Photography: Patrick McMullan
As we might have guessed, the key lay in looking the part. “Because we were small and because we were scrappy, I made a very conscious effort to wear a suit and tie to work every day,” Carter tells the *London Guardian* in a just-published profile. “You can get away with a lot more if you look like a junior part of the establishment than if you look like a renegade.”
Good advice for all you would-be rebels out there: if you really want to stick it to the powers that be, you first have to get past their secretaries. Carter, who branched out into restaurants with the so-hip-it-hurts Waverly Inn, thought he no longer needed the jacket and tie once he landed the editor’s job at *VF*, he tells the paper. However, having realized that dressing well is its own reward, he’s gone back to his natty ways. Unfortunately, the glossy gourmand (pictured here with Fran Lebowitz) is also favoring the kind of double-breasted suits which do nothing to flatter the fuller figure.
You didn’t hear it from us, but his upholsterer is Anderson & Sheppard.
Vanity Flair [The Guardian]
- — Jared Paul Stern