My dad was the king of style in the 60s. So what if he got chased through Wall street and threatened because he wore flower shirts? Who cares if he was so skinny that he was better suited to the Mod look of the times? My dad was such also a lover of bandanas, shaggy hair, an bell bottoms that he rocked this look for years after the 60s had ended. I think he still has a few of his old jeans, which he calls 'dungarees.'
Fortunately for me, my father has always been pretty skinny. In high school I used to wear his army pants that had a 27" waist. It was the perfect grunge moment to pull theses fatigues from the closet. In fact, I think I might just grab his jacket today and throw it over my leggings, pairing it with my Mexican soldier boots. Sounds like a good throwback Thursday look!
My dad has always been an entrepreneur in his own right. During the 60s he had a Man with A Van business. With his Volkswagen panel truck he used to haul garbage, tree trunks, and moving boxes from Germantown or Washington Heights up to Northern Westchester and Rockland. The truck had poor heating and commercial plates, so he couldn't use most of the highways leading out of NYC. He would tell crazy stories about driving down Bear Mountain during a snowstorm, before there was even have a guardrail. The cliffs dropped down over 1,000 feet to the Hudson below. That must have been quite an adventure!