Futuro Houses Are 21st Century-Via-1960s Tech I Feel Cheated Out Of By Real-Life (ARCHIVE)

“We’re in this glass and brass go-go cage dance party to the stars. Going up, I want to hear hypo-allergenic Telstar music, untouched by human hands. Anything computer-generated and played on a Moog synthesizer. I want to dance the frug on a TWA commuter flight go-go dance party to the moon where cool dudes and chicks do the mash potato under zero gravity and eat delicious snack pills. I want this.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

Confession.

I have a problem, a fetish, an obsession really. One that goes well beyond my typically GenX compulsive attraction to 60s/70s hyper-kitsch. It populates my dreams and fantasies.

I just have this thing for retro-futurism.

Specifically, 21st century lifestyle by way of 1960s speculation as aesthetic. Dome windows, garish psychedelic color swatches, shiny aluminum curves, fins and stripes on everything. Straight up fucking Jetsons shit; but sexy Jetsons if that makes any sense.

I know that totally doesn’t; I don’t care.