This story has a bit of everything that fascinates me about clothing - the intersection of class, politics, individualism packed neatly within a group-defined structure, panache, courage, context, pride, a dash of healthy delusion and really bright colors. I was thinking as I read it that these gentlemen had something in common with Teddy Boys in 50s England, and then the author made that same comparison. (So I also like it because now I feel smart, ha ha.) Picking ourselves up out of the ashes always has our clothing choices connected to it, in one way or another. A good read. Self-confessed dandies, Le Sapeurs, have taken the genteel art of dressing to its illogical conclusion. This particular group of sapeurs enjoy a style whose roots lie in salons of Paris of the twenties but is accomplished in tones bright enough to make one’s eyes smart. Indeed, the aforementioned, Sapologists, knowingly juxtapose symbols of glut, more in common with a seventies black Chicago pimp, against their impoverished shanty towns with astounding aplomb - spending a lot more money on their clothing than on their homes.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 13:57:20 +0000
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