Thus far, we haven’t had much to say about Occupy Wall Street, but we may have finally found an angle we can sink our teeth into.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Rick, photographed on duty at Zuccotti Park. Rick is a cop. Rick is also a snappy dresser—at least by the standards of municipal employees. And for some reason, the confluence of those two facts has given us hope in these crazy, Occupied times.
Detective style usually refers to rumpled trench coats or impromptu rhinoplasty, but in honor of Agatha Christie’s 120th birthday we thought we’d honor one of literature’s best-dressed detectives: a Belgian trad by the name of Hercule Poirot.
There have been disheveled variations from Albert Finney and Peter Ustinov, but the recent ITV series has managed to present Christie’s detective as an impressively well-kept gentleman, complete with period bow ties and lapel pins. (His mustache has been an influence to hipsters everywhere.) More than the Marlowes and Holmeses of the world, Poirot makes crime-solving seem like a function of personal style— fastidious, idiosyncratic, and ultimately undeniable. As far as the books go, we’d mark thesetwo as good places to start—but there’s plenty more where that came from.
Watching the Detectives: In the In the Criminal Justice System the people are represented by two separate, yet equally important groups. The police who investigate crime and the tailors who dress them. These are their stories. [New York Times]
The Wright Stuff: This Grandpa Simpson mash-up is about as close as we want to get to national politics these days. [VanityFair.com]
Abboud Face: Meet Joseph Abboud's newest label, Black/Brown 1826. [DNR]