You know, our imaginations can be pretty broad and vast.
So, really, there's no reason that Edgar Rice Burroughs' John Carter Of Mars has to always be seen as half-naked leftovers from Frazetta covers wandering around the Red Planet, despite what a generation of cheap paperback covers have taught us.
Another huge surprise:
I'm not sure about that hair, though...
But good gosh, we (and by we, I mean you, Dynamite Comics) sure seem to have settled into a rut, a group-think that suggests that the only possible interpretation of John Carter is to get Dejah Thoris as naked as possible as often as possible and to make John himself straight barbarian, rather than interplanetary swashbuckler.
But they can wear clothes, guys, even if only once in awhile...
From Dell Four Color #375, #437 & #488 (1952-53)