December 31, 2005
Most people, really, in Los Angeles do wear them: wool caps, in West Hollywood bars and Venice cafes and in the baking sun on Malibu beaches regardless of just what direction and how far the mercury dips and rises. This trend is one of exceptional vanity, which isn't by itself a hideous concept; vanity can yield pretty. On top of that vanity, though, is the hypocritical Los Angeles style mandate dictating that the wearer appear to not give a rat's ass. All who wear clothes in Los Angeles do give a rat's ass. So all who wear clothes in Los Angeles and include the cap in their outfit is a hypocrite because that person is likely not a surfer on a 40-degree 5am tide. The cap is, in all ways, a hot-headed accessory, and definitely causes car crashes. The phenomenon bothers me most in Venice because Venice certainly is my favorite neighborhood (besides Silver Lake). Everyone in Williamsburg would agree, I'm sure. Drug lords mix quite nicely with yuppies and their small children, just like in my favorite corners of New York before the upper east side quite unfortunately lost its mortal terror of the lower east side: this is my definition of the omniscient word EDGY, and we all love EDGY things. So I can still like Venice. But if you know anyone who's going to Los Angeles soon, and brings a wool cap, kindly redirect their aesthetic to something more form-meets-function in spirit, unless it's a high-heeled shoe, which is the caveat to fashion bauhaus. And redirect them to Beverly Hills -- we don't care about Beverly Hills.
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bad clothes, beach, drug lords, form meets function, skull cap, venice
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