A pick-pockets dream.
(submitted by Nickole)
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“My mom, bless her soul, absolutely loved her dustbuster and thought all of us should have one for Christmas. We all posed with her and her trusty old one.”
(submitted by Peter)
He considered the earrings, but thought it would look too matchy-matchy.
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“Sure, we’d love to try them on.”
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“This is one of my 1988 dance recital portraits from The Dancer’s Studio in Dearborn, MI. I wasn’t like the rest of the ballerinas who had been studying dance since birth; I started late so I was put in the “teen beginners” jazz class. I was easily the worst dancer in the school; if you watch the recital video you can see me spinning in the wrong direction and knocking into people. Our teacher, Miss Maryann, picked our costumes and we danced to the song “Hourglass” by Sweet.
I was twelve years old and obviously at that stage where I had no idea what to do with my body. Everything was out of proportion; my glasses were too big, my tights were too big and I could never get my bangs right. I remember a friend at summer camp made me that friendship bracelet and I never took it off so it was really grungy.
The photographer posed us and for me there was really no other option than the jazz hands. I find it kind of amazing that this photo is now one of the top 5 image results when you google “jazz hands.” Like my extreme dorkiness has become a cultural meme. There’s an authenticity to that, dorkiness. There’s no pretense to dorkiness.”
(submitted by Adriana)
This is what happens when you wait all year for a Mr Coffee.
(submitted by Joseph)
“My brothers and I in our MJ jackets. Didn’t make us the most popular kids in our school..”
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“In the photo is my grandpa holding me as a baby in 1989. After grandpa retired, he started a side job as a clown, where he’d go to birthday parties and do magic tricks. He also often wore his boxing shorts from his days as a heavyweight boxer at Michigan State. He was dressing upto entertain the grandkids that day, and the boxing/clown combination certainly made for an interesting photo.”
(submitted by Darcy)
Feeling inspired by the movie Anvil, we decided to post this photo of another form of a family… the band. Although Area 57 and their music are no longer with us, their awkwardness will rock on forever.
(submitted by James)