Buzz Bissinger has a piece in the lastest GQ titled “My Gucci Addiction,” and boy is it a doozy. We don’t want to give the whole thing away, but we do definitely want to share this bit of inventory with you:
I own eighty-one leather jackets, seventy-five pairs of boots, forty-one pairs of leather pants, thirty-two pairs of haute couture jeans, ten evening jackets, and 115 pairs of leather gloves. Those who conclude from this that I have a leather fetish, an extreme leather fetish, get a grand prize of zero. And those who are familiar with my choices will sign affidavits attesting to the fact that I wear leather every day. The self-expression feels glorious, an indispensable part of me. As a stranger said after admiring my look in a Gucci burgundy jacquard velvet jacket and a Burberry black patent leather trench, “You don’t give a fuck.”
No he doesn’t. Sandy Hingston noted Buzz’s tendency to dress in leather during her 2010 profile of the man, and really, it’s good that Buzz hasn’t forgotten the working class roots of his journalistic craft, eh? Not to brag, but I have, like, two dozen black T-shirts in my closet—about a third of which actually kind of fit me OK. So Buzz and I are a lot alike that way.