forgotten at some flea market or antique shop. Just reminds me that everything and everyone important to me right now will eventually be a faded memory, chuckled over by whatever passes for MeFites in 2052. Yeesh that's a downer - sorry, enjoy your weekends!

By: RedEmma

RedEmma — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:09:05 -0800

hey, all you have to do to realize the futility of getting too attached to things is go to a few estate sales. when the valued detritus of a dead someone's life is sold for pennies... well, it's poignant. but isn't it interesting that sometimes things that no longer have meaning to a family (for whatever reason) sometimes become valued for the window they offer into a cultural/collective past we all have some memory of. i think that one of the reasons these photos offer such pleasure is their familiarity. (personally, i grew up in a house and a neighborhood rife with that spanish revival decor--it makes me feel the warm fuzzies of childhood. even though i keep thinking i smell stale cigarette smoke.)

By: 4easypayments

4easypayments — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:11:52 -0800

I really dislike this sort of thing (Found Magazine being another example). It just reeks of mockery and superiority. It's trucker hats brought down to a personal level.

By: cortex

cortex — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:18:33 -0800

4easypayments: I can understand that reaction, but not everyone is laughing while they're pointing. Some of us are just pointing and saying, "hey, look at this. This is neat." Disclosure: I own and play a banjo in an irony-free context.

By: cortex

cortex — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:19:47 -0800

Also, I like the distinct sense that there are multiple photographers involved. One of them is terrible at lining the camera up horiziontally (and terrible at framing in general).

By: cortex

cortex — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:21:18 -0800

an excellent example

By: Qubit

Qubit — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:27:20 -0800

There is definitely a "trucker hats" quality about it but it I disagree that it is mockery. Each of us probably has these sort of photos in our family albums (I do) and thus, there is an familiarity about it that I like. The design freak in me loves to look at the old 60s decor as well. So very loud. But fun to see.

By: jonmc

jonmc — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:28:14 -0800

I can understand that reaction, but not everyone is laughing while they're pointing. Some of us are just pointing and saying, "hey, look at this. This is neat." Exactly. There are photos quite similar to this in my own family's collection. I just have fun imagining who they are and what their story is. It's evocative, I believe is the word.

By: marsha56

marsha56 — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:39:01 -0800

Love this. Thanks greasy_skillet. The cars, the decor, the clothing (except for the furs), look just like the people I grew up around. I would guess mid 60's to early 70's.

By: Pollomacho

Pollomacho — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:42:26 -0800

it makes me feel the warm fuzzies of childhood. even though i keep thinking i smell stale cigarette smoke My reaction exactly. Not to reveal too much of my psychology, but I am convinced that the reason I took to cigarettes like white to rice in my adolescence had absolutely nothing to do with rebellion from my strait laced non-smoking family or from peer pressure, but rather from my deep seeded memories of unconditional love (in a time of social and emotional turmoil as is teenhood) from my (by then long dead) chain smoking, alcoholic (and absolutely wonderfully spoiling) grandmother. These photos are just like the ones of her and I and her friends in this era. I say that with no absolutely not a mocking breath in my words.

By: jonmc

jonmc — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:48:46 -0800

By: greasy_skillet

greasy_skillet — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:48:51 -0800

My thoughts about why is was interesting and worthy of posting to the blue are echoed by the comments of jonmc, cortex and others. It wasn't my intent to point out these people in an ironic, mocking way and, even though the cafe press stuff is a little tacky, I hope that it wasn't the intent of the site owners either.

By: jonmc

jonmc — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 10:55:46 -0800

It wasn't my intent to point out these people in an ironic, mocking way and, even though the cafe press stuff is a little tacky, I hope that it wasn't the intent of the site owners either. My impression is that (like myself), they're story junkies. And everybody, even-no-especially people who we might write off as gauche or cheesy, has a story. And these pictures let us make up our own for them.

By: schmedeman

schmedeman — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:01:42 -0800

Not only is the subject family fascinating to me, but the color film used to take some of the pictures is quite stunning. It seems like you don't often see ordinary snapshots with this kind of color anymore.

