A "Flash" of Style.

With his trusty elephant laser gun and V-neck sweater, Flash Gordon protects our feather capped damsel in a mini-skirt. Ain't sci-fi grand?

In the shop...The Inventor.

You know, just because you're living in a futuristic Metropolis and developing advanced robotic technology doesn't mean you can't also look like a combination of Geppetto and Dr. Frankenstein. This guy might need a girlfriend who isn't an android.

Bada-Boom.

"Big Bada Boom," as Leeloo would say. Our hero, Corban Dallas, strikes a pose in his trademark orange tank top, sporting the silliest pucker action this side of Fhloston Paradise.

Great cats in space... Jonesy.

The fluffiest little explorer, seen here with his human, Jonesy is the perfect companion on these long interstellar operations. Jonesy, look at the camera sweetie! Jonesy! Joonesyyyy. Aw.

Well, what do you know?

Hey Gigolo Joe, nice polyurethane suit, but who's your friend?

Oooh Sh-...

If these kids are half as serious as they look, we're boned. Consider the planet yours little dudes, just put down the death ray.

That Hair...Barbarella.

In a single striped white leather suit, complete with the most knock out boots this side of Uranus, Barbarella shows off her industrial strength hair dryer, the secret to her success. At least I hope that's a hair dryer...

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.