Sartorial observations from the Fair (or, get it together, white men)

The Erie County Fair is winding down this weekend, and we made our annual treks two Fridays in a row. Last week was our all-day-at-the-Fair day, where we do EVERYTHING that we like to do (seeing the animals, shopping, touring the Creative Arts exhibits, and eating), while last night we went for a “Date Night” in which we walked around and did a bit more eating and drinking, including a couple of adult beverages, and so on. And yes, I took a ton of photos, none of which I’ve edited yet, so those will be forthcoming at some point; this month has been great for getting out and shooting, and I suddenly have a pretty sizeable backlog of photos to edit. (As always, my photography is mainly available on my Flickr stream, and I feature individual photos on my various social media outlets, links in the sidebar over there on the right!)

One thing I noticed especially this year is…well, it’s not a new observation, but it’s a phenomenon that seems to be getting worse as time goes by. I really noticed this phenomenon at the County Fair this year (and, to a lesser extent, at the Sterling Renaissance Festival as well), and it was particular driven home by the contrast I noted between white people at the Fair and Islamic people at the Fair. I guess there’s no other way to bluntly say it:

For the most part, white men dress like shit.

Before I delve into my thoughts on this, here’s a short video (under two minutes) by Chelsea Fagan, a creator I follow who is always insightful and who is one of those people who, if I find myself in disagreement, makes me think, “OK, what am I missing here, because I’m probably wrong”.

@faganchelsea

Feminine men

♬ original sound – Chelsea Fagan

(Link if the embed goes wonky)

One of her money quotes: “We are driving such an obvious race to the bottom with what it means to correctly perform masculinity or heterosexuality for a man to the point that basically the only thing they can do to prove themselves is just be disgusting.”

And as I’ve looked around when I’ve been in public situations of late, I have to say, she is very much not wrong. I’ve noted for years a frequent complete mismatch when I see couples out in the world. This almost always applies only to straight couples, and honestly, it also almost always applies only to white couples. The phenomenon is simply this: the woman will look good, and the man…will not.

I’ve wondered for years why this often seems to be the case. In any such couple, the woman will often look nicely put together, wearing a good outfit and have her hair done and she’ll be wearing makeup and, well, looking good. The man, on the other hand, will be wearing a casual shirt, maybe at most a golf shirt, in a neutral color, paired with boring jeans or khakis. The man’s outfit may include a sports logo, and he may well be wearing a ballcap, which is pretty much ninety percent of the hats worn in America today.

And this is if we’re lucky, because what I’ve noticed even more is the man doesn’t even look that good. Instead he’ll often be wearing a dirty shirt and jeans with holes in them. The shirt will be tight-fitting regardless of the guy’s shape, almost certainly one size too small, and it will either sport a sports team logo or whatever undergarment manufacturer is this fellow’s brand of choice or, if we’re really going for the gusto, a political slogan that marks them as being firmly on the crimson side of the tracks.

Now, obviously it’s not always like this…and to be sure, our fashion world has not exactly decided to give men nearly as many options for stepping out on a warm summer’s night and looking good while doing it as it has to women. And who knows, depending on your opinion of overalls, you might be thinking I’m being a tad hypocritical right now…but I try to pair my overalls with a decent shirt, a linen button-up perhaps, or one of my Renfest shirts. But no, menswear options have simply not kept up with all the ways women have of looking good while out on the town.

And now, having watched Ms. Fagan’s video above, I wonder if that’s just not the way we’ve wanted it all along…for some annoying definition of “we”, that is. Masculinity in America has become so weirdly constrictive a thing, and it has become so incredibly performative, that now we’ve reach a weird point where looking “manly” is defined down to a small selection of available clothing, and we’re not supposed to look happy or comfortable, either.

This is where my brain likes to make pop-cultural associations. There’s a scene in Casino Royale, the 2006 James Bond movie, where Bond is on his way to Montenegro to play in a high-stakes poker game as part of his mission for MI6. (The reason doesn’t matter.) On the train ride there, he meets Vesper Lynd, the British Treasury employee whose job it is to give him the money and oversee how he spends it while playing. What follows is one of the best scenes in all of Bond:

The dialog here crackles as Bond and Ms. Lynd size each other up, but what has always caught my ear here is the bit at the 2:27 mark, where Ms. Lynd remarks on Bond’s suit:

By the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. 

I’ve admired that scene ever since the movie came out, but that one line about Bond wearing his suit “with such disdain” always stood out to me, because I never understood what it meant. It’s just a suit, right? And Daniel Craig looks very good in it.

What I think Ms. Lynd is expressing here is something I’ve noticed–or, rather, had pointed out to me by fashion experts–in right-wing man-o-sphere circles. It’s that when you look at “important” figures on the right, the Pete Hegseths and the Tate Brothers and others of the world, you see them often wearing suits because they’re supposed to wear suits and they’re expensive suits because of course they are, those guys are our superiors, don’t you know, why would they wear anything cheap? But they don’t wear them correctly. Their suits are always not tailored quite correctly, they choose details to get wrong so as to communicate that they’re not taking their dress seriously, and they make sure their posture always conveys “manliness”. There’s a right-wing social-media influencer guy who goes by “Conceptual James” whose profile picture is him sitting in a chair, wearing a suit, but manspreading as widely as he possibly can. More often than not, when these guys post their photos to social media, they’re in workout clothes, or they’re in shirtsleeves with the sleeves rolled up to T-shirt length with collars open halfway down.

They are wearing their suits with utter disdain. Because that’s now men should really look. Men should look manly, and looking manly means looking dirty and sweaty and showing off muscle because how dare anyone tell a man how to look.

And I do think this shows up, to some extent, to those couples at the Fair. The woman looks pretty, but he looks like absolute shit. And why shouldn’t he? He’s a man, you see.

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Two Favorite Photos….

The other day was World Photography Day, and I didn’t get a post here, which reflects my usual level of awareness and good planning…but it’s more a day to day thing for me, anyway. Every day is Photography Day for me!

Anyhow, here are two photos. I took both at the Sterling Renaissance Festival last month, and these may well be my favorite shots this year so far. If they get eclipsed in the time remaining in 2026, that means I’m in for a few banger months!

(Both photos link to their pages on my Flickr stream, where you can embiggen them if you wish!)

Hummingbird hovering by the feeder.
Maidens with bubbles.

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Something for Thursday

OK, I don’t have anything picked for today. I went back to work after a nice six-day vacation and I got nothin’. And now The Wife and I are home and I’m dinking around while she gets dinner ready. Her Pandora is playing on the Bluetooth speaker, so you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to feature here the very next song that comes up on her Pandora, no matter what it is. So just hang tight a few minutes…

I wonder what it will be…

We need some quiz-show suspense music…

OK, here we go…the last song is winding down….

What will it be!…

(The current song is Neil Diamond’s “America”, btw)

(“Everywhere around the world, they’re comin’ to America!” God, I love Neil Diamond….)

Ooooh, here we go…oooooh! It’s a good one! You don’t get better than this. It’s an underappreciated subgenre that you don’t hear much anymore: the big rock power ballad.

I don’t think I’ve ever featured Air Supply in this space before. And you know what? I apologize for NOTHING!

 

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Tuesday Tones

Tuesday Tones! (The title of the music series over a bit of music score.)

Staying with our exploration of the classical and concert music of Japan, we have something pretty interesting: a concerto for marimba and orchestra.

The marimba is likely the most fascinating of the percussion instruments, with its range and its earthy tone that is much less strident and cutting than its sister instrument, the glockenspiel. Our composer here, Takatomi Nobunaga, uses the marimba to great effect in a work that is both impressionistic and virtuosic in its demands on the soloist. And this work puts those demands on the marimbist (I’m assuming marimbist is a word, I’m going with it) almost immediately as the opening bars send the soloist on a wild display that puts the instrument’s range right up front and center. The remainder of the work is at times haunting, at other times enervating.

From what I’ve read. Takatomi Nobunaga is mostly known as a choral composer. I’m glad he composed this concerto, though.

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Sunday…borrowing, actually

Today’s Sunday Stealing is a standard “List of favorites” kind of thing, so I’m going to ignore the “favorites” thing and instead just write about the first thing that comes to mind after each individual prompt. Make sense? No? Well, we’ll figger it oat. Here we go!

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE …? (Not doing favorites. Just riffing. -Ed.)

1. Flavor?

So on Saturday nights we almost always have “Charcuterie Night”, in which I cut up some cheeses and present some cured meat of some sort for dinner. Right now I have cheddar on the mind, because I almost always have some kind of cheddar on the plate. It’s on the mind right now because the current cheddar, “Vermont Sharp” by Cabot Creamery, is kind of disappointing. I like my cheddar flavorful, and this…isn’t. Maybe it’s a batch issue, as I’ve never been disappointed by Cabot Creamery’s product before, but I think next week it might be back to Kerrygold.

2. Movie?

Also on Saturday nights we usually watch a movie, and we alternate weeks as to who gets to pick the movie. The Wife has a habit of picking things that are really different; sometimes her picks get really out there, but that’s great! Last night we watched The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, a Western anthology movie by the Coen Brothers, and as is usually the case with these two, it’s a hilarious and violent and weird movie. Next week, though, I get to pick! (Though I’m actually on vacation right now so we might make every night movie night! Yee-haw!)

3. Piece of jewelry?

I don’t wear much jewelry. I like to wear my wedding ring and another ring that The Wife got me before we were married, but only on my days off; there are times in my job where I’m putting my hands places that I wouldn’t want my nice jewelry to be. I also have a few watches on neck chains; I should dig those out and replace the batteries and start wearing them, especially now as we are (theoretically) heading into the cooler part of summer. I’ve never been a big fan of metal chains on my bare skin, but who knows, I was never a big fan of button-up shirts or v-neck tees before, either.

4. Place to be?

Anywhere, if I have my camera on me! Otherwise, home, with my books and dogs and those family-type people.

5. Boy’s name?

There’s a long-simmering, long-unfinished book on my hard drive that I should probably finish because it has a character in it named “Sair Guthrick Marbury”, which might be my favorite character name of mine, ever. (“Sair” is an honorific title like “Sir”, given to artists and creative people of note.)

6. Girl’s name?

Desdemona. Why? Because I’m thinking of upgrading my camera to a full body-and-lens system in the relatively near future, and I am taking to naming my devices using names of women from Shakespeare. My phone is Ophelia, and my current camera is Miranda. (This computer is Galadriel, which is from Tolkien, because I hadn’t started using Shakespeare names at that point.)

7. Candy?

Oooooh, I love candy, but I’ve had to really back off my love of the stuff for health reasons. A shame, too, because candy really does make the world better. Candies I like that you maybe don’t? Necco wafers and candy corn.

And then there’s liquid candy, best known in the form of rum!

8. Sports team?

Hey, the Bills had their first preseason game in the new stadium yesterday! I don’t even know, as I write this, if they won. It’s preseason, who cares about Ws or Ls, it’s mainly about seeing who can play and who can’t. Giddyap!

9. Color?

For now? Green. Because it is now the back half of August, which means that green’s clock is ticking down….

10. Month? 

September. Why? Because!

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And now…

…a new regular feature over on the newsletter!

I’m calling it “And now, a Photo”, and in this series (which I’m hoping to do weekly) I will feature a single photo of mine, and I’ll write a quick, short piece about that photo and why I took it and why I like it and so on. I want to give my old photo catalog a bit more life, and this is one way I’ll be doing it!

Posts in this new series will be exclusive to the newsletter, so go subscribe if you want to see more!

 

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Something for Thursday

If you’re a subscriber to my newsletter, you already read about my latest celebration of one of the Albums of my Life. (If you’re NOT a subscriber to my newsletter, sheesh, whassamadduhwithyou?!)

This latest letter was about my love of Yanni’s wonderful album Live at the Acropolis. Here is one of my absolute favorite tracks from that album. I don’t have anything much new to say about this that I didn’t say in the newsletter, so let me just get out of the way.

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Tone Poem Tuesday

Japan! Back to Japan!

When I do themed series in these weekly features, I usually try to avoid posting multiple works by the same composer. Why? Actually, I don’t know. It’s not like I’m working on any kind of limit here other than what I impose on myself, and I generally think limits are annoying enough without subjecting myself to them. So here we are, revisiting the music of Yasuji Kiyose (whom we heard just a couple weeks back).

In that earlier post, I featured a work for solo piano. Apparently Kiyose mostly worked in smaller forms for solo instruments or small ensembles, and this work appears to have had a similar genesis. As far as I can tell (real in-depth information about this piece is surprisingly hard to find), Kiyose arranged an earlier work of his for orchestra, resulting in Japanese Festival Dances. The result is colorful, energetic, and engaging. I enjoyed this work a great deal, and I hope you do as well!

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“Every garden grows one” (Random thoughts on SONG SUNG BLUE)

SONG SUNG BLUE movie poster. Via: https://www.dolby.com/experience/song-sung-blue/

We watched  Song Sung Blue last night. I honestly didn’t know much about it at all. When I first saw ads for it last year, I truly thought it was a biopic about Neil Diamond, with Hugh Jackman in the starring role. Later I learned it was not about Mr. Diamond at all but about a Neil Diamond tribute band, so I figured it was a rom-com with Mr. Diamond’s music forming the main “hook”. Even though there is a lot of humor in the film, it’s not a rom-com. It’s a somewhat fictionalized (though as far as I’ve read, relatively accurate) biopic of a real-life Neil Diamond tribute band called Lightning and Thunder.

In the late 80s, a guy named Mike Sardina (Hugh Jackman) is a barely-scraping-by blue-collar dude who has dreams of being a rock singer, but is relegated to the “Impersonator” circuit to play county fairs and bingo halls and that sort of thing. In the opening scene he has an argument with a friend, a guy whose schtick is impersonating Buddy Holly (even though his hair is full gray and he makes no effort to color it), because he wants to do his own music as an act he calls “Lightning”, instead of doing his Don Ho act that he had agreed on. Before storming out he meets Claire Stengl (Kate Hudson), who is about to take the stage as Patsy Cline. Long story short, these two meet again and form a Neil Diamond tribute duo, called “Lightning and Thunder” (“Wait…I’m ‘Thunder’?” Claire asks before planting a long, hard kiss on Mike), and off we are into the lives of these talented people in a world that doesn’t really reward talent all that much, who are constantly behind on the mortgage, and whose health isn’t the greatest (boy, isn’t it).

Here are some random thoughts about the movie:

::  I think that your enjoyment of Song Sung Blue almost certainly hinges on your degree of appreciation for the songs of Neil Diamond. I love me some Neil Diamond, so I loved the movie. If you’re one who runs for the hills at the opening chords of “Sweet Caroline”, this isn’t for you.

::  That said, I love how this movie keeps having Mike fight against doing “Sweet Caroline” all the time. He keeps insisting, and rightly so, that there’s so much more to Neil Diamond than “Sweet Caroline”.

::  But yes, you get a full-on rendition of “Sweet Caroline” in this movie. I’ll say this: the movie earns it.

::  The Buddy Holly guy looked familiar to me. I kept thinking “Wow, he looks like an older version of Christopher from The Sopranos.” That’s because it is Christopher from The Sopranos. I keep forgetting that show is more than 20 years in the rear-view-mirror now. Michael Imperioli is a really good actor, by the way.

::  No spoilers, but if you want a movie about good people struggling through some real shit, this is the movie for you. Doubly so if you want a movie that shows how we’re all just one awful moment away from disaster.

::  Mike is an alcoholic and has been going to AA for years; as the movie opens he’s celebrating twenty years of being sober. I really really really like how the movie never does the supremely obvious thing of having him fall off the wagon. There are a couple of conversations of the “You haven’t been to a meeting in a long time” variety, but they’re more of the “You need support right now” thing than him spiraling back into addiction. At one point he’s working in his garage and he finds, buried in the bottom drawer of a tool chest, a bottle he’d stashed away at some point, because alcoholics stash away bottles. I thought, “Crap, he’s gonna drink now, isn’t he?” He didn’t. The next scene has him pouring it down the drain.

::  When Mike and Claire meet and come together, they each have kids from previous relationships. The movie avoids the usual “Our kids hate each other” stuff, which is nice.

::  The level of “meta” in a movie like this is impressive: Hugh Jackman is playing a guy who played at being Neil Diamond. Jackman does a pretty amazing job of doing what the best “tribute acts” do of sounding enough like the original thing to feel like it, without ever trying to sell anyone on the idea that he is the original thing. There’s a fine line between good and honorable tribute acts and impersonator kitsch, after all.

::  Hugh Jackman is incredibly good in this movie.

::  Kate Hudson is also incredibly good in this movie. It’s interesting to me that my two favorite Kate Hudson movies are music centric: this one, and Almost Famous.

::  In one scene, Kate Hudson is wearing overalls! But…be warned, when you get to that point in the movie, things are about to take a very serious turn.

::  Movies like this have a fine line to walk, in terms of how they look. They need to make the time period convincing without looking like they’re making fun of it, especially when the people populating this world pretty much stopped advancing in terms of fashion sometime at least a decade before this movie even starts. Song Sung Blue never once looks fake or false or like an artifice. I never once felt like I was looking at a set.

::  I don’t want to spoil one of the movie’s best jokes, but I have to admire it because it’s exactly the kind of quasi-morbid humor inside-joke that every family has, based solely on that family’s lore. It’s really a “You had to be there” kind of thing. But it works so, so well, and it really made me happy that the movie went there.

::  To reiterate, if and when you watch Song Sung Blue, have at the ready whatever your particular tear-management device of choice happens to be. Kleenex? Handkerchief? Paper towels? You’ll need it, and you’ll need it several times throughout the movie.

::  The movie sounds great, too. It just does. You’ll be humming nothing but Neil Diamond songs to yourself afterwards. I assume this phase will last for days.

::  I’m glad the movie resisted the…opportunity, maybe?…to have a special appearance by Neil Diamond himself. Maybe that wouldn’t have been feasible at Mr. Diamond’s age, but lesser movies would make that exact kind of indulgence. Song Sung Blue is an immersive film; an actual appearance by Mr. Diamond would have broken the illusion.

::  To recap: Song Sung Blue is really good and I’m glad they made it.

 

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How can THAT be?! (also, an ANNOUNCEMENT.)

I’ve just done a search on YouTube, and based on the lack of results, I must conclude that somehow New Age instrumental composer and performer Yanni was never lampooned on The Simpsons. How strange is that! I’ve always just assumed that if you were big in pop culture at any point since the late 1980s, you eventually got Simpsonized. Amazing to think that Yanni, once one of the staples of PBS pledge drives nationwide, slipped through those cracks.

Anyway, I have a new issue of Dispatches from the Forgotten Stars out, in which this is relevant. Go read and subscribe! Now! DO IT NOW!!!!!

Also, I am strongly considering making the newsletter a weekly thing, with most issues being a quick photography feature in which I’ll share one photo of mine, likely with a short paragraph or two about it…like, why I shot it, what caught my eye, what I learned from it technically, and so on. I’ve been trying to figure out how to make more use of the newsletter, and this is one way I’d like to go about it. So really! Subscribe! It’s good! It’s like reading me here, only…there!

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