Wednesday, March 17, 2010
On occasion certain trends can cause us to grow weary from the sheer inundation, regardless of pre-existing fondness. Though I am seeing them everywhere I look—in the past several weeks I and at least 2 coworkers have even sported them on the same days—rather than irking, the recent embrace of horizontal stripes somehow lifts me into a charmed realm a la Jean Seberg in Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless. These stripes can be found anywhere from the traditional St. James and Petite Bateau to your local American Apparel, right next to some fluorescent nylon spandex. What could be more classic and American than that?