The Real Deal

After yesterday's modern(ish) wanna-be-hippie-mama, it seemed fitting to feature the genuine article, today. 

Now, I know his hair isn't quite as long and oily as you'd probably like.  (I was a little disappointed on that front, myself...) But just look at that shirt/tunic.  You can't wear something like that unless you're a licensed, card-carrying hippie-dude.  (Or so I've been told.)

Be Still, My Beating Heart!

Wow.  Take a look at the costumes in the album cover on Sols(tr)ikke today.

They're incredible!

(Apparently the woman is Bonnie St. Claire, a Dutch singer.  I guess the men were the rest of her band.  Or possibly her male crochet-clad harem.  Every late 1960s/early 1970s songstress worth her salt had one, you know.)

But How Else Could They Tell?

"Chad, I'm not trying to discount what you say about gaydar.  I'm just saying there may be some other... contributing factors to why you've been getting so many interested glances today."

Brood Fail

"Hey, you think it's so easy?  I'd like to see you try to look all deep and broody in this sweater and a pair of orange slacks.  Even with a prop pipe, it's an uphill battle."

Beach Bum

On one hand, this model looks like the epitome of the beach bum...

...but on the other, maybe a beach bum is practically the only type of man who would wear this type of garment.

Nuzzle

Arnold was sadly afflicted with the inability to look natural (and not vaguely awkward or creepy) in a photo.  

Elementary!

Dapper young Sherlock Holmes looks dashing in his red sweater... and matching pants.

"A New Wrinkle"

I think this type of thing is the reason so many people are convinced that crochet is most decidedly not for garments:

...And what exactly makes this "a vest for all seasons"? 

...Please, someone reassure me that this doesn't mean the vest is supposed to worn alone (i.e. sans turtleneck) in the summertime...

...Please?

Today's Man

Huh.
"Today's Man" looks a lot like my mental image of Fussy Soap Opera Man...

...I wonder if they're related...

Ennui

The thrill was gone.  The bloom was off the rose.  The.. meh.  He couldn't be bothered to continue that train of thought.

Leaning back on his piano stool, listlessly plinking the keys, William wondered (carelessly) whether his moroseness was detectable to the outside world... "Aw, who cares, anyway...?"

(I am all fired up to make a sweater like that, now!  Inspired!  And it's all thanks to you, Mr. Model!)

Never Tuck Knits

Maybe it was fashionable back when these photos were taken, but a man in a snug-fitting, "tucked in" sweater just looks odd to my modern eyes:

And my, that last fellow especially is so very thin!  I didn't know men could have wasp-waists!

A Word of Fashion Advice

Do not-- I repeat, do NOT wear a belt on top of a knitted or crocheted vest. 

It's not a Good Look.

Typical Run-of-the-Mill

Just your typical run-of-the-mill photo of a young man modeling a colorful, knitted sweater...

...and holding a baby goat.

...Yeah.

Sporty

This is just what my husband needs, the next time he goes pheasant shooting:

I Spy

Oops.  With all the Christmas hustle and bustle, I forgot that I hadn't scheduled posts for yesterday... Let's make up for it today!

We start the day off with a vintage cover-- Hand Knits for Men. 

What do you suppose this trio of besweatered men might be discussing...?

One possibility:
"That window there about 9 every night.  On top of everything else, she's punctual, too!"

Classic Fanboy

Alfred tried his best to wait until January 27th-- a.k.a. Mozart's birthday, ZOMG!!!-- to unveil his awesome new sweater, but his willpower gave out sometime in mid-December...

Club Boy

"Have you seen Ursula's latest boy toy?  I hear she found him waiting tables at some sort of club..."

I don't know why, but I can't take knitted or crocheted (adult-sized) garments seriously when they prominently feature text.

Go ahead, male model.  Smolder at the camera all you want.  You'll still be wearing a sweater with the word "Club" in script across the chest.  There's not a whole lot you can do about that, really.

Straight from the Rag Bag

This photo was in a publication featuring yarn-craft (crochet, I think)-- but otherwise, I'd never believe that anyone had gone to the trouble of making this top by hand... I mean, considering that it looks like something he dug out of the rag bag after learning (with disgust) that his mom/girlfriend/wife had attempted to remove the worst offenders from his wardrobe.

This is how gangsta beach bums with a penchant for crochet mesh often dress:

Those jumbo-sized gold chains (?) he's wearing underneath really make the outfit, don't you think?

Hippity-Hoppity

Whoa!  I'm having Men in Mesh Week flashbacks!

So tell me... what kind of woman is turned on by a dude in a meshy, sleeveless top decorated with a Playboy Bunny?  I guess it's the same kind of woman who likes a dude in those pants and that Playboy Bunny belt buckle...

(Sometimes, I tremble for the fate of the world.  Other times, I just snort in dismay and carry on with my life.)

Yikes.

Yeah... This makes me want to knit one of those sweaters:

The powder was so phat-- so gnarly-wicked-awesome-- that Rolfe experienced a temporary loss of sanity, threw back his head, and broke the breathless silence of the crisp, mountain air with a shout of unadulterated bliss.  (You really have to be a boarder to understand.)