there was a three day porn fest with knife-blade breasted nubbile young things tearing the fabric that might drift down, set in motion by hovering shutter bugs who must have been clicking away.
ah, the 1980s. It must have seemed magical to all those layout artists of the gloosy porn world as they dissipated out into nothing.
but 40 years later we still have a lot of that material available as evidence by the dork-masters who flood it here from time to time.
curious, where are they this fine sunday morning. (it's not sunday)