Aristocratic Superiority Of Mind

In yesterday’s Old Money post, I left a comment referencing the concept of the dandy as self-made aristocrat. Although in the digital style world “dandy” has the connotation of foppish peacocks at Pitti Uomo, in its original conception it was something quite different. The title character in Louis Auchincloss’ “The Rector of Justin,” a staple of prep-school literature, for example, is described as having a  streak of dandyism in his sober elegance.

If we start at year one with a dash of Roman stoicism, and add Medieval chivalry and Renaissance sprezzatura, at some point the concept of the English gentleman emerges, which serves as the model for America’s WASP establishment, the original wearers of the Ivy League Look. In the midst of this process there rose a man who came to be known as Beau Brummell, so-called father of modern costume. Every trad who’s ever paired khakis with a white shirt and navy blazer is paying tribute to the formula of masculine dress devised by Brummell. 

The following essay, entitled “The Dandy,” is by the French poet Charles Baudelaire and appeared in 1863, when the memory of the dandyism and Anglomania that had swept France a few decades before was still fresh. Over the past 28 years I have read this essay a hundred times, always finding in it a new angle and greater understanding. I present it here not only as a delightful diversion to read in tweed, but as a well of knowledge that may provide a morale-boosting draught at this present moment in time, when we find ourselves facing a pandemic, political and economic uncertainty, draconian measures by the state, isolation from our fellow man and places of worship, and the soulless and humiliating effect brought about by mobile technology. The essay comes from a collection of musings inspired by the illustrator Constantin Guys. If you can manage the abrupt entry and get through the first few paragraphs, I think you’ll find much food for thought. There is the notion of a simple and distinguished attitude towards one’s attire; the emphasis on discipline and giving a law to oneself, including that of always being well dressed; and the ascendance of a free and noble spirit amid the leveling forces of mass conformity. — CHRISTIAN CHENSVOLD

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The Dandy
From “The Painter of Modern Life,” 1863
By Charles Baudelaire
Translation by P.E. Charvet.

The wealthy man, who, blasé though he may be, has no occupation in life but to chase along the highway of happiness, the man nurtured in luxury, and habituated from early youth to being obeyed by others, the man, finally, who has no profession other than elegance, is bound at all times to have a facial expression of a very special kind. Dandyism is an ill-defined social attitude as strange as dueling; it goes back a long way, since Caesar, Catilina, Alcibiades provide us with brilliant examples of it; it is very widespread, since Chateaubriand found examples of it in the forests and on the lake-sides of the New World. Dandyism, which is an institution outside the law, has a rigorous code of laws that all its subjects are strictly bound by, however ardent and independent their individual characters may be.

The English novelists, more than others, have cultivated the ‘high life’ type of novel, and their French counterparts who, like M. de Custine, have tried to specialize in love novels have very wisely taken care to endow their characters with purses long enough for them to indulge without hesitation their slightest whims; and they freed them from any profession. These beings have no other status but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking. Thus they possess, to their hearts’ content, and to a vast degree, both time and money, without which fantasy, reduced to the state of ephemeral reverie, can scarcely be translated into action. It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man, or the accomplishment of a conjugal duty. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

If I speak of love in the context of dandyism, the reason is that love is the natural occupation of men of leisure. But the dandy does not consider love as a special aim in life. If I have mentioned money, the reason is that money is indispensable to those who make an exclusive cult of their passions, but the dandy does not aspire to wealth as an object in itself; an open bank credit could suit him just as well; he leaves that squalid passion to vulgar mortals. Contrary to what a lot of thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind. Thus, in his eyes, enamored as he is above all of distinction, perfection in dress consists in absolute simplicity, which is, indeed, the best way of being distinguished. What then can this passion be, which has crystallized into a doctrine, and has formed a number of outstanding devotees, this unwritten code that has molded so proud a brotherhood? It is, above all, the burning desire to create a personal form of originality, within the external limits of social conventions. It is a kind of cult of the ego which can still survive the pursuit of that form of happiness to be found in others, in woman for example; which can even survive what are called illusions. It is the pleasure of causing surprise in others, and the proud satisfaction of never showing any oneself. A dandy may be blasé, he may even suffer pain, but in the latter case he will keep smiling, like the Spartan under the bite of the fox.

Clearly, then, dandyism in certain respects comes close to spirituality and to stoicism, but a dandy can never be a vulgar man. If he were to commit a crime, he might perhaps be socially damned, but if the crime came from some trivial cause, the disgrace would be irreparable. Let the reader not be shocked by this mixture of the grave and the gay; let him rather reflect that there is a sort of grandeur in all follies, a driving power in every sort of excess. A strange form of spirituality indeed! For those who are its high priests and its victims at one and the same time, all the complicated material conditions they subject themselