This makes perfect sense. Since the Billyburg types have been aping '70s style, it was inevitable that one would dig out The Preppy Handbook from 1980. Call it what you will, it's still a rerun.
This makes an interesting companion to the Anna Wintour piece of earlier today. Someone who seems to have shed her previous self (or selves) as definitively as possible, and someone who so lovingly curates his past that it seems he'd go back there permanently, if he could.
I've worn my Brooks Brothers blazer everywhere in New York. I've worn it at strip clubs and the Metropolitan Club, at dive bars and the second floor lounge at the Yale Club.
I suppose it's "trad," but the real reason is that I have a complete lack of fashion sense.
I know that I can wear this article of clothing pretty much anywhere, and even a harsh critic like BookishLookish will consider me well dressed.
Cankle this, cankle that. You guys are served a pupu platter of delicious potential mock-worthy topics, and you choose to overwhelmingly focus on the lamest and most obvious thing of them all--a physical characteristic that a person can't do anything about. Give me a major break. Now I feel sorry for "cankle" guy.
Where to begin? The word trad. Right there you know the guy is full of wannabe shit. Second, trying too hard. Overdressed for a tennis match. Third, what the hell kind of shoes are those? They're not penny loafers, they're not oxfords, they're poxfords or something. Fourth, forgetting that fact that they are white and have a logo on the cankle, why socks at all? Fifth, judging from the ankle girth, the guy is a fat shit, which, as we all know, indicates that he is poor because obesity is a socioeconomic problem. He should probably focus more on his insurance career.
@The Lone Scout: Exactly. I was at the J. Press summer sale a couple of months ago, and at the counter they were offering "TRAD" lapel pins. Really, J. Press? And even Bean now plasters its name all over its merchandise. What is the world coming to?
@SidAndFinancy: Wow. And to think how I used to shop at J. Press because Brooks Brothers was too flashy. (And I am talking about the years before BB started selling purple shirts.)
Now I know the next time I get a tendonitis attack in my ankle, I can go to Brooks Brothers for a cool Trad ace bandage that's all embroidered and shit. Thanks Gawker Photographer at the U.S. Open!
It's ridiculous how much enjoyment I'm getting out of this post. The Trad blog is hysterical--author = a 12-year-old Jonas Brothers female fan trapped into the body of a 52-year-old male insurance exec. He's posting pics of his "trad" belts and writing magical, droolly entries about them.
Also, the "trad guru" who is the voice of authority in the NYO piece? He studied European history at Yale but found true self-actualization working the floor as a retail clerk at J. Press.
@snugbug: RE The Trad blog: agreed. It's mesmerizing.
I'd also add that our man seems to take a fair amount of his literary inspiration from J. Peterman:
"On our first date, we sat in a green vinyl booth at the Holiday Inn on the beach, drank $4 cocktails, smoked cigarettes from her silver case and talked about writing and writers. I looked past her and out the glass doors to the ocean and I remember thinking... I was a very long way from Ft Bragg."
Just substitute "Fairmont Monte Carlo" for "Holiday Inn" and "Istanbul" for "Ft. Bragg," and you're none the wiser.
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(and the little snake has a man's Belgian Loafer in his pisk)
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J. Press is a subsidiary of the Tokyo garmento conglomerate Onward Kashiyama. Has been since 1986.
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Domo aregato re: the garmento.
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I suppose it's "trad," but the real reason is that I have a complete lack of fashion sense.
I know that I can wear this article of clothing pretty much anywhere, and even a harsh critic like BookishLookish will consider me well dressed.
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Not, anyway, if you are actual, lower-case-t, frayed-at-the-cuffs, button-downed trad. No logos. No bragging. No seats in the stratosphere.
Thanks for puncturing the "Trad" pretentiousness, Ham.
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I'm glad someone has the balls to say that.
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You called? I come from a long line of . . . nobody in particular.
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Also, the "trad guru" who is the voice of authority in the NYO piece? He studied European history at Yale but found true self-actualization working the floor as a retail clerk at J. Press.
Love it. LOVE IT.
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I'd also add that our man seems to take a fair amount of his literary inspiration from J. Peterman:
"On our first date, we sat in a green vinyl booth at the Holiday Inn on the beach, drank $4 cocktails, smoked cigarettes from her silver case and talked about writing and writers. I looked past her and out the glass doors to the ocean and I remember thinking... I was a very long way from Ft Bragg."
Just substitute "Fairmont Monte Carlo" for "Holiday Inn" and "Istanbul" for "Ft. Bragg," and you're none the wiser.