I recently added a set to Flickr containing covers of some of my favourite Marvel Comics I have from the 70s and 80s. Looking back I admit this was one of my favourite periods in comics. Maybe I’m being nostalgic — but the unapologetic style of comics from that period is something that has been long gone and replaced by something much more somber. It was during that period that I started reading comics — translated in Ducth — and gradually shifted to English language comics because I wanted to read them as they were intended, with their cover designs intact and not butchered by some poor cut and paste translation job.
There’s absolutely nothing special about these comics — they’re not collectors items (although I do have my fair share of those as well) — other than those are the comics that made me fall in love with the medium. The pure ennergy of those cover, that engaged you from the outset and almost forced you to pick up a copy and start reading was something typical of the Bronze Age of comics — sadly long gone and slowly replaced over the years to the current wave of stylised pin-up shots on covers that have no relation with whats happening between the covers.