Exiting The Vampire’s Chateau

Sofia Coppola and The Post Quar Wardrobe

Quarantine has me cleaning out my wardrobe. Recently I hauled my leather jacket out of storage and I found in its pockets an empty pack of Parliaments and a rolled up hundred dollar bill. White powder still clinging to the bill, I quickly used that bad boy to pay my monthly pottery studio fees. The jacket? It doesn't suit me anymore, either. I can't bring myself to list it on Grailed, but I sure as shit can’t wear it. With as little use as I’m giving the items I once coveted, our current covid-reality provides the opportunity to reimagine where they fit in my post-quarantine wardrobe.

It was only two years ago that Supreme was sold to the Carlyle Group, but if you told me it was 2000 I wouldn’t be surprised. James Jebbia’s cult fell short of Jonestown and simply became another well-funded religion. Virgil Abloh says streetwear is dead, Hedi Slimane is doing end of season sales at Celine, unprotected St. Laurent made a condom, Big Scorp has a son, and Rick Owens made a fucking pair of Veja’s. Blame it on quarantine, the end of capitalism, or on your ex— either way almost everyone I know seems to be wrestling with a similar set of questions. What happens when “grails” die? What am I gonna do with Bred 1’s when half my closet is suiting? Am I really gonna make partner in SLP Wyatt’s? 

I don’t want to sell the jacket. You don’t want to sell those Union Jordan’s. I get it— we waited in the weeds, stood in lines, and put aside money to get these grails. But they don’t work anymore. Neither of us need to be wearing skinny jeans. It’s a scary time. This is why I’m here to propose that hybrid styles make some of the most interesting looks. That a single piece of Rick is, in fact, far more important than a full Rick fit. That Air Max and Hermes is a combination more important than honey and almond. 

For me this means I’m keeping the Minor Threat t-shirt, but I’m layering it under a Brooks Brothers oxford. Maybe you sell your Supreme Bogo, but keep the Jean Paul Gaultier rayon and pair it with some vintage Ralph Lauren chinos. What I’m saying is that our grails don’t have to die. They simply have to grow with us. We might have enjoyed our time in Round Two, the Supreme line, or the Chateau Marmont. But like Stephen Dorff at the end of Somewhere, it’s time to check out. As we rip out of the driveway we must be careful about what we take with us and what we leave behind. Quarantine is torture but it will end and when it does you have a chance to be a new person.

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