This week we'd like to bring you an inspiring message. A message of hope, perseverance, and the notion that people who bring about wrongdoing in this world can change. If you're thinking change pertaining to notions of ethics, violence, and ideology, I'm not sure. In fact, probably not; just take a look around! But can people better themselves stylistically? A resounding and thundering yes, as proven by this week's installment of You Used to Dress Like THAT?!?! Today we have three true titans of the fashion industry who all overcame sartorial adversity (namely the period of 1977 - 1983) to evolve into the tastemakers we peons aspire to one day be. So while taking a peek into their past transgressions may offer a momentary chuckle, don't just withdraw back into muted awe when you admire their contemporary steez and success. Use this to realize that you too could one day stop dressing so monstrously and join these three behemoths atop Mt. Crispy.
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The snarling, sneering, menswear guru (far right) gives absolutely zero fucks so he naturally allowed us to run this photo of him as a pre-teen in North Carolina. Like all evil geniuses, his mastery of menswear (and womenswear) had its humble beginnings. We're gonna guess that those roots must have sprouted sometime after this photograph was taken, unless traditional American prep stems from old-timey popcorn hawkers' uniforms and haircuts that look like Roman Centurion helmets. If that's the case all these heritage Americana blogs have been leading us astray. But I'm jumping too quickly to conclusions and beatings by Mark. We asked McNasty what he was thinking when he was dressing like this. After all, I wasn't around during this era to understand the context of this personal presentation, or the epistemology of coolness and other societal systems and constructions encapsulated by this boy's choices of fashion. Mark's answer? "I was pimpin'."
McNairy admits that he doesn't think that his childhood outfit would work today, "but it did back then." Perhaps this obvious but overlooked contradiction has influenced the trademark timelessness of his sartorial creations and his sartorial pimpin'. He says that he "[has] learned his lesson" and won't succumb to trends. Instead, he makes and wears what he likes. One other trademark of his pimpin': the fact that he and Rick Ross are singlehandedly keeping the American economy afloat by being the two biggest supporters of the delicate but crucial American industry of poppin' bottles of rosé.
(photo by Guerre)
It took a minute to track down this man about town. I hope to one day be able to give the reasons for elusiveness that match the caliber of his (Mine are usually gripes about the B train. His involved Boglioli). The style maven is now the go-to guide for all issues concerning style, but we wanted to investigate whether he was always a trusted council pertaining to a gentleman's attire and lifestyle.
Wow. Turns out British schoolboy Nick (on the right) dressed better than the current you and I. Even as a wee lad he was getting sprezzy with the tie blade swizzle! The Fashion Director of Esquire relished getting crispy with his school uniform at an early age, except for "the gray flannel shorts which were rather short, and de rigueur even in the depths of winter." Nick told us that "if you had a note from your doctor you were allowed trousers but this was considered weak." Lucky for us Nick began wearing three piece flannel suits to class later on, and can now school us in Introduction to Pleats, Break: A Gentleman's Game, Advanced Cuffing, and all other pant-related subjects.
Mr. Sullivan has graduated from the Angus Young tie & shortshorts get-up to a rakish style he tells us was prompted by watching leading British gentlemen of classic films - Colin Firth in Another Country, Richard E. Grant in Withnail and I, and Michael Caine in The Italian Job (hint: go watch and learn from all those films, menswear nerds). Like McNairy's sentiment above, Nicholas doesn't believe in trends or labels, but instead prefers clothes and items that last all tests of time. Want proof? His current raincoat is from 1951, his watch is from 1936, and his umbrella is from 1912. And remaining impervious to the whims of time, Nick doesn't think that Future-Nick will be too embarrassed of any photo from 2011. "I don't worry about looking unfashionable because I'm never very fashionably dressed in the first place, except maybe - like a stopped watch - by accident." Well, if you find yourself hanging around this man, be careful as it seems that he is very accident-prone.
(photo by IsaacLikes)
Whether it's because he doesn't want "to freak out the artists" he deals with on the daily, or because one of the few goals he had in life "was to never have a job where [he] had to put on a suit and tie every morning," Andy Cohn, the president of The Fader, deliberately and proudly keeps it casual. But in the late 70's, what was a casual kid to wear?
Apparently, it was to channel "some sort of Tom Sawyer meets Von Trapp kid hybrid." We hear it was a strange time, so we'll accept it. Of course, Andy's get-up was topped off "by none other than a pair of super crispy all-white Buster Browns." Come to think of it, the young McNairy had a Buster Brown haircut! And we of course cannot help to notice that the Cohn patrilineal bunch has always been a stylish bloodline. Where exactly does Grandpa Cohn's collar point end?!?!
Andy now dresses with the intent to never look "like someone that may hold a real job" though in this case Yelawolf is kinda beating Andy at his own game... To achieve his goal of never appearing corporate Andy rocks nothing but graphic tees, hoodies, and Levi's 501's, 514's, and Capital E's. You have to admire the man who has dealt with the biggest names in music for the past 15 years and has crafted his own uniform of sorts. Clearly Andy knows what he likes, which also includes "plenty of options" when it comes to footwear. Andy, please tell us that you have some limited edition The Fader x Buster Brown collabo in the works!