Dear fancy fashion people,
Please stop naming your lines after teen angst-lit characters that you should have gotten over by the age of 14. I know "Catcher in the Rye," like, TOTALLY changed your life. And, like, fuck all the phonies out there. And OMG, I know your vision is SO AUTHENTIC, so you, like, totally earned the right to name it after Holden, but, really?! Really!?
The sad thing is, both of these lines are pretty rad. Without painful labels like "Hunter S. Thompson" or "George Orwell," I would have looked at Mr. Hare shoes in a different light. And I appreciate Caulfield Prep's desire to place its line within a narrative context. But they're not doing themselves any favors by foisting such a tired trope on otherwise well-cut preppy menswear (the line feels like a cross between Billy Reid and J Crew in the best possible way).
Nobody wants to be that 30-something barista still smoking cloves and reading Ayn Rand. At some point you have to move on, maybe pick some more grown up cliches. How about a JC Penny plus-size men's diffusion line called Confederacy of Dunces? Or futuristic Asian accessories dubbed Murakami?