For as long as I can remember, my mother has been telling me stories of herself as a teenager in the late 1960's, when she was madly in love with Mick Jagger (complete with poster-kissing, and the like). I always thought she was hopelessly silly for that, since, up until recently, I didn't find Mr. Jagger at all attractive (and, when looking at his present-day self, I still don't)! But recently, something changed, and those puppy dog eyes and big pouty lips seem to win me over every single time. I also recently watched the lovely film Nowhere Boy, a biopic of John Lennon's teenage life, and I am once again in love with him and all of the young Beatles. But oh, Mick... and oh, every other pretty sixties man. x
Mr. Harrison is a dream...
And look at those lovely pastel suits!
He's got the most pinchable cheeks.
Despite being a fresh-faced Mick Jagger fangirl, I will never stop loving Mr. Presley (just look at that cable-knit sweater! And that gorgeous hair!)
(For any male-appreciation post, Special Agent Dale Cooper aka Kyle Maclachlan must be included).
Don't get me started on those sixties girls!
Lovely, lovely, lovely.