Fashion Tribes - On The Commuter Rail (Winter Edition)
I’ve been taking the commuter rail to work for over 6 years now, and I have to say, the people watching is excellent. One thing I’ve noticed are several common fashion archetypes that turn up again and again and again, season after season. Working in an urban environment and taking public transportation means is that appearance matters because thousands of people will see you. And if you think no one pays attention to how you look - well think again!
So here are my current favorites:
Captain of Industry as Caddy Shack - This is usually a middle aged executive who’s probably a partner in a law firm or he’s a fund manager. Basically, a guy who makes a lot of money. He’s wearing an expensive cashmere coat, carries an expensive Coach briefcase, and on really cold days - he wears a ratty baseball cap. What’s up with that? Why not a nice tweed cap one of those fabulous fur hats that Russians wear? Anything except that greasy and faded Red Sox cap!
Michelin Mom - Every time I see a woman dressed like this I wonder if she ever looks at herself in the mirror. This is generally a woman my age (late 40’s) who is 5 feet 5 inches tall or less (my height), she’s carrying about 25 extra pounds (not me, thankfully), and she is nonetheless wearing a quilted down coat. When the weather is dry she wears running shoes, and in wet weather she wears the adult version of those puffy little kid nylon boots. The only people who should wear quilted down coats are coeds who weight less than 120 lbs. And no one over the age of 7 should wear those puffy nylon boots.
Indiana Jones on the Stoughton Line - This guy is the reverse of the Captain of Industry yet he has the same problem. He might work at a university or he could be in high tech. He’s wearing a Timblerland ski parka with a Fedora. Why oh why do men think this casual/formal dichotomy works? It doesn’t. His briefcase is somewhere between a messenger bag and a man purse. The zipper on his parka is embellished with three years worth of tatty lift tickets so he can illustrate in a subtle way just how much money & time he spends on the slopes
Fashion Sherpa - This can be a woman of any age. She is loaded down with more than one bag; often a handbag, a tote bag AND a briefcase! My back hurts just looking at her. Sometimes this look is combined with Michelin Mom, which is just too painful for words. More often than not, the tote is a canvas L.L. Bean boat bag, which looks silly anywhere except on the deck of a boat, on the beach, or in the trunk of a car.
Mr. Beancounter - This is a guy who wears a crumpled and shapeless trenchcoat that looks like it hasn’t been to the cleaners in at least three years. Often carries an ancient old hard sided leather briefcase. Wears galoshes. He works for the State and been taking the commuter rail to work since the 70’s. He has a pension you would kill for.
Pet Lover - This is a cross-gender look, and for kicks I sometimes try to identify the breed of cat or dog that has deposited several ounces of hair into it’s owners wool coat.
VPN Crackberry - Another cross-gender look; this person is loaded down with technology. They are soooo busy at work they need a rolling briefcase to schlep a laptop and 100 lbs. of paperwork home everynight. They like to “work” on the train and when they’re not getting their ya-ya’s from an inscrutable 1,000 cell spreadsheet, they multitask with their PDA and listen to iTunes, which are always turned up way too loud. You’d be surprised how many grown men & women still listen to Eddie Money. They always have at least one phone conversation per trip, which is always the same, “Hi, it’s me. I’m on the train.” Really - you and 800 other people.
A final note on accessories. Rolling briefcases belong only in airports. They do not belong on the commuter rail! Aside from the fact that anyone who has one looks like a copier repairman; if your work stuff is that heavy than you need to put your bag on a diet. I don’t believe for a minute that all that stuff is really necessary. And I’m tired of tripping over your bag when you park it in the aisle.
So that’s my take on commuter rail fashion this winter. I feel much better now.

