By: anastasiav

anastasiav — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:07:31 -0800

I really dislike this sort of thing (Found Magazine being another example). It just reeks of mockery and superiority. 4easypayments, I guess I can see your point here, but I don't see who might be mocking them. I love this stuff because (as others have said above me) its so evocative -- and not only of our own families and experiences, but of an America that possibly never actually existed. A simpler, less ironic time, when an Instamatic Camera was the height of high-tech, and when Main Streets were filled with mom and pop operations like this one, proudly (and you can tell by the photos that they are indeed proud -- and rightly so) owned and operated by that family that lived down the street or around the corner from you. I don't know about you, but I think a lot of us are nostalgic for that sort of idealized time when The American Dream was actually an achievable reality, and when being middle class in America actually meant that you could look forward to a comfortable middle age. I'm happy for the people in these photos -- they've worked hard, achieved something, built their dream home and raised a family -- and they clearly love one another. The great secret is, of course, that there was really no 'simpler time' in America. I have no doubt that these people had problems much like our own -- cousin Bill there grew his hair long like a girl, he bought a VW Microbus and never seems to have a girlfriend (but we don't talk about that), Uncle George drinks a bit too much at those Friday night poker games, Uncle Walter had a stroke, and Marion wonders how her life would have been different if she'd been able to write like she wanted too, instead of being a housewife all her life. Its a struggle to keep the store going, and soon their son or a neighbor's son will be killed in Vietnam and everything will go to hell. After all, its December of 1968, and soon Disco will come (but they don't know it). But yet, there they are, with their tidy interiors and formal dinner parties, and trips to Paris that she always dreamed of. How can we mock them? In many ways they have a life we'll never have -- a life of leisure and slow-moving information; a life where personal letters still came in the mail. They live in a time where innovation is still a novelty, and changes to society come at a pace where you have time to take them in and adapt to them before more changes come. Superiority? No way. Their lives are, in many ways, vastly superior to mine and I'm humbled by what I know of them.

By: languagehat

languagehat — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:35:21 -0800

I guess I don't understand the fascination. I don't think anybody's mocking them, and it was obviously a good post from the reaction, but I don't get it. I mean, they're family photos. Don't you people have family photo albums? My family has albums just like this, and I imagine if you somehow wound up visiting and got suckered into "looking at some pictures" and wound up being shown page after page after page of photos of people you don't know standing in front of buildings or sitting in living rooms, your eyes would glaze over and you'd pray for deliverance. But somehow when they're "found objects" on the net, they acquire a mysterious fascination... I'm not complaining or snarking, just expressing bewilderment.

By: keswick

keswick — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:35:30 -0800

You want to talk about mockery and superiority, click here. Mental illness is funny, right Xeni?

By: hototogisu

hototogisu — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 11:45:59 -0800

Morty makes me think of Alton Brown... languagehat: for me, it depends on the era they're from. I might be just as fascinated by your family's pictures, too...

By: melissa may

melissa may — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 12:12:01 -0800

How beautifully said, anastasiav. Really. Also, dear languagehat: the difference to remember is that if these were your photos, your dear Aunt Whosits would be sitting next to me, patting my knee and telling me the name of each and every person, where they stayed and how bad the food was, etc., which I would love weirdly for a while and then die to escape, just die. Disconnected from that, it can be anyone's narrative, anyone's romance. Most of the reason I'm attracted is that I loved my grandparents deeply and miss them so much still. Looking at that vacation shot, it could be own sweet, sweet grandfather's lopsided grin, with my proud grandmother like a queen beside him in her cat-eye sunglasses. So yes, it's an odd nostalgia, but I've never sneered at nostalgia's seductive power to make us yearn for what is irrevocably lost.

By: languagehat

languagehat — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 12:32:49 -0800

Good points. You had an Aunt Whosits too? Man, could she be a pain, god rest her soul...

By: Alison

Alison — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 13:11:53 -0800

I love yard sale photographs. I have a set of beloved ones from the 1920's. I do feel a bit like a vulture when I pick through estate sales especially if the owner is present. Last week I found a lovely vintage alligator purse. The owner started talking wistfully about how it was her favorite opera bag. I waited until she was out of earshot and offered $2 for it. I'm going to hell.

