[Gap gingham shirt + Current/Elliott Elephant Bell Jeans + old old cowboy boots + vintage Vietnam-era jacket of Rob’s, previously belonging to a Mr. Underhill.]
Two areas of discussion today. First would be a Splurge v. Steal find so all you cats can hurry out and snag this shirt before it’s sold out. I’ve had that E&J shirt on my wishlist forever ($100+) and found this Gap lookalike on sale ($35) when Rob and I were ducking out of the rain on Broadway Saturday after grabbing coffee. I says, Miss Scarlett!
Second would be our impromptu stop at the Saratoga Historic Battleground. I sort of have no idea how we ended up 20 minutes outside of town, standing in gale force winds on top of a hill with some cannons, looking out over empty fields while making rifle sounds with our mouths and cursing the Loyalists. “So much carnage,” Rob muttered in total seriousness, while I was a few yards away taking my fall from a gunshot wound to the chest:
This get-up (“Don’t call what yer wearin’ an outfit… don’t ever say your car is broke,”) unintentionally ended up sort of country, with this early 70s groove. Equal parts Randall “Pink” Floyd from Dazed and Confused, Lieutenant Dan, and June Carter Cash. Can you dig?
I always found the backlash against the Marlboro Man to be sort of tragic. Granted cigarettes kill, but that was some of the most beautiful photography and raw sex appeal in advertising. And while I’d love to blame advertising for everything that’s wrong with human behavior, they’re just giving us what we want to see!
I’m in love with this jacket. To learn more about it, check out this post Rob wrote; it’s awesome. With all the military-inspired trends going around, I find it kind of cool that my husband’s hobby would facilitate my trying out this look, but with some serious authenticity.
Over on the mountain, thunder magic spoke / “Let the people know my wisdom, fill the land with smoke.”
I look like I’m ready to join a march on the Capitol. 70s style with a serious dose of legitimacy—and I wear it with the utmost respect to its original owner.
Homer: I don’t have the discipline necessary to be a hippie.
Bart: You’d be a great hippie, dad: you’re lazy and self-righteous!
I can’t wait to wear this all over again, but with my insanely tall Jessica Simpson platforms. A little more Farrah Fawcett, a little less Tet Offensive.
[Creedence Clearwater Revival, “Run Through The Jungle”]