This link has been doing the rounds on Facebook today. Some hilarious stuff, obviously, and yet it’s striking how daring, colourful and adventurous men’s fashion was back in those days. Today everything is so dull and samey.
http://i.imgur.com/dJN4AZh.jpg
http://pulptastic.com/40-cringeworthy-mens-fashion-ads-70s/
Put a big f***off beard on this guy and he could be serving you coffee tomorrow. (In a jam jar, probably)
The cap’s the clincher. He’s far too pleased with himself – more Sherriff of Nottingham than Robin Hood.
He won’t look so pleased when one bit of wool catches on that tree as he goes past and it unravels as he saunters on, eventually leaving the forest sans vest, sans cap, sans dignity.
What’s going on with his right wrist? Has he been drawing on his hand with a biro? The buffoon! Doesn’t he realise how stupid that’s going to make him look?
Always wondered what that Declan did before the radio and Cowell love-ins.
Dermot.
Whatever.
That’s spudcheck for you.
I’m thinking more the late Doug McClure, just after he’s been told he’s got the lead role in Warlords of Atlantis.
Who doesn’t crave the return of the belted sweater?
http://i.imgur.com/CZS04rl.jpg
If the guy top right is ever beamed down to an alien planet, he’ll be the first of the crew to get killed.
Well, John Koenig would look right at home in any of those.
Whaddya mean “return”?
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Last Christmas one of our regular customers, a little old lady who spends all of her time knitting monstrosities for everyone she knows, gave me a knitted peaked cap made from really ugly course and string-like yarn in a sort of colourless beige, in a model that hadn’t seen the day since the 70s.
Unpacking it and seeing it for the first time (after she had left) I was struck dumb by its Absolute Ugliness, I couldn’t even laugh for the first five minutes.
It looked as if it could attack me at any time.
I threw it in the bin, now I wish I had taken it home, if only to photograph it before I threw it away so you could have seen it.
Even in the 70s the landfill was the natural home of the knitted cap.
http://i1318.photobucket.com/albums/t642/burtkocain/70s-mens-jumpsuits_zpsjjo7u8p6.jpg
… isn’t this a page from all our diaries? De rigeur down at Hut 5, Coventry Technical College.
As an aside HP (or anyone else reading this) are you seeing the picture with the OP or the imgur.com placeholder? I copied and pasted the direct link from imgur into the appropriate box on the blog entry page. When I’m scrolling down through the blog I see the placeholder. But if I select my OP from the recently updated or most commented section, the picture displays. Might just be tablet related issues, but am I doing something wrong here?
No longer seeing the picture, getting a “connection was reset” thing. Which is an improvement.
All of the above are the kind of things my late mother would have called ‘modern’ and ‘smart’
She never was allowed to actually dress us in any of it but my now also late Dad was the least interested and least resistant to her determination to have us looking ‘with it’
She once bought him a pair of jeans, at some point in the late-70’s. Some years post-hippy she managed to zero in on the most out-dated pair of strides then available within the Berwick to Tyne area. Comprised of immense, flapping swathes of denim each leg so vast it had its own postcode.
He wore them often but the ridiculousness never palled. Mother was unrepentant. ‘But they’re jeans! They’re Falmers!’
My mother dressed my father for their entire married life. It really was the most pathetic site to see. She favoured a fiercely colour co-ordinated range of nylon slacks, check shirts and v-necks, all at the slightly camp end of the spectrum.