
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.
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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