What a twisted guy with a really dark history. Makes for an interesting story about your art to wear jacket. These jackets were originally designed and marketed to celebrities and sold for thousands of dollars. Meanwhile, Tony Alamo, was a child molester, had some weird religious cult, etc etc.
These come from Mr. Rothschild’s God Mother, they have only been worn gently ,
Those jerks at the dry cleaners left a tiny nick in the dress (detail in the photos), but it’s super small! If anyone is eagle-eyed enough to spot it, it could be a great conversation starter! “Oh, this? Funny story - I was in Ireland when Martin Sheen lurched towards my table with a butter knife in one hand…”
It belonged to my Great Aunt who was very colorful. We have saved it “as is” because of its history. Her haunts included New York and New Jersey. She had gone to a wedding in Atlantic City where she claimed that the hotel was so glorious that there was real fur on the windows for drapes! She was a beautiful slender bleached blond who loved life and played hard. She could sing and dance. She also had a notorious boyfriend. They were out with friends and a killing took place. This dress got some blood splatter on it. Two small velocity spots on the back, which show in the photo if you look close because they are small and a few more on the front and back of the bottom of the dress. You can see where a spot near the knee had been attempted to be wiped off but her friend had told her to leave it as the dress would be her proof if she needed it. Not sure what that meant but that is how the story was told to me. One relative had tried some CSI research and was told it looked possible.
Provenance: This shirt (one of two) was received as a gift from former TSR designer, Steven R. Marsh shortly before I left Dallas in 2009. Steve worked at TSR as a designer and editor in the very early years of TSR (late 70s) and wrote/edited the Expert D&D rule set and the first TSR mini-game SAGA.
Personal Comment: I attended GEN CONs bracketing this convention … in 1977 with my brother and a buddy (we camped in Big Foot national park south of Lake Geneva and played in the convention tournament), then again in 1979 with Judges Guild, and likely one more time in 1980 (working the JG table, even though I no longer was employed by them). I wouldn’t attend a Midwestern GEN CON again ‘til 1987.
