Who's the sexy Air Force dude on the beach cruiser? Oh and who's that cute little blond boy? This photograph of "the America we lost" shows Doctor Ron Paul and his son, board-uncertified ophthalmologist Rand Paul. If you're wondering how these two become so nutty in the 21st Century, all the clues are in this seemingly innocent photograph.

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Here's a vintage 1962 filmstrip about all the technology and innovation in New York City. How exciting and Don Draper! Too bad most of the video is about an insurance company changing offices. Wake me up when we're in the bankrupt '70s.

Street scenes repeat themselves by variations in Peter Greenaway's early experiment with rhythm and editing. In a triptych of identical footage, flashes of strangers set in black and white surroundings gain distinction and lose their places when the music changes.

One moment from childhood defines a man's entire existence as he time-travels from post-Apocalyptic Paris to save humanity, hunted by the scientists who sent him, and haunted by his strange memory of a gunshot and a girl on the pier.

A comically wrenching tale of passion on the plane, legendary animator and director Chuck Jones' adaptation of the classic children's book hides its geometry in romance, wherein the simplest forms suffer hardest for love.

The Monkees are a little too happy to be in the desert. Nominally shilling Kool-Aid, the band sings the drink's praises between apparitions of sugar-crazed children and Bugs Bunny's cameo mirage. Amidst the madness, one wonders, where is Peter Tork?!

A young man's struggle with sexuality overtakes his life, driving him deep into his subconscious where guilt and fears of physicality chase him still further. Cornered by an intangible terror, he realizes he must either break out or break down.

Despite her instinctual pleasantness, the 1960s housewife still daily encountered enemies of her pursuit of domestic perfection and blissful tidiness. One worthy foe: evil black scuff marks left by heeled shoes. The lady's greatest weapon: floor wax surfboards.

Okay, clearly I am going to milk this crush theme until I'm asking you all to post daguerrotypes of pre-Victorian stage performers and ballerinas. But we're not there yet! The 1960s is recent enough for all of us to have seen lots and lots of its movies and TV shows and to have developed childhood-or childlike-crushes on its many attractive stars. So, who's your fave? Mine after the jump. If you can pull yourself away from Michael Phelps for two minutes!