When I was two years old, my mom took me to Expo ’67 in Montreal. Of course I don’t remember a thing about it, but I like to think that the experience-via-osmosis somehow triggered off that certain section of developing grey matter that got me into the whole retro-future/techno-utopian subjects that my studies have orbited around.
The National Archives of Canada has put up a terrific on-line exhibition of Expo ’67. Even though it’s 1967 and the world is up past its elbows in conflict and cultural disassociation, Expo ’67 is refreshingly jet-age and perkily idealistic. I can just picture the moonbase.
[via Boing Boing]
I was at Expo 67 in July 1967 with my brother