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michael-jackson-crotchSince Michael Jackson’s untimely death last week, MJ fashion retrospectives have been popping up like daisies on headstones.  Which is a good thing:  the man was a style and music icon, and this part of his legacy should be celebrated.

But why read about the man and his myth when you can walk around dressed like him?  After all, that’s what uber-fan and long-time MJ friend Corey Feldman did upon hearing of Jackson’s death.  80’s fashion has definitely experienced a resurgence as of late, but in a post-Michael Jackson world, even wearing your gold thong on the outside of your pants is fair game.  Right, Lady GaGa?

So if you want to look like the King of Pop, minus the kid dangling off the balcony, try these three easy pieces:

michael-jackson-stageAviator Sunglasses

Faithful to his mirrored look until the end, Michael Jackson almost singlehandedly popularized aviators in the early 1980’s.  (To properly credit another cultural touchstone of the 80s, I’m sure the movie Top Gun didn’t hurt aviator sales either.)

Statement Jacket

Sequined or lamé, military or leather, the man understood the power of a dramatic topper.  Often thrown over nothing but a simple black t-shirt or white button-down, the jackets proclaimed flash, while expressing at the same time an understanding of the fact that fashion is nothing but layers that can be peeled off to reveal a basic human core.

The Glove

In lieu of explanation (does this really need any?), I’ll leave you with an anecdote:  after learning of MJ’s death, all the doctors and nurses at our local hospital wore one glove.  The solo glove was Michael Jackson’s universal signifier; what it signified, like much of Michael Jackson’s life, we’ll never be sure.

Farrah-FawcettRIP, Farrah:  at the young age of 62, style icon Fawcett passed away today after a long battle with cancer.  Besides the family, friends, and film legacy she leaves behind, there will be her eternal status as a style icon.  And oh, the fashion…

Let’s start with her hair.  As a child born of the 70s, I remember our tiny black-and-white TV broadcasting the hit show “Charlie’s Angels”  (way past my bedtime, of course).  Although the picture wasn’t even in color, Farrah’s hair seemed to glow; as big as the top half of the screen, her highlighted wings were a character of their own.  A few years later, I whined to my mother that I hated my own blonde locks, and wanted glorious brown hair like Brooke Shields.  Repressing a gasp, she replied, “Honey, you have Farrah hair.  Be happy.”

On to her clothes:  she wore tight, silky jumpsuits; t-shirts without bras; fitted, high-waisted, not-mom jeans; and infamously, a red bathing suit that dads around the world wished they could pin up on their bedroom wall.  (There’s a reason why the Baywatch girls ran around the beach in red one-pieces.)  Photos of her outfits would slide almost seamlessly into today’s fashion magazines.  We can see now that what seemed like trends spawned by a hit TV series ended up being timeless.

So here’s to you, Farrah:  may our memories of you always be as smiling and golden as the pictures.