The pocket combs, the Brylcreem, the tortoiseshell specs: turn on the transistor that’s just out of frame, and you’d expect to hear Fabian. But this is 1968, four years before a purple-haired Todd Rundgren pounded out “Hello It’s Me” on The Midnight Special, polka-dotted feathers glued to his eyebrows. This guy, surrounded by groomsmen who took that title literally, probably never traded the hair tonic for man bangs or feathered hair, much less feathered eyebrows. Resist the look of the times, be called a square—all we know is pomade is still a thing (proof: #brylcreem) and that these guys, unlike their brethren who answered the call of unisex cuts and hooded jumpsuits, probably don’t mortally dread #throwbackthursday.
Snapshot: The Merry Groomsmen
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