Is dressing like Elvis cool again?
I’m only asking because, during a 24-hour period, I saw three men of varying ages, all dressed a la King. And I’m talking far outside the Vegas city limits — in Buffalo, New York, to be exact.
The first gentleman was my cabbie. He had fuzzy dice hanging from his rearview mirror — he won them in Atlantic City — and wore long mutton chop sideburns. He didn’t affect an Elvis drawl, but his intent was obvious.
The second slightly older Elvis was all voice and swagger. He was dressed in western gear, kinda like Elvis as Jess Wade in “Charro!” (That’s an older reference from back when Elvis made cheesy movies. Consult imdb.com for further information.)
And the last Elvis sat across from me on the plane back to Manhattan. He wore a purple leather jacket paired with a turquoise collared shirt. He had the coif down cold, and I’ll bet he wasn’t a day over 25.
Long live the King!