Elitism does exist alright and those of that persuasion can obviously have their say, but this is just a bloody clothes forum FFS. Stating people don't belong here is not on I find. Even the implication they're being tolerated rather than liked to be here I think is objectionable. People who are regarded as 'outsiders' ( perhaps by themselves as well ) should be made to feel welcome, think e.g. The Beatnik, simple as that.....
Well at least you have the decency to listen and learn from the lesser gods. Yes "hierarchy" implies that this is better than that Jim. Good boy.
I just saw some golfer type walking past in nantucked reds and a blue ralph lauren oxford shirt. There used to be masses of guys here sporting that combination, and you still see them around every now and then. Now some would say "that's not Ivy". They will have sound arguments for it and if you're lucky you'll even hear them elaborate, focus on details and break it down until there is nothing left of the Ivy bit. Fair points, probably, coming from a strict definition. My question however would be: those clothes didn't just land on this guy by divine intervention did they. Then how did they get there? They are part of our culture, but how did this come about?
What interests me is the big picture I've touched upon earlier, dilution and all. Maybe I should just ditch the whole "Ivy" label to avoid confusion, but I'm fascinated by the obvious old American influence that can still be seen in Western dress today. The historical preservation society of purists is a very intriguing bunch but they're only part of a much bigger thing. They are so highly focused that some fail to acknowledge the vast environment they are only the most authentic looking part of (I'll give 'em that).
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The Elitist and the Lesser God walk into the high street shop. They see a cardboard decor with vague hints to an old gentleman's club or library, looking like wood. It has big plastic lettering designed by a Swede to look like metal. It says "Gant". They walk into the "shop in the shop" and examine the clothes. Seersucker, madras, navy knitwear, khaki bermudas, button down collared shirts. Picking up a shirt, the Elitist points out that the fabric is flimsy, the buttons are plastic, enough already, he's done. He swears at the shirt, looking angry almost. The Lesser God fully agrees - bad shirt, wouldn't buy that - but he's still smiling. He has a vision that's not even a vision. This. Everywhere. In 2009. Still. It blows his mind.