I like the shirt and the tie and the color of the sweater. But what is it with these models and their enormous waxen hands?

We're in the early-mid sixties here, and while things are mod, they're not unduly so. Notions of taste and decorum still apply; men are encouraged to look sharp. This fellow looks as if he could be called upon to get up in a plane and shoot down Jerries, if the need arose. Which it possibly could. Bloody Jerries!