Jacques Cousteau

Jacques Cousteau

Jacques Cousteau

I don’t have anything profound to say about Jacques Cousteau, since most likely, anyone who stumbles across this already has been touched by the man or his work in some deep and enduring way. As a kid growing up in Southern California in the early 1970’s, I remember many rainy days at school when rather than being allowed to play outside, we’d stay in through lunch and be shown 16mm movies of the “Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau.”

I for one, gladly gave up my 45 minutes on the monkey bars to watch Cousteau. I couldn’t believe what I saw–the idea that it was possible to breath underwater, the yellow helmets with the light on the forehead, the Calypso…

I think that’s a big part of my nostalgic preoccupation with vintage double hose regulators and other ancient scuba gear. I’m sure that’s why anything related to diving should, to my way of thinking, be black and yellow.

I just wanted this picture on my website.

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