Oh, that one’s back. I bought an army jacket a couple of months ago from Express. No messages yet, though. The 70s are in full swing!
I can’t really think of a personal example.
To quote Walt Kelly’s Albert Alligator, “Funny how a good-lookin’ fella look handsome in anything he throw on…”
Socks that matched my shirt color (usually something bright – it was the 80s) with black pants and black shoes. Breaks up the whole bottom half.
Eyeshadow in colors that unfortunately are coming back.
Yep. Same grade, same reason.
I remember one of the discount department store chains–what was then considered discount, like Sears or JCP–branded their Members Only knock-offs as Join In.
Usually I don’t follow fashion trends, but when one does come along that I like, I tend to grab and hold on to it for dear life. I’ve had a few, but the worst was probably acid washed Levi’s, back around 1988 - 1990.
I went through a lot of these necklaces from like 7-9th grades. I regret the error.
I’m a Midwestern girl and I did this before it became a trend in my neck of the woods(it was 1980): I was newly employed with my first job (at McDonalds) and having received my very first paycheck I walked into a hair salon and asked for a haircut. Up until that point, my mother had always arranged for and taken me for my hair care. I recall feeling so grown up when I went in by myself with my own money.
The stylist - a recent transplant from California - asked if I liked the “new styles” and I gave consent. My long - and I don’t mind saying it - beautiful hair was cut from my head into what I can only describe as Rod Stewart’s hairstyle. Yeah - I had the first punk rock haircut in my small town, at least 2 or 3 years ahead of the arrival of the actual trend.
I went home, my mother literally screamed and said “we’re suing”.
I wore a baseball cap for a year.
I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of a powder blue polyester leisure suit in my closet during the late 70s.
I won’t apologize for it but I wore a flannel every day for about half of the 90s. It was practical - you wore it around your waist until you got cold and then put it on proper! Of course I was always hot so I rarely wore it proper. But in my posters, Eddie never put his on, either.
Probably that leisure suit with the platform shoes, back in the late 1970’s.
Say it ain’t so! Besides being butt ugly, those things were more flammable than the Hindenburg!
I am embarrassed to admit I fell into the disco trend. Happy to admit it didn’t last long.
In the early early 90s there was a trend for pants that had weird flaps in the front that criss-crossed each other and buttoned on either side of the waist. Anyone remember those? For about a year everyone had them and then they disappeared forever, thank god.
When I was a teen I wanted to have long hair. My parents were having none of it. I harassed them for months until they agreed to a compromise:
rat tail :smack: .
But that wasn’t enough, so later I started sporting a…
mullet :smack: .
I also took to hanging a…
combination lock
… from one my jean jacket buttonholes. As result, the left side of said jacket was a good 3 inches lower than the right one :smack::smack::smack:.
Amazingly, this is also when I started dating my first girlfriend. A really classy and intelligent girl. No, really !
Go figure.
This is one of those times when being a black male pays, as our fashion crimes are relatively minor.
Except for the Jheri curl. :hangs head:
I also wore shorts, timberlands and a big coat when it was cold out. And combat boots and shorts.
The shell-toe Adidas with the fat laces however were NOT a crime.
Dr Scholl’s sandals that you had to curl and uncurl your toes with each step so they wouldn’t slip off your feet.
Gauchos
Feathered hair with a well defined middle part in the 70’s
Spiral perms in the 80’s
Black straight leg Levi’s with Doc Martens
I pretty much wear the same clothes as I did in the 80s… jeans and long sleeved shirts, with some khakis thrown in. But…
I did rock a 1984-issue Bono Mullet, however. 
Back in the 80s, I all too often wore a button-up pink shirt, unbuttoned, over a t-shirt. The shame, it burns…
From the 1984-1985 time frame:
Painter’s caps -I had at least 5, as they were a popular promotional item at the time.
Men’s muscle tees - Not a regular T-shirt with the sleeves cut off; but the store-bought ones with ribbing on the arm holes. And I didn’t bother to shave my manly pits.
Yeah, this was me, fortunately. Disco was maybe for Italian-Americans from Brooklyn, but us guys from Queens would have nothing to do with it, and wore blue jeans (plain Levis, not stone washed or acid washed or anything like that) and flannel shirts all the time.
Thank God I dodged the disco bullet. I have pictures of me from the 70s. It’s OK. I don’t mind people seeing them. I pretty much dress the same way, have the same haircut, and even wear the same glasses.