style icon: bobby from back to beach.
nothing like a little kid dressed like al pacino in cruising.
style icons: ambiguously gay assassins from bring me the head of alfredo garcia.
it’s refreshing to see older men dressed in such swinging duds. the oomph went out of fashion somewhere in the 1980s, and we never saw the return of such stylishly silly wardrobes on white collar fellows of a certain age. where’s the fun?
style icon: mark harmon as ted bundy.
style icon: william katt in carrie.
such a series of looks! the tight red sweater, the chambray shirt… later the tiny gym shorts, and finally the blue ruffled suit.
katt had a killer look and i’m not sure he got his due. feels like he got thrown on the willie ames/christopher atkins pile and went out with the bathwater. although house is still classic.
style icon: my man cliff robertson in gidget.
that don johnson looking sleeveless shirt and blue jeans combo in the top photo?
later on in the film he tucks the sleeveless shirt into high-wasted white britches, totally flipping the look to a kind of gypsy/mediterranean type get-up that maybe anthony quinn might wear. versatility.
style icon: roald dahl.
the man seems to have worn trousers, a neutral shirt, cardigan, and tie every day for 85 years, which is okay by me. here he is somewhere between the ages of 32 and 95, with a goat as further evidence of his sartorial dominance.
style icon: roger ebert.
sigh. seems like nothing but obits these days. i’ll remember ebert thusly: as a heavyset, dully dressed fellow happily marrying the love of his life; wearing unflattering glasses on his wedding day.
his essays concerning his wife chaz are among the loveliest he has written, and a grand argument for the pen being mightier than the sword. he may not have cut a dashing figure, but he certainly typed a dashing phrase.
style icon: old (now dead) jesus franco.
talk about aging gracefully. this guy is a role model for us all.
your slow decline is assured. do all you can to to make it a steady decline into wildly expensive, horrendously tacky clothing. old people get away with sartorial murder.
style icon: richard griffiths as dear, desperate, red faced, lusty uncle monty.
he will be sorely missed.
style icon: tim robbins as jacob singer in jacob’s ladder.
this movie scares the shit out of me.
