In which I steer you to a fashion pictorial:
It was an era of football haute couture, representing a flamboyant and carefree culture, liberating itself from the dress of prior generations, and which reigned on university campuses across the country during the Jazz Age.
Full-length, pimp-style raccoon fur coats.
Via Ace.
First ever meeting of the Guild of Evil?
First ever meeting of the Guild of Evil?
If I answered that question you’d then have to fall victim to some suspiciously improbable accident. A brake cable failure on a winding mountain road, a loosened stair carpet, an autoerotic asphyxiation mishap. That kind of thing.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.
an autoerotic asphyxiation mishap.
Snork.
George Costanza second from right?
The Patriarchy approves of fur in certain circumstances.
Wearing one of these, one could look exactly like an Edward Gorey character.
I blame Oscar Wilde
Doin’ the Raccoon.
Am I really the first to say “23 Skidoo”?
Maybe today won’t suck after all.
George Costanza second from right?
Cosmo Kramer first from right.
. . ‘k, while it’s not racoon, mink keeps coming to mind . . .
It’s absurd, but it’s still not as ridiculous as the clothes people were wearing in the 1970s.
not as ridiculous as the clothes people were wearing in the 1970s.
I grew up in the 1970s. When I was a kid and had coloring books, I would try to color the people as wearing plaid pants.
. . . the clothes people were wearing in the 1970s.
Heh.
. . . and then following the clothing of the ‘Seventies came the costuming fiasco of the ‘Empties, and everyone was left fondly looking back at style while sharing the sidewalks with two legged buses.
—-At some point there was a comment apocryphally attributed to a clothing designer who was confessing that yes, all that butt ugly costuming in the ‘Empties was actually a large scale practical joke being played on all the hipsters of the era. There would have also been a football helmet to go with the football pads, but they could never figure out how to get all the logos onto the helmet.
Seems like as good a time as any to review Jeeves and Wooster Do Minnie the Moocher.
A classic.
I have too say this… Furkin Hell.
Sorry
I grew up in the 1970s. When I was a kid and had coloring books, I would try to color the people as wearing plaid pants.
I, too, was a child during that unfortunate era. I don’t remember the plaid pants myself, but the bell-bottoms…*those* I remember. Specifically the time I was running in a pair in the rain. Flap, flap, flap!
Fortunately I got over my sense of fashion, such as it was, by the eighties and thenceforth stuck with straight-leg blue jeans and monochromatic t-shirts.
Apropos of tartan trews, I note that the Bay City Rollers are threatening to come out whatever cryogenic suspension they have been kept in lo these many years. Everything old is new again, to quote another 1970’s poptastic sensation, Peter Allen.