Oh Snap! If “rhythm is a dancer“, then Mark Madsen’s middle name starts with an “R” and ends with an “hythm”.
For those of you born after 1995, direct your attention to this aesthlete. Fashion forward (those white washed dad jeans would cost you $180 in 2015) and unrelenting on the dance floor, Mark Madsen’s progressive, if not downright prescient (see: juking), style transcends fads, media types, and .com bubbles.
When it’s pure, you know.
Mark Madsen dances.
Bonus: Mark Madsen plays barefoot. Profound.
We’re all sad that Mad Men is over. Trust me, no one loves projecting pseudo-sci-fi, vintage advertising historical fiction onto my daily affairs more than I do. Thanks for the smoking habit, Don! Now if I can find someone to get the burn marks out of the polyester seat cover of my cherry red 1964 Jaguar XK-E. Thanks again, Don, for depleting my savings account.
There’s no need to give up on the past. Nostalgia sells. Let’s celebrate aesthleticism in it’s purest form by wishing the Jeep Wagoneer a Happy 52nd Birthday to a car that made wood panels sexy and doesn’t need the family’s au pair to translate “apres ski”. No need for commentary here, just soak it in, kids.