Last night, a man sat in front of me wearing a knit sweater with little fly fishermen on it. It looked a little out of place given the rest of his standard urban wardrobe of dew rag, black Adidas cap, and loose jeans. The repeated vested outdoor fishermen pattern looked like something out of a J. Peterman catalog. It is something that I, as a white guy growing up in Connecticut, would never wear. Its up there with blue blazers. But on this guy, the look worked. It’s satirical fashion. Not unlike ironic t-shirts that have made their way onto Lower East Side hipster back’s for years, this sweater goes one step further in playing off “fly” with “fly” at the same time poking fun at a privileged culture now bankrupt and receiving bailouts. Brilliant.