When I was a kid, I was into comic books. The past tense form “was” is a bit misleading, since I’m still into comics but limited by social courtesy and romantic obligation. But “back” during my hey day, I really enjoyed them. Now comic books, for those of you born during the last big typhoid epidemic, aren’t the simple, linear endevours of yesteryear. No, comic books can get quite complicated, and one such tool of obfuscation is the Crossover, in which two, or more major titles “cross over” to the other. Thus you can have ridiculous pairings like Batman fighting Wolverine, or Commander Riker getting it on with Captain America. Crossovers were sometimes seen as cash grabs by the publishers, since you had to collect multiple titles to get the whole story, but sometimes they led to sublime treatments and stories.
BikeSnob, the uppity, curmudgeonly cycling blogger, recently had his own crossover of sorts. It seems that last week, The Sartorialist suggested that the damnable bicycle chain could be a fashion statement. And ye, there was much gnashing of teeth and tearing of clothes, for a bicycle blog and a fashion blog did collide and signal the End was Nigh. Amen.
The best part was Bikesnob’s virtual impression of The Sartorialist’s swooning writing style.
Compare the original:
Whenever I see these bike messengers with their big bike chain wrapped around their waist I always think about Karl and Chanel. I keep waiting for the day I see Chanel models racing down the runway sporting heavy chain belts with leather threaded through – a thicker version of a Chanel bag’s chain. This messenger’s look is just begging to be Karlized.
With BikeSnob’s rendition:
Whenever I see these bike commuters being stuffed into squad cars with those big handcuffs around their wrists, I always think about Karl and Chanel. I keep waiting for the day I see Chanel models racing down the runway sporting heavy chain bracelets with leather threaded through – a thicker version of a Chanel bag’s chain – rendering them almost completely immobile as they are beaten by shirtless police officers in hot pants. The innocent victim’s look is just begging to be Karlized, I think the bicycle crackdown is simply fabulous from a prêt-à-porter perspective.
Hilarious. Seriously whenever I read The Sartorialist’s writing I get a bit embarrassed because I feel like I’m reading some 14-year-old’s fashion diary. Is there anything the guy doesn’t love??