By: WaterSprite

WaterSprite — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 13:14:32 -0800

Even though someone mentioned Fresno, I'm guessing that this family is from somewhere in the NYC metro area, probably Queens or Long Island. The young men in the pictures look a lot like my uncles in the same era. Except look at the picture of the outside of the liquor store... there are palm trees in the background. Of course, perhaps that wasn't their liquor store....

By: MiltonRandKalman

MiltonRandKalman — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:21:05 -0800

i believe very strongly that the man's name is Morty. I'm willing to throw a buck in the Mefi office pool on his name being Walt I really dislike this sort of thing (Found Magazine being another example). I'd point to Vice Magazine, however there is an important historical lesson to be learned here. Those who forget the fashion mistakes of the past are doomed to repeat them.

By: teece

teece — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:31:57 -0800

Is it legal to sale something with a "model" when you obviously don't have a model release? Is it only the potential to get sued, or is it illegal? If you hang out on photog. forums, pros. are very paranoid about model releases. I wonder how that applies here. I kind of like found photography, sometimes. But a T-Shirt with some stranger's decades old family polaroid is stupid. But thanks for pointing it out.

By: deborah

deborah — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:51:50 -0800

Anastasiav's and melissa may's comments nailed it for me. Languagehat, at the risk of sounding new-agey, in going through someone else's photographs you see how we're not all that different. They are us. (We are they? Whatever.) I vote for California due to the terrain/foliage. Also, the site mentions picking up photos at the Goldenwest Swap Meet.

By: squalor

squalor — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 16:31:08 -0800

By: languagehat

languagehat — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 17:14:35 -0800

in going through someone else's photographs you see how we're not all that different. Yeah, I know. I just find it interesting that the effect seems strongest when you find strangers' photographs in a discarded box, or online. I guess if I found these somewhere, I'd flip through them, smile ruefully, meditate on them for a minute, and then move on. It wouldn't occur to me to go to all the trouble of putting them online, or expect other people to be so interested. It's a bit odd to me. But I have no quarrel with it.

By: amberglow

amberglow — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 10:10:38 -0800

i believe very strongly that the man's name is Morty. Exactly! And they look just like my relatives (of my grandparent's generation). And the couch covered in plastic--just like they all had. Great pics--I'm naming them all Morty, Milton, Ida, Bessie, Sadie, Gert, Tillie and Frieda. : >

By: stbalbach

stbalbach — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 12:05:07 -0800

squalor, that was the one picture that stood out for me as well. The Evil Clown motif, speechless.

By: jonmc

jonmc — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 18:14:42 -0800

Except look at the picture of the outside of the liquor store... there are palm trees in the background. Of course, perhaps that wasn't their liquor store.... Could be Florida, aka the Sixth Bourough.

By: sellout

sellout — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 23:20:40 -0800

Lately, we've been having simply mondo-ultra-fabulous luck finding interesting cultural items over at the legendary Golden West Swap Meet in the city of competitive surfing and volleyball...Huntington Beach. There's my vote. Cool post, by the way.

By: obloquy

obloquy — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 16:51:11 -0800

I just find it interesting that the effect seems strongest when you find strangers' photographs in a discarded box, or online. That's because pictures that are still in the family don't have the pathos of ones out in the wild. It only takes a generation or two to turn even oft-photographed families into nameless mysteries. These photos make me want to cry.

By: anastasiav

anastasiav — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 21:35:23 -0800

Even though someone mentioned Fresno, I'm guessing that this family is from somewhere in the NYC metro area, probably Queens or Long Island. The young men in the pictures look a lot like my uncles in the same era. I checked out the Houseplant Picture Studio Blog today, and discovered that a reader had sent them current day photos of the Liquor Store in question. Its apparently at the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. and El Centro in Hollywood, California.

By: deborah

deborah — Wed, 29 Jun 2005 15:43:46 -0800

That is so coo, anastasiav! And I win for figuring out SoCal.