Bijan: Different Than You and Me
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I had never heard of Bijan until they began deconstructing the life of Paul Manafort and parading his odd wardrobe in front of the cameras. Apparently, he’s been shopping there for years despite his typically disheveled appearance and his heavily dyed hair worthy of a WalMart hairdresser. To be fair, a tubby 70-year-old and sedentary man is never going to look like or have the moves of Fred Astaire, not even with a 2 million dollar wardrobe, but there’s no fool like an old fool.
Looking just now at an article on the boutique which the owner tells us endures no more than one or two customers a day, I see a scarlet men’s jacket that, if it has any appropriate use at all, would be for a Fox hunt – if one were to go foxhunting in a rhinestone-encrusted Rolls Royce with Liberace. We’ve seen his blue Ostrich jacket and hoodie that wouldn’t get a second glance on a Manhattan street despite its price and provenance and his python jacket looking for all the world like something a scaly Trump Campaign manager might have shed. No need to say more.
I’m not sure Bijan is still located at 420 N. Rodeo Drive. There have been some property sales there of late, and that sort of establishment has been having some hard times in our once again great country. It was easy to locate though, because of the gold Bugatti always parked at the door. It seems to have been there for a long time and mostly for atmospheric purposes like a cigar store Indian of a past epoch, not that these curb ornaments really are meant to be used as a car anyway.
I’m really not the sort who makes fun of the rich out of populist jealousy, but as the man said the very rich are different from you and Me. Oh yes indeed. Paul Manafort was very rich, even if it wasn’t his own money or even legal money, and he liked to flaunt it even if the sartorial effect was not as splendid as he thought. His trial must be quite difficult for him even if the jumpsuit is rather slimming, but I think one can’t appreciate the feel of the fall unless you’ve been in his gold soled Guccis. Sic transit Gloria Mundi.
Not everything at Bijan is affordable only to Russian oligarchs, however. You can still get a $700 T-shirt and they have “fragrances” too, which somehow reminds me of the old saw Pecunia non olet, for Money doesn’t stink. Its owners are another matter entirely.
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Yep, if anyone is to the jumpsuit born, it’s him.
This is a case in which the clothes certainly do not make the man. Manafort has always reminded me of second rate hood right out of central casting. He just can’t seem to pull off the, “I am important” role in this very bad off Broadway play. As a matter of fact, The Donald can’t pulled that part off very well either even though he tries.
Oh, Ida know – those who struggle to pay taxes and pay the bills might have some legitimate feelings about him and I won’t get into what someone in the Ukraine might feel.
Oh, I was only referring to remarks about his outer appearance. Calling him a scum bag is just fine…maybe a bit too mild, though… 😉
I’m not a fan of Manafort in any way, shape, or form, but see no merit in going all lookist on him. I’d happily criticize his penchant for wearing clothes made of wildlife skins, but that’s far enough.
Mueller’s long term strategy is working: drain the swamp, and eventually you’ll get to the #1 swamp creature.
As far as I know, there won’t be a stylist or tailor where he’s going. He might lose a pound or two as well and I bet he looks better by the time he’s eligible for parole.
He’ll start working out, find Jesus (they all find Jesus), get paroled, and once again take up the lifestyle to which he had been accustomed because you KNOW they’ll never find all that money.
He has a dissipated look. Always has, even when he’s not enjoying the hospitality of a federal holding facility.