I spent years thinking, you know, if I could just get one piece of writing published, I will die happy. Then I got one piece of writing published and I thought, oh, what I would really like to do is get a piece of writing published at the New Yorker. And then I got a piece of writing published at the New Yorker, and I thought, I would like to write a book. And then I sold a book to a publisher, and I thought, I hope this book sells well. I hope that I achieve some measure of cultural success. And then I read accounts like Emily’s and realize, that wheel just keeps on turning regardless. Nobody’s fully successful, and no one’s fully a failure. We’re all just doing the best we can to survive in an economy that hates writers, and in fact hates pretty much everyone. There’s a level on which just continuing to try is sort of heroic.
The Futility of Chasing a “Successful” Writing Career by Michelle Dean.
"What people want now is [film] violence that is clean and quick, provoking no questions."
This is occurring everywhere in action cinema, not just in remakes.
Street Etiquette is just one of many style blogs that crowd the internet. They are like a modern-day, digital version of the [Men’s Dress Reform Party], and like the MDRP, they have a fairly unified vision of what menswear should be: a worn-in pair of Red Wing boots, with the soles sliding at a diagonal and the leather building up a grit; Ryan Gosling; a flash of orange socks in wingtip brogues; the urban woodsman; Ryan Gosling, again. The current sartorial zeitgeist marries the rugged manliness of a lumberjack with the tailoring sensibilities of a British dandy. It’s an updated masculinity for the urbanite.
Just as the MDRP had always hoped, men are reclaiming fashion for men, but ironically, they’re going back to the bespoke suit and oxford shoes. The diversity in menswear is in the minutiae of the details—the type of collar, the color of the stitching of a buttonhole, the length of the placket. There is depth, but not much range.
In the end, the grammar, meaning the form of the clothes, has remained the same. Suits are still “universal.” Pants are de rigueur. Much of the excitement surrounding menswear has come from the fact that self-professed heterosexuals like Mordechai Rubinstein are joining in on the fun. Rubinstein likes three-piece suits and dislikes “men who are getting too pretty.” It is a way of saying, I do enjoy the occasional purple pocket square. No homo. Men can reclaim fashion while still retaining their masculinity. While most are not as explicit as Rubinstein, they are essentially speaking the same language, the language of legitimacy, power, and respectability. As David Foster Wallace might have said, this is the Standard White English of fashion.
One part discussion of the language of men’s fashion and one part beautifully written coming of age story, all while disguised as a story about drop crotch pants.