Much has been noted of the wide range of men and styles in Callahan & Adams’ “I Am Dandy.” But previously comparing and contrasting all the subjects required confusing page-flipping, or multiple browser windows leading to a frozen computer.
But now a handy-dandy photo has been taken that allows easy side-by-side comparison of over a dozen of the book’s beaux and their various sartorial idioms.
Photographer Jane Kratochvil snapped the shot Monday night at the opening reception for a weeklong exhibition of Callahan’s portraits at the National Arts Club. Bestowing D.net’s imprimatur on the event were founder Christian Chensvold and columnist Robert Sachelli, who, following in the train tracks of his idol, Lucius Beebe, chugged up on Amtrak from Washington to attend. The gala marked the most dazzling gathering of dandies in the history of New York City since Jimmy Walker dined alone.
The following is a guide to the subjects and their signature styles. Starting from the left:
Dandy Wellington, fresh from signing an endorsement deal with Miracle-Gro.
Christian Chensvold, foregoing his usual pickled-herring expression and once again channeling all his dandyism into his choice of hosiery.
Thomas Crowley, in velvet and slippers, already dressed for the after-party chez lui.
Andrew Yamato, who didn’t have time to change after a business meeting.
Domenico Spano, forgoing his usual assortment of checks for pale solids and pencil stripes, paired with a bold bowtie.
A particularly demure Rose Callahan, the 21st-century Madame Récamier, graciously presiding over her salon of dandies.
Dr. Andre Churchwell, in a copy of one of Grant’s suits in “Suspicion;” he, Rose and Chenners secretly agreed to show teeth.
A positively elegant Peter McGough looking like Edward VIII as he sat down to deliver “the woman I love” speech.
Mr. B., the Gentleman Rhymer, who provided the evening’s entertainment, here executing a perfect photobomb.
Natty Adams, still wearing Sunday’s 5 o’clock shadow.
A scholarly-looking Robert Bryan, professor of style.
Tonsorial artist Michael W. Haar, wondering why Natty didn’t stop in for a shave.
Our own Robert Sacheli, who, standing too close to the assemblage, was told by the photographer to get in closer, and with the vanity characteristic of all dandies, happily obliged, even though he’s not in the book.
An understated G. Bruce Boyer, dressed in a tweed sportcoat and cashmere cardigan with one button fastened, wondering how he got mixed up with these loonies.
The instantly recognizable Mr. Burton.
And there you have it.
Now if you’re like us (and if you are, god help you), the photo no doubt brings to mind Tissot’s “Le Cercle de la rue Royale,” which hangs in the Musée d’Orsay. On the far right, Proustian dandy Charles Haas can be seen executing the perfect paintingbomb.