Slightly late for Women’s Suffrage Day.
Swinging bellbottoms for h.i.s, 1970s.
I will see your bell-bottoms and raise you one set of super fly high-waisted corduroys and a sense of determination.
Looks like we got ourselves a pants-off! But can one chisel-jawed individualist armed with nothing more than a road map and fabulously long legs really stand up to the Ring-a-Ding Bell Band?
(Halp, I need to sleep. And collect fewer vintage ads.)
(via devildoll)
Recovering from finally watching Sherlock with some Persuaders!, the perfect antidote.
Tell me everything about this image isn’t ideal:
1) The incredibly, incredibly hungover Lord Brett Sinclair, a.k.a. Roger Moore, a.k.a. James Bond, a.k.a. the episode OPENED with him staggering off the sofa and drinking half an ice bucket I love this show so much.
2) The colorful artwork on the wall.
3) The unnecessary face-touching. Ohhhhh, all the unnecessary touching that goes on in this show.
4) THAT JACKET ON TONY CURTIS. DANNY WILDE, WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU WEARING. And his customary little glove, can’t forget those, jesus christ this is wonderful.
5) The fact that the entire plot of this episode looks like it’s going to be “Brett got himself drunkenly hitched to some Swedish girl and Danny needs to get him out of it (while probably angling for a threesome)!” Plus, probably, some spy intrigue, but honestly I’d be just as happy without it.
I have many, many fashion influences, but watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy made me nostalgic for my very favorite in high school — the 1970s tough guy in crummy jeans, aviators, and a leather jacket. And plaid. Lots of plaid.
I still own the Starsky jacket without the plush collar. And his sneakers. I love those sneakers.
