Style Capsule: Staples
It feels faintly absurd to talk about fashion when the country reads as if it has been scorched—our civic life corroded, our norms dissolved, the air thick with something like acid rain. The erosion of the rule of law was already alarming, treated with the casualness of leftovers pushed aside and forgotten. But earlier this week, I felt my stomach drop when Donald Trump remarked in an interview, “when you think of it, we shouldn’t even have an election.” The White House press secretary, Karoline Leavitt, later suggested it was a joke. Photo by Valna Studio on Unsplash If it was meant to be funny, the humor is inaccessible to me. I don’t lack a sense of irony or satire, but jokes rely on shared boundaries. This crossed none I recognize. Perhaps my tolerance for absurdity has thinned as the stakes have risen, but dismissing such a statement as unserious feels willfully naïve. After everything that has already been tested, strained, and broken, pretending this is unthinkable requires a s...