The winter J Crew catalog seems to be stirring my Anglophile sensibilities. Look at him--covered in wool scarves! The models are set up in various poses in (assuming) Scottish highlands in some Children of the Corn remake where everyone wears tweed, and an English country pub with games of chess and not too far from a full book case undoubtably containing the entire work of Dickens, Bronte, Austen, and George Eliot. The catalog comes to a boring conclusion with posing outside a row house, like really boring paparazzi shots. Too bad the clothes in the shops still smack of college campuses, dirty khaki, and baseball caps. I feel betrayed.
