“Is there an American style? Do any core sartorial values run like shared DNA in the bloodstream of cowgirls and corps de ballet danvers, or Silicon Valley CFO’s and Bronx stylistas straphanging home from law school on the B train? Absolutely. ////////// This is a nation founded by pilgrims and pioneers-and just as our common history of hard-knock self-determination lives on in that famous American individualism (our insistence on self-reliance and the right to burn our bras or brandish political slogans at shopping malls if we so choose) so it lives on in our wardrobes. Practicality and comfort are dear to our heart. If there were a national fabric, it would be cotton, not Alencon lace or kimono silk. Clean lines, stripped of silliness, always sell. ////////// This is the land of the free: We never stop moving-ever forward, westward ho!-and demand to be able to really move in our clothes. This is the home of the brave: trends come and go, but sportiness trumps snobbery in the end.”
