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After the “Naked Guy” calendar in 1994 I felt we couldn’t top the zaniness of that one. So I decided to go the opposite direction in 1995 with “The Women of the Avenue” calendar. It was much more sedate and sober and even dignified than its predecessor. Instead of focusing on the “crazy, whacky, colorful” Telegraph street characters we just focused on the diverse types of women that were part of the scene back then. Predictably it sold only half as many copies as the Naked Guy calendar. But it always had a special place in my heart among the pantheon of the 15 issues.
Katie was the January calendar girl. A flower child for the ’90s. 16-years-old when she hit the scene, it wouldn’t be accurate to call her a “runaway.” She was more like a “run-to.” She was bored with high school and living with her parents, and eager to kick-start her adult life, so she jumped into the ’90s hippie street scene with an innocent enthusiasm. Going from the Grateful Dead tours to the Rainbow Gatherings and to Telegraph Avenue — which was a must-see stop on the circuit back then.
Tragic little Robin hanging out with her boyfriend Paul.
For several years I thought Nora was a homeless bag lady, because she was often pushing a shopping cart full of junk. And i would sometimes give her a couple bucks. Later I found out she actually owned several homes and was a pack-rat who obsessively collected junk. Every inch of her front and backyard, and every room in her house was packed from floor-to-ceiling with piles of stuff.
Another tragic one, Pam, hanging out with Duncan at our vending table. A victim of the psychiatric industry who ruined her mind by over-prescribing psychiatric drugs.
The Hat Lady, a Telegraph street vendor who sold beautiful hand-knitted hats. She was a nice, friendly person. But I never met anybody who could talk like her. She would literally talk at you for HOURS. And non-stop. One long run-on sentence, with no pauses in between the sentences. Just one long endless sentence. Which made it very difficult to get away from her once she corralled you. Finally you’d just have to be “rude” and walk away mid-sentence. You had no choice. It was impossible to get in an word edge-wise.
The ladies of People’s Park, the activists Lisa Stevens and Terri Compost.
The Two Amys. Two UC Berkeley college students who were part of the street scene back then, hanging out at our vending table in front of Codys Books.
The Hair-Wrap Girls (and Freedom Fighter Jim). Some adorable high school girls who made some money on the Ave doing hair-wraps.
Beautiful and mysterious Asian Kim, hanging out with her friend Skye on the Berkeley campus.
Debby “Slash” Lang, pushing shoulders with Hate Man. Slash was a fearsome, self-described “gangster chick from Hell! I’m from Oak-town, fool!! REPRESENT!! REPRESENT!!” She hung out with a rough crowd and could put the fear of God into the Hate Campers whenever she showed up. One night she actually challenged Hate Man to a fist fight, and they’re sparring back and forth on Sproul Plaza, throwing and dodging punches like Ali vs Frazier. One more surreal night at Hate Camp.
Punkers on the Ave.
Vicki — Craig’s beautiful blonde girlfriend at the time — hanging out with English Davey at his jewelry vending stand.
The enigmatic cosmic cowboy Wrong Tree, hanging out late at night with his beautiful girlfriend.
And of course we had to end “The Women of the Avenue” issue of the TELEGRAPH AVENUE STREET CALENDAR 1995 with Julia “the Bubble Lady” Vinograd, the grande dame of Telegraph Avenue. When the CBS News interviewed Julia for a feature on the calendar, they asked her “Did you ever think you’d end up a calendar pin-up girl?” To which she quipped, “Why NOT, buddy??” Ha ha.