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Welcome to Instajack, where we drop some knowledge on somebody worth a follow and plenty of double-taps on Instagram. In honor of Thanksgiving, we give you David Chang, who is responsible for some of the best food we've ever tasted. We'll raise a glass to him any day.
Hometown: Vienna, Virginia.
How are you feeling today? Good and tired.
What are you wearing? Patagonia hemp shirt, Levi's jeans, Converse Jack Purcells.
What's the most ridiculous selfie you ever took? The fact that I have even taken a selfie before is ridiculous and sad at the same time.
Your social media pet peeve? The celebration of stupid people made famous.
What's the last song you listened to? "Changer" by Stereolab.
What's the last thing you ate? A Karlie Kookie for breakfast by Milk Bar.
What do you want to eat next? Duck eggs with parmesan and white truffle that Mario Batali dropped off last night at Ko.
What's your most prized possession? First edition of the very first Michael Bras cookbook.
What is your mantra? Aim for success, encourage failure, avoid the middle.
Where have you not seen that you'd like to see? Patagonia.
Best party you ever went to? The 2010 GQ Men of the Year party at Chateau Marmont (2009 or 2010). Not trying to suck up but it was the most insane thing with the most insane people. What happened there stays there.
Last year, I decided to wear my Visvim FBT sneakers home to Thanksgiving. The sneakers, inspired by the footwear seen on a Fun Boy Three album cover, have a supple leather hand-sewn upper atop a running shoe sole, making for one of the most comfortable and beautifully-crafted kicks on the planet. Wanting to look my best, they were the obvious statement piece. I didn't entirely consider the statement they'd make to my family. That whole leather fringe part on the upper, complete with knots and strings dangling everywhere, is an attention grabber to say the least, especially when you find yourself amongst a group of people that are apprehensive to shop at J.Crew for fear of seeming too snobby. To them, I was basically walking around my aunt's house with baseball gloves on my feet.
What started as excitement to stunt on some country folk quickly became a barrage of inquiries I couldn't even begin to succinctly answer. Explaining niche fashion to a person who knows literally nothing on the subject is like being a senator and being asked to summarize how to pass a bill in one or two sentences. The difference is no one expects a senator to be able to do that. Thus, to fully explain my love of these sneakers, I'd need to succinctly describe how the whole world of fashion works--design, craftsmanship, trends, inspiration, culture--without coming across like a psychopath who sits around thinking about shoes all day (which, I guess, I pretty much do). So when my 80-year-old grandmother asked, "Who makes those?" my response of, "A Japanese company...it's called Visvim" ultimately created more questions than it answered.
The stress of feeling the need to explain myself was enough to make me regret my decision. But then, my aunt blindsided me when she asked, "Where can I buy a pair?" She's a yoga instructor, so I should have known she'd be into this crunchy stuff. But how could I delicately explain that in order to procure a pair, she'd have to buy them online, plus pay customs upon their arrival, and that even then the price might make her head explode? How do you explain that $600 sneakers aren't the craziest thing on the planet? And what does it say about me, her nephew in the big city, that I find it sensible to drop that kind of dough on shoes? Don't you need to, like, pay rent and cable bills? She'd wonder. I wouldn't be surprised if she concluded I must be selling drugs. Worst of all, if I told her what I'd shelled out she'd likely rat me out to my mom, whose trademark gaze of disappointment makes me sad just to think about. But I had to say something--there's only so many times you can eject from a conversation by saying you "need more wine" before people start to think you've got even bigger problems. I ended up deflecting her curiosity by telling her I would email her a link for where to buy them at a later date. Being the wonderful nephew I am, I never did.
When dinner was served, my concerns shifted from explanations to the pure logistics of eating the biggest and messiest meal of the year without ruining my new shoes. Cranberry sauce and gravy are, as the pilgrims learned with their buckled shoes, a bitch to clean out of leather. And the folks on Plymouth Rock didn't have an 8-year-old tornado of a little cousin named Ryan, who, adorable as he may be, has little regard for things like fire jawns.
So why not just take my shoes off? Other than the fact that this would make me the only person in the house without shoes on, I wasn't about to leave them out in the open so Fenway, the Golden Retriever, could chew them up faster than a Beggin' Strip. Plus, at this point I knew my family already must have thought I took things like shoes too seriously--how would they feel if I was suddenly asking my aunt to store my precious footwear somewhere secure away from her dog?
Ultimately, the meal came and went, and everything, shoes included, was fine. What I learned was that when it comes to the holidays, wearing anything out of the ordinary isn't worth the distraction. This year, I already know exactly what I'm rocking: a white button down shirt, navy sweater, jeans, and black lace up boots. Sure, I feel good knowing they're all wildly overpriced and from designer labels, but they don't look trendy. In the city, I'm able to talk to my friends for hours about how I'm stunting in my rudimentary outfit, but at home, I'd rather the conversation start with anything other than my clothes. My eyes are up here, Grandma!