I’m trying to imagine being Jack Antonoff, a wealthy, super-successful, top-of-the-world, Grammy Award-winning musician and record producer (not to mention a highly valued Taylor Swift and Lorde collaborator and a recently betrothed husband of Margaret Qualley)…I’m trying to imagine having so much of the world figured out and having audaciously influenced contempo pop music over the last decade or so…
I’m trying to imagine being Antonoff in his bedroom and deliberately choosing to wear a standard low-rent basketball bruh outfit (baggy NBA-brand shorts, black Darold T-shirt, shamrock green cap, sneakers and white socks) and thereafter walking out onto the streets of New York City on his way to Whole Foods and saying “yeah, no sweat, of course.”
Rich or poor, ugly or handsome, famous or obscure, I wouldn’t wear this kind of low-rent outfit with a knife at my back. Goons could hold me down on the bedroom floor and say “wear this crap or you’re dead” and I’d snarl and say “go fuck yourselves”…and yet guys like Antonoff are like “yeah, man…this kind of sartorial signature really does it for me…blends with who I am, what I feel deep down”… imagine Cary Grant weeping in heaven…even the ghost of James Dean would say “the fuck?”
Posted on 6.17.20: Last weekend Margot Robbie‘s producer husband Tom Ackerley offered further proof that the low-rent bruh uniform (about which I reposted three days ago) is scrupulously followed worldwide, regardless of wealth or status. Shorts, low-thread-count T-shirt, backwards baseball cap, closely-trimmed whisker beard, whitesides without socks. From Timbuktu to Tunbridge Wells to Tallahassee, they all look like the exact same bruh.
Regimentation, sartorial fascism, the primal urge to belong, etc.
The couple and friends played at the Loz Feliz 3-Par Golf Course (3207 Los Feliz Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90039), a nine-hole operation located near Atwater Village and located alongside the L.A. river.
Margot Robbie, Tom Ackerley at Loz Feliz 3-Par Golf Course.