I don't know what's saddest about this picture.
- The popped collar
- The model's fluffy, moussed-to-within-an-inch-of-its-life hair
- The feigned toughness on a face sporting a peach-fuzz mustache
- The jacket itself (do we really need chains AND embroidered stars AND green-and-pink pockets?)
- The fact that it's being marketed as "funky" (false advertising if I've ever heard it)
All I know is, in the 80s, I not only would've thought this Zach-Morris-wannabe model was foxy, I probably also would've begged my mother to buy me this jacket so that I, too, could be "funky."
And that is the saddest thing of all.
1 backtalk:
Oh my! Let's not forget that this dude had to lay down on a bed to get his pants zipped. TIGHT!
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