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For a writer, or for someone such as myself who attempts to string sentences together into something intelligible, the greatest gift you can receive is a reminder of the triviality of your own work. I’ve written about JFK so many times that I feel like I know the man. Or I at least know the persona that John Fitzgerald Kennedy wanted the American public to become familiar with, yet the truth is everything I’ve ever penned about our thirty-five president could easily be classified as trite.

When writing about bygone historical figures, especially when discussing something as narrow as style, everything boils down to projection. I will never know if JFK dressed, or looked as he did as a conscious move, or if his status as a “style icon” is simply a byproduct of good genes and the standards of dress that existed during his lifetime.

I don’t intend to discredit all of my writing, nor all of the pieces that have been composed about JFK’s style over the years, for his attire was certainly not without merit. Especially when looking back, Kennedy’s style certainly had more than a little to do with his immortal status. JFK (and the same could be said for RFK) quite simply looked as a president should – dignified, but not stuffy like a monarch, and yet also spirited. If ever there was a politician that looked like hope it was JFK.

But what lies beneath all that? And more importantly, why am I bogging down your Friday afternoon with this essay. Last night, I read Chris Jones’ marvelous account of Kennedy’s assassination for Esquire, and I felt compelled to respond here today. Jones’ report is as thorough of a story as I’ve ever read, and I can only speculate how many hours of interviews and footage he had to scour through to piece together the complete tale (complete almost feels like too weak of a word to describe the piece.) I implore you all to read his report, because for as much coverage as JFK’s assassination has received over the years, I’ve never seen an account that takes such an exhaustive look at those that were closest to the President.

This is not the time or the place, so I’ll leave out my misguided lefty dreams about the possibilities for this country if JFK (or once again for that matter RFK) had never been assassinated. What I can say is that it was not Kennedy’s sack suits, nor his impeccable collar roll, nor his Shetland sweaters, that captivated this nation, and leaves his untimely death as an unhealed wound, ready to be reopened at any time.

As you all probably already know, I really don’t like posting photos of myself on this site. I’ve never wanted this to be a personal style blog, simply because I don’t think I really have that much personal style. But this week my friend Chris Fenimore kindly asked for me to participate in his “In Media Res” series in which he shoots someone for five days. Normally, I’d have turned the offer down, but as I’ll explain below, I figured this week was a bit of a milestone, and so I might as well record it in some way. And yes, please ignore my crooked smirks and bleary eyes, I am truly bad at this sort of thing.

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Monday: I think that designers and publications alike tend to focus too much on color. Color in my opinion should always be secondary to texture. I would rather wear the same three colors everyday and riff on textures than try to worry about working in a whole mess of colors just for the sake of it. The washed Double Breasted on top of washed denim look is one of my all time favorites. It reminds me of all the ex urbanites that flee to the southwest and end up with these wild wardrobes that area blend of a lifetime’s worth of different styles.

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I’d like to introduce all of you to the first episode of The Menswear House Podcast, featuring Jeff Hilliard, Kyle Christensen and myself. It’s been quite some time since anyone has really pushed the boundaries in menswear commentary, so the three decided to get together and try out a new, more free flowing platform to stretch beyond the reblog culture that seems to dominate right now. So I hope you enjoy the show, and be sure to follow The Menswear House on Tumblr and Twitter, and don’t hesitate to shoot us an email with any questions or comments.

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It began with globes. Then it was maps. Then it was antique collectibles from the World’s Fair, and from there it was just about anything they could get their hands on. All my life, my parents have been collectors, amassing everything from a golf course windmill, to “Buildings of Disaster,” to bank giveaways from the midcentury, to folk art from around the world. Today, my Dad’s office is a shrine to a life spent collecting – a personal museum fit for a museum designer.

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