60s Inspo

Ayyyyyyy

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God the 70s were the worst

that was taken in 1969

GOAT

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guy in the yellow on the right.
wow, look amazing

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Yeah, 60s ended in 68. Those bellbottoms were more popular in 70s

>116X170
Learn how to save pics user.

Behold

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Man they really liked getting on top of stuff in the 60s.

Why does he have a tea cup holder around his neck lmao

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this is a manson thread now

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God bless

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w2c a jacket like the one on bottom right?

looks like a harrington to me

A lot of inspiration to pick and choose that doesn't look dated or trying hard. Thanks user

>60s ended in 68
trying way too hard to salvage your original comment

you were wrong

london used to look so cool.

He's not entirely wrong. The "60s spirit," all the hope and optimism and sense of progress, pretty much died when Nixon got elected. At least it did in America.

I would believe it if someone said this was taken in 2018

Wtf... The kid on the far left, so dope. Is this really from the 60's?

Yes, it's from a 1965 edition of Life magazine, if I'm not mistaken.

Goddamn Paul is so effay here. I really wish he kept the beard, he looked so good with it. John looks good here too. George isn't in this picture, but that's ok because his outfit wasn't that great 2bh. Same with Ringo.

They were all pretty effay here, too

its a harp holder

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Here's a picture of the French actor Alain Delon on the set of Les Aventuriers, 1967.

What is this, inspo for ants?!?

>60's inpo
>nobody's posted The Who yet

Holy fuck my sides

I bet you'll look good walking around in a union jack jacket, user.

“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened...

...My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

>pretty much died when Nixon got elected.
You know damn well the sexual revolution is what killed it.

Yeah I hear everyone was getting on top of your mom back then

what the fuck is going on here

Mods!

yeah, back in the 60s people would do anything to get high