Bartertown..stranded in sequence.

Running Bartertown with it's post apocalyptic Thunderdome in a chain mail mini, Aunty Entity ain't playing around. (in case you didn't notice the crossbow and both shoulder pads on one shoulder )

The Hippie...

Yes, there will be hippies in the future, but don't worry. All they want is a little shack in the woods far far away from the totalitarian fascism that's sprung up in the name of order. Do ask for the Strawberry Cough. Do not ask to hear his new music.

Now that's an introduction...

I don't know who to comment on first, our Running Man contestant decked out in canary yellow spandex, or the shiny teal plastic parkas donned by the TV girls. Either way, this looks like one hell of a show.

On the street...retro post-apocalypse.

Nothing quite as righteous as the being the relentlessly bad ass Omega Man, that is unless you've got a foxy soul sister to back you up. Dig it, outta sight, umm, groovy? (I missed the 70's, honestly I don't get his puffed out sleeves look. And are you riding a Honda? The only guy in L.A. and you can't find a Harley Davidson somewhere? )

In the United Provinces of America...

In the year 2000 the national sport is the cross country Death Race! Competing against the likes of Machine Gun Joe and Frankenstein, racer Calamity Jane sports her decidedly deadly get-up, highlighted by the wild west bandolier belt and flower power helmet.

A Crimson Combo of Death...

I don't even know what Ultraviolet is about, but the leather outfit, cool space age shades, and samurai sword tell me everything I need to know.

The Demolition Man...

Posed in front of his ultra-sleek squad car, the Demolition Man is still trying to adjust to the new, peaceful future he's woken up in. If only he can navigate the three shells.

In the Johnny Cab...

On Mars, the cabbie's are all named Johnny, and he will scream at the top of his lungs and crash his car into a brick wall if you offer an expletive instead of the usual tip. You have been warned.

On the street... a shock of white.

Hanging out in Chinatown in a custom made jacket, note the sleek and concealable design. A look that says, if only you could see what I've seen.

The Hologram...Al

As the only contact with the future that a "leaping" Sam Beckett has, you'd think Al would try to dress it up a little. I mean, the man is an Admiral after all. If you're going to wear a tacky, incomprehensibly designed shirt and tie, at least make sure it fits you. Might as well be pajamas. And are you carrying a sunflower? The Hell?

This One's For the Ladies...

Paul Atreides can really make the spice flow if you know what I mean.

That's no moon... oh wait. It is.

No one envys the crew aboard Moonbase Alpha, in Space: 1999, now hurtling uncontrollably through the galaxy (yes, the whole moon). Here, out of touch with Earth and reality, bell bottoms are the only pant style available, and khaki is the only color left apparently. Yikes, just yikes.