Oh, George Will, my favorite Republican scold. You had me for a while, with your anti-denim rant, until you dissed cartoons, and then we parted company. (Also, I’m not entirely certain about the wisdom of taking sartorial advice from a man who wears a bow tie without a trace of irony.)
But I snickered at your source material when it said, “Denim is the SUV of fabrics, the wardrobe equivalent of driving a hulking Land Rover to the Whole Foods Market.”
Just yesterday, I was looking out a bus window and sighing to myself over the way the ugliest of ugly fashion trends refuses to die, and being generally despondent over the fact that unless you count steampunk fashion — which is delightful but still somewhat rare — there has been nothing new in the fashion world for years and years. Maybe decades.
Honestly, can you pinpoint any significant differences between the way people dress today and the way they dressed ten years ago? If I thought it was just because people hadn’t bought any new clothes in the last ten years, I’d be sympathetic. Or if it was everyone settling on their own unique individual style and sticking with that, that would be great.
But what has happened is that people have settled on a basic blueprint, which always seems to start with jeans that don’t fit them, and then you can tell they’re always buying new jeans because the surfacing changes — you know, the hip brands shift a bit, sometimes fading is in and sometimes it’s not, that sort of thing.
George Will attributes all this jeans-wearing to rampant immaturity, but I think that’s just because it’s a rant he already likes to make. I am inclined to think the mind-boggling ubiquity of jeans is more closely related to whatever has caused mainstream fashion trends to mummify the way they have.
What is that? Why is fashion dead?
I am not entirely sure. As soon as I have a good theory I’ll share it. Feel free to make suggestions of your own.