According to a profile in The New Yorker, the most influential person in American fashion believes that a man needs a uniform.
Every day J. Crewâ€™s Mickey Drexler wears a heather-gray T-shirt, a striped â€œThomas Masonâ€ blue-and-white button-down with long sleeves rolled up and shirttails out, aged Swedish jeans, and Alden cordovan wingtips. Sometimes he adds a plain black blazer.
Thatâ€™s it, guys, the new-millennial uniform for aged hipsters. Itâ€™s a good look, casual yet savvy. At least itâ€™s not black â€“ the default fashionista uniform.
Straight cut blue jeans on a guy in his sixties? After a certain age, donâ€™t men need a little forgiveness in the seat, waist, and thigh?
Speaking personally, Mr. Henry finds that whenever he spends an entire day wearing pants that pinch his privates, his mood suffers.
Consistent with the hard-driving CEO personality, Mickey Drexler is short-tempered. Could this be a symptom of tight pants syndrome?
Let â€˜em loose, Mr. Drexler. Your underlings will appreciate it.