The Literary Dandy

First, Gene Wilder is a gentleman, and anything he does is probably noteworthy.   The fact that he uses the word ‘fey’ in everyday correspondence regarding fashion aesthetics makes this letter truly exceptional.

As the reader knows,one of the stated goals of this site is to remind ourselves that form is often superior to function.   Here the reader can see that technology will usually find its highest and best purpose when married with the style of yesteryear.  Thus, the iPocket Watch. Read about it here.  Enjoy the gentleman’s iPod nano here:

“No justice, no peace!” The words felt right in his head: a calming mantra, and an unmovable pillar of truth. Peace cannot long tolerate injustice, and where there was unfairness, there was injustice. To be sure, he thought, not all injustice was created equal…or was it? He stopped himself as his father’s words tried to creep back into his head. The suggestion that injustice might be naturally occurring, and inherent in any civilization was clearly his father’s suggestion arising from his subconscious, a vestigial idea long past its usefulness.

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This site, once a beacon of hope for the masses thirsting for fashion, and starving for emotional beauty, fell prey to the technological whims of soulless overlords. We have lost content, but not hope, as we re-launnch our website. We stand firm in our principal principles that beauty is an end, that fashion is the height of civilization, and that gentlemen do not labor. All are invited to partake in our meager offerings, and all are encouraged to share whatever art (free of intellectual property limitations) they wish to share.

Starch is the man.

It can fairly be stated that, like chivalry, the writing’s of F. Scott Fitzgerald, and reason, the halcyon days of the ascot have long passed. Indeed, recent years have relegated the fashion accessory to Saturday morning cartoons. But, like all truly great works, the ascot never truly died, it was only waiting to be rediscovered by men of style and distinction.

Today’s gentleman, fatigued with visions of chest hair, t-shirts, and bolo ties, has sought, and found, refuge with the ascot.

For the man of aesthetics, who seeks the interstice between the stark world of the pin-striped banker, and the devil-may-care affectations of work-a-day casual, the ascot is your sanctuary of style.

On the evening of June 4, 2011, the author, his fair wife, and 173 collegial and jovial individuals, attended the conclusion of Messr. Adam Johnson’s long, and fruitful, courtship of (the former) Ms. Rachael Gordon. To suggest that the event neatly encapsulated the personalities of the participants, and foretold a lifetime of joy for the couple (as most observers noted), is to understate the matter by several degrees.