We mustn't judge Alexander Hamilton by his biographer's clothing:

Now there's a jacket that could provoke a duel.
Oops, I suppose the title of Hamilton's biographer belongs to Ron Chernow at the moment.
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Posted by Mindles H. Dreck at July 19, 2004 10:03 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links"It goes with the tie"???
That's an insult to the tie!
Whoa -- that's Rick Brookhiser from the Corner? Good God!
This picture gives me a certain amount of comfort. Rick Brookhiser is a formidably talented man; I have spent many hours enjoying his work and envying this talent. Now, looking at this picture, I see that there is at least one thing that I can do a bit better than he can.
So this young kid keeps pestering the manager of an off-the-rack men's clothing store, looking for a job as a salesman. The manager keeps brushing him off but the kid won't give up. Finally the manager says to the kid : "Ok, I'll tell you what. You see that red-brown-beige plaid sports jacket over there? The one that's been hanging there for ten years now? You sell that and I'll give you a job." The kid says, "Great!", grabs the jacket and disappears. Two days later, he's back, without the jacket: he's all scratched to pieces, looks like he's been dragged behind a garbage truck, but he's happy, keeps yelling "I sold that jacket! I sold the jacket!" Manager says, "Got a receipt?" Kid shows him the receipt. Manager scratches his head and says, "Ok, kid, you're hired. But you gotta tell me: who'd you sell that jacket to? Looks like he bought it and then beat the s**t out of you. Must not have been too happy about it." Kid replies, "Oh, no, he loves it. But his seeing-eye dog was pissed..."
Well, if nothing else this adds to our knowledge of strange phenomena that can be caused by tornados. In this case, it appears a low pressure vortex hit a trailer park garage sale, physically separated the fibers of a dark brown sport coat, and then inserted other things that were never meant to be there.
Either that, or Photoshop and a LOT of alcohol were involved.
He must have become confused during all the talk of dust jackets.
Comments and observations:
1) Jeezus buddy, Bozo called, he's got a kids birthday party at7:30 and he needs his suit back.
2) How much you want to bet if you could see under the dias, you'd see two really, really oversized shoes.
3) These things happen when you get dressed in the dark, you go to work dressed in a duvet cover.
4) When he was picking out this suit, what were the other choices that he turned down?
5) Now Appearing For One Night Only!: Oroculo - the world famous hypnotist!
6) My guess is that he plays golf, and finds the fashions choices the sport provides to be liberating.
7) You can't see it in this shot, but his pants are lime green, and his belt and shoes are white.
8) This is your brain, this is your brain on rayon.
9) I wasnt aware that wal-mart sold mens suits, I guess you learn something new every day.
10) "Casual fridays" cant get here fast enough for some people.
The best part of seeing that picture is knowing that there was a moment, early on the day that the photo was taken, when Mr. Richard Brookhiser looked at himself in the mirror and thought: "Damn, you look good!".
If I'm that tie, I'm on the phone to John Edwards and suing Brookhiser and the jacket's manufacturer for cruel and unusual punishment. The "Queer Eye" fashion guy will be our expert witness.
I always wondered what happened to Eb from Green Acres! He's obviously on the lecture circuit.
More evidence that the National Review should become less hostile to gays.
Hey...give him a break. He probably dressed by flourescent light. Or maybe black light.
That fabric belongs on a college apartment couch.
The clan that once proudly wore that pattern was run out of Scotland centuries ago.
hey, he just didn't want to throw away the old curtains. having written an admiring and admirable book on WASPS, who had this penchant for thrift, he didn't want all that cloth to be wasted.
As a lifelong leader of bands, I can state with some certainty that this jacket was meant for a sax player. Once it discarded, it will re-appear in a second hand store, where it will be snapped up by a tenor man.
Perhaps cheesy for politics, but very chic for lounge lizards. Of course, the sax player will be wearing a black t-shirt underneath.
Just guessing, but I think NR's plan to appeal to a younger demo just took a couple steps back.
Actually, the jacket would probably look okay -- though bit odd -- on its own. It only becomes horrific when worn with that tie. It does not go with the tie. Why? Becuse the tie calls undue attention to the red stripe on the jacket. With a fittingly outlandish tie, the outfit wouldn't have been half bad.
Somewhere in America a 1957 DeSoto is missing a set of seat covers...
frml, I think you're right about the curtains. In fact, the outfit would go well with Carol Burnett's celebrated Gone With the Wind outfit.
Well, there goes yet another chance for the historian to have actually changed history: I mean, if Brookhiser had shown up in Weehawken 200 years ago to observe the Burr-Hamilton duel firsthand: Aaron and Alex would have probably both shot him solely on aesthetic grounds....
The newest member of the MM Bosstones. I almost went with a Slade reference but figured it was both to old and obscure.
I think it's called a RALPH jacket...
WASPs can do some sick things with plaid.
Notify the SPCA! Somewhere a horse is going to bed shivering so that that jacket could be made.
Slade reference too obscure? Not possible.
Actually, it looks like one of the costumes for "Bay City Rollers Hit Milwaukee."
With Slade and now the Bay City Rollers referenced it would be a sin to overlook Mott...
Oh! Holy Moly! That's the jacket I finally decided NOT TO BUY for the Senior Prom in '53!
But if these guys need me as a speaker (nostalgia) soon (I'm running out of time), I'll get out the striped pants and the checked jacket. I mean at my age - what's to lose? (I went to my 50th H S last August and told everyone they looked really much older than I remembered them.} There was no talk of a 60th. Wimps!!! Hell, I've found the white bucks and the penny loafers, and they still fit!!!!
the person one wants to win job (she has charisma to match directv the technique, and how superb credit card would it be to have a pop star mortgage called Fantasia!), although mortgage I do have to give props to direct tv George Huff for courting ridicule insurance by performing "Against All loan Odds" (and also saying his satellite tv
Eeeeewww.. Spam.
Time to update your copy of mt-blacklist, methinks.
Either that or switch; I suspect that given the numbers of people using mt-blacklist, spammers are now specifically coding ways to get around it. I like James Seng's Captcha Turing test (this is the validation system used by Samizdata -- the one that requires you to plug in a set of numbers from an image in order to make your comment.) It's definitely not screen-reader friendly though, so it is far from ideal if you have blind friends and relations that like to comment.
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