For some reason, when we think of country-glitz tailor Nudie Cohn, we think of Gram Parsons. Although plenty of other famous C&W stars of the era wore Nudie's suits, there's something about Parsons' wearing of them that just seemed neither hokey or kitschy, cf. the cover of the Flying Burrito Brothers' Gilded Palace of Sin. Of course, Nudie himself was all about the kitsch, and his cars attest to it. Six-shooter door handles? No problem. Saddles as child seats? Why not? Coins, rifles and steer horns the size of Manute Bol's leg? Even better. The New York Times has a great piece on Nudie's unlikely origins and his place in both the country music and automotive pantheons. Check it out.
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