Beards have become the dernier cri for hipster men in New York to the point where even this most rural-cum-urban of eye-rollingly ironic sartorial touches has surpassed its ironic saturation point. The other day, a friend and I were getting on the L train and a perfect example was getting off as we were getting on, just as we had discussed the subtle differences in beards that can be observed between Brooklynites and Lower East Siders, and because it was funny in one of those ways you can't explain (maybe because he looked like he was trying to look like he got lost on his way back from the moonshine refinery), I elbowed her and said, "Beard." And then it became a game, whenever we passed a guy with one, approximately every six minutes thereafter, to see who could say "Beard" first. I had dinner with an old friend tonight and he has a beard and I had previously stated that I was tired of it, but tonight he came straight from work and was dressed sharply and I kind of liked the contrast. So I give beards my blessing for the moment, with the right ensemble. Also, it's a cheap fun game you can play with your friends. Beard.
[Hickey Freeman Wool Blazer, $478 at Bluefly]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.