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And now for a gratuitous picture of myself posted on the tumblr weeks ago:
This blog talks a lot about dressing like a man, or whatever that means. To a certain degree, it also traffics in conformity. As I type this, I realize just how loaded that word is, but conformity is exactly what I mean.
Truthfully, I hadn’t given it much thought until I read this post, and had a quick email conversation with the internets homie, Bethlehem Shoals. This passage stood out to me:
I’m not so sure that anyone wants to look all that interesting anymore, at least not across a certain demographic. Call it backlash, or aging out, but I think it’s just as likely a re-packaging of pretending not to give a fuck.
I’m not sure I entirely agree with that opinion. I’d like to think that the move towards more traditional men’s style is more conformity than affectation. Conformity in the sense of humbling oneself, and becoming a part of something larger without completely sublimating the individual. Traditional menswear conveys a certain respect for ourselves as well as the institutions with which we engage. For the same reason that guests shouldn’t wear red to a funeral or white to a wedding, a man showing up to conduct business should dress the part (Jesse at PTO has a great post related to this very subject). We have cultural norms, and unless you have personal issues with the norm (a perfectly acceptable position to take) a man should embrace the traditions. In short, it’s one thing to be a rebel, it’s entirely another if your only point of rebellion is to look like shit.
You can play the game by the rules, and still show some flair. It’s the difference between a guy like Derrick Rose, and some And-1 mixtape kid. If you have style, it’ll show.
So much for the Heat being the most stylish team in hoops.
Mario, I hope that’s some sort of external insulin pump on your waist. Surely you know better than to wear your cell phone(s) clipped to your belt. C’mon, Son. I’m inclined to blame Juwan Howard for this, as the entire aesthetic harkens back to his mid-nineties heyday. The whole thing looks eerily familiar.
Actually the JM guys did it better, considering the fact that they probably didn’t have a stylist. At least they knew to stay away from dark shirts.
By my estimation, this guy is wearing somewhere in the neighborhood of 47 different accessories. I spy 2-3 scarves alone,yet somehow he pulls it off.
Fantastic. I could have done without the tacky-ass LV bag, though. I guess he gets a pass for being Italian.
I’m kinda feeling this look. The guy on the right would be killing it if he were wearing men’s jeans.
French-Korean Sailor-Pimps are too next-level for me to wrap my head around.
Polo is an odd brand in that it’s simultaneously underrated and overrated. To some, the brand is synonymous with overpriced 80′s prep-wear later co-opted by hip-hop culture and eventually sold at Marshalls. To others, Polo epitomizes American style, coupling New England Ivy-style with a certain Wild-West ruggedness. Polo is both of those things, and a lot more. The brand offers t-shirts made in Bangladesh and festooned with logos in the same collection as shoes Suits made in Italy by Corneliani. If avoid clothing with logos (always a good idea), you can find some great deal at RL’s winter sale. for example:
Every now and then we discover an ingenious invention that is maddening in its simplicity. The conceit might be laughable, but the utility undeniable. Everyone wishes that they thought of the Snuggie (including the guy who created the Slanket). One needn’t be Edison, Marconi or Carver to dream this crap up. I’m sure 50% of my readers have worn their robes backwards at least once. Yet for every Snuggie or CamiLace, there’s one of these:
Yup, it’s a garter designed to keep your sagging pants from falling down. If you look closely, you’ll see that the model is wearing another device that serves the same purpose. It’s called a belt. Pull your pants up.
A few weeks back, I was asked to pen a guest piece for another, more prominent, blog about style and the NBA, that could be tied into the re-release of Rockin’ Steady: A Guide to Basketball and Cool, by Walt Frazier and Ira Berkow. One might think a guy whose blog url is clydefrazierapproves.com would have read Rockin’ Steady, but somehow it eluded me. Until it showed up in my mailbox yesterday, I had never read a word of it, and frankly had no idea what expect.
After tearing through the book in few hours, I’m still not quite sure what to make of it. Equal parts style guide, time capsule, basketball tutorial, and autobiography, Rockin’ Steady is one of the strangest books I’ve ever read. I couldn’t begin to tell you where this thing fits under the Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress systems. More than anything, it’s a glimpse into Walt “Clyde” Frazier’s mind, circa 1974.
Things I learned from Rockin’ Steady
And most importantly I learned:
Rockin’ Steady is incomparably quirky, and a must read for any fans of seventies professional basketball. The only thing that would have made it better is if Clyde had played in the ABA.