I just remembered that sometime in the 70s an LA Times reporter/photographer was dragged up to me by Phyllis Patterson, the Grande Dame of the LA area Renaissance Faire, when I was attending once. She apparently spotted me and remembered my outfit from prior years (brown faux-suede doublet with brass British arms buttons, white shirt pulled thru slashed upper sleeves, hat of same material as doublet with natural grey-brown plumes, black tights/hose, garter). The photo appeared on the Calendar front page with the caption, "The resplendent [me] attending the Faire last weekend," etc. Did I get ribbed at work!? You betcha!