Crew’s Control

Hip catalog company J. Crew has a new store in Dallas, where devotees are flocking for casual clothes and image adjustment.

THERE IS SOMETHING CHURCHLIKE about the J. Crew store that opened in May in Dallas’ NorthPark Center, something solemn and reverent, as if the store had been designed by a Shaker splinter group. Shoppers accustomed to the aristocratic fun of the ubiquitous J. Crew catalog—photo after photo of those handsome, impeccably proportioned couples wearing windbreakers and chinos at the shore—will find a different aura here. Studied simplicity is the rule, from the burnished wood floors and the (darker) burnished wood shelves to the clothes themselves, folded with decorous precision or hung precisely in the clutterless windows. It’s a stark contrast to the razzmatazz of Barneys, right across the mall, but in the ongoing fashion wars for the hearts and pocketbooks of the nation’s consumers, J. Crew displays the understated cool of a winner. The store resembles nothing less than a chapel of worship for the fashions of the nineties.

Such an atmosphere is fitting, because J. Crew’s customers are nothing less than true believers. Simplicity sells, bringing revenues of around $200 million last year to the ten-year-old, mostly mail-order business, which in the last few years opened a retail division. Seemingly, lots and lots of people want to live the J. Crew life, which means that they want to buy classic American casual wear—“broken-in chinos,” “vintage workshirts,” or the “J. Crew barn jacket,” in company parlance—at reasonable prices.

They also want to buy the J. Crew fantasy, as portrayed in catalogs dispatched to frequent buyers almost every month. Within those pages are pictures of alluring people doing all sorts of outdoorsy but tasteful things, from kayaking to sipping café au lait. J. Crew people, it barely needs to be said, do not get stuck in overheated cars on the freeway, nor do they drag screaming children through Target. Their lives are relaxed, cozy, and very pretty; they look like people that yuppies would kill to hang out with.

J. Crew is not the only purveyor of this vision of the world, of course. Walk through any upper-end suburban mall and you see essentially the same clothes, marketed the same way, at places like the Gap, Banana Republic, and the sportswear sections of all the major department stores. The fantasies employed to sell these garments may differ slightly. The Gap urges buyers to be as hip and as individualistic as teen idol Luke Perry (customize your own denim shirt by cutting off the sleeves!), while Banana Republic, whose stores look a little like lost sets from The African Queen, suggests that customers find themselves by traveling back to a more gracious and adventurous era. Still, the style they all promote is basically “Brooks Brothers meets L. L. Bean,” the weekend wear of the American upper class, goosed up and then manufactured and marketed for the middle and upper-middle class.

Every establishment presents a semi-androgynous stock of denim and cotton shirts, cotton sweaters, jeans, and slacks. (The least appealing of them is the overdone A/X line from Giorgio Armani; it’s as if the Italian master of precision couldn’t really grasp Americans’ unwavering devotion to sloppiness.) Most items cost less than $100, and many are around $35. Natural fibers predominate, as does a worn, shapeless look that used to take years to achieve—that sentimental patina of faded colors and soft fabrics. If the eighties were dominated by French designers who made horrifically expensive ball gowns for the wives of corporate raiders, the nineties feature survivor wear for diminished expectations and a tightened economy. Today’s clothes must be affordable, because fewer people can throw money away on clothes, and enduring, because fewer people can throw money away on clothes. Even so, these

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