Originally Posted by iammatt
Fine. I think Radicaldog has it wrong, but is looking in the right direction. It isn't the fact that something is well worn that makes for good style, though it is a look that I like myself. What makes for good style is that the person who is wearing the piece owns it. It matters only a little that it is of the best quality, or that it is a well chose fabric, or that this stitch or that is put in by an elfin master using a hand forged gold thimble. I think he makes the observation that many things posted here don't looked owned by their wearer, but it has little to do with how often they are worn, and everything to do with how they are worn.
This thread is eliciting so many thoughtful replies that I can't get to all the ones that merit comment.
So let me just start with Mattypoo's excellent point.
I think that it would be impossible to disagree fundamentally with this goal, the goal of "owning" a way of dressing. It sounds nice. Sartorial terroir
But we live in a rather swirly world today, do we not? Whether the rush of the waters is a circling of the drain or the adventure of the high seas, who can say?
Chinese men wear Italian slip-ons and photograph themselves with Germen lenses drinking French wines. Americans dress like lethargic and picky Neapolitan aristocrats. Californian men are in skirts. High JASPS of the UWS trod about in Japanese denim. Descendants of the Mayflower and the cannibal feasts of the South Seas get English tailors to make FabergÃ© eggs out of simple buttonholes. Topsy turvy. Glorious?
It is simply the way things have become.
And then when you jump out of the plane from this high altitude view and parachute deep into the clothing Interwebz and things like WAYRN threads, you also have the following going on: quests for information, change and self improvement; validation and conformity on the fly; vanity.
Unless one equates "ownership" of dress with manifest, demonstrable uniformity of dress, I think that it would hard to go much further than that in such an environment to determine who owns what look...particular among a bunch of strangers.
Chew on that.