View Larger Even watermarks cannot dampen Jim Lovell’s style.
Aw yisss.
Also, what is going on here? Is Jim guarding the purses at the Jungle Luncheon?
Astronaut Fashions
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Dick Gordon with the New Orleans Saints, October 1972. I weep that this was not in color.
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What is the meaning of this?
View Larger Wernher von Braun at the Santa Susana Field Laboratory in the mid-1950s.
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You poor bastards are sweating your asses off, and Wernher von Braun does not give a fuck. Look how jaunty his hard hat is. This is how much he doesn’t care about your sweaty mustache.
Jim McDivitt, and, more importantly, his GLORIOUS WARDROBE.
I am absolutely not being facetious. I wish everyone still dressed like this.
Is there more of Jim McDivitt looking so freaking stylish you can’t even believe it, you may be asking yourself?
THERE IS. Dig that swanky golf glove. He’s getting ready to commit a contract murder in that thing.
View Larger This photograph was listed on eBay as - I swear - “Scott Carpenter(,) Astronaut Who Wears Short Shorts?”
I’m unsure if the question mark was implying uncertainty over whether this man was actually Scott Carpenter, Astronaut; or if it was speculating on whether said short shorts were, indeed, short. The answers to these questions are A) No, and B) Yes.
Move over, John Glenn.
View Larger If you don’t love family portraits from the early 70s, I don’t know what to tell you. You might not have a soul.
In related news, I’m getting mildly seasick from the combination of patterns Gene decided to throw together. And I used to have like four outfits made of that same sailboat material as Teresa’s dress. I miss 70s fashion.
Fun fact: My parents own that bird statue in the background.
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Still can’t get over this pic, even now.
Front (l-r): Frank, Jim L, John, Pete, Jim Mc, Ed
Back (l-r): Someone, Tom, Deke, Neil, Elliot.
[It took me an age to identify everyone].
Not sure if they’re desert training or auditioning for bit-parts in Lawrence of Arabia.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/8f86952af17822fc9b7ade2c40c31a7c/tumblr_mmng995hMn1qdwv35o1_500.jpg)
Still can’t get over this pic, even now.
Front (l-r): Frank, Jim L, John, Pete, Jim Mc, Ed
Back (l-r): Someone, Tom, Deke, Neil, Elliot.
[It took me an age to identify everyone].
Not sure if they’re desert training or auditioning for bit-parts in Lawrence of Arabia.
View Larger J: “Hey Ed, a quick word about your pants, fella. Did you not get mah memo? We’re not hikin’ ‘em up to our armpits anymore. It’s the Swingin’ Sixties now, we gotta try and keep hip. From now on, it’s gonna be lots of velour and low-waisted slacks, raht, Gus?”
G: “Fuckin’ A.”
J: “So, you in?”
E: “Normal rules of fashion don’t apply to me, guys. I’m Superman, can’t you see my Superhuman Arm Veins? Go pester Borman if you want to give someone grief about their flood pants. Also, velour will never happen, babe.”
J: “……………………”
G: “Fuckin’ A.”
Stop trying to make velour happen.
