A Day To Be Vain!

Week after week, I spend my time writing about what I think is nice, sharp style for aging Mods and what kind of things Mods should, hopefully, be avoiding.

But for all you know, while expressing what I think is Mod Gone Wrong or what kind of styles Mod males should be gravitating toward, I could be this guy:

So, on a day like today, I think I'm allowed to be a little vain and put myself out there for YOU to judge and ridicule. And that's okay because as a kid with big ears, a teenager with a bad acne problem, and an adult who's knee-high to a grasshopper, I've learned to take it.

So here, I present my own Moddish evolution through the years. Have a good laugh!

Pre-Mod Smiths fanatic.

The period between leaving behind my 'new-wave' look in favor of a sk-mod look. About 15/16 years old.

Second from the right, last year of high school, with my mod/rude boy/skinhead crew.

18-years-old with, yes, a parka... and patches... and pins.

First year of college, surrounded by the Berkeley/San Francisco Mods who would help shape my tastes over those early years. (l.-r: Xan, Nic, Jules, Rhett, Sean, Jon, Dave, me on the bottom.)

About 20 years old, with my friend Susan, for a friend's photo project. (NOTE:  not my bike!)

About 22 years-old for another friend's photo project.

In my mid-to-late-20s trying to keep up with a stylish group. (l.-r.: Devon, me, Dave, and Doug)

30-years-old with my future wife.

Early 30s with my favorite people! (l.-r.: Irene, Jon, Karen, and me)

Mid-30s with guys who know how to kick it real. (l.-r.: Matt, me, and Dean.)

Halloween with Dave as me (even wearing some of my old clothes) and me as a stereotype.

Late 30s with lead singer of the Idea and my not-quite-yet wife. (l.-r.: Jon, me, and Irene)

Today, helping to spread the Mod gospel. A little older, a little wiser, and a little heavier, but not anymore taller.

Well, there you go. I hope that over the years I've done what many say and that's 'kept the faith.'

MANY THANKS FOR READING THE MOD MALE BLOG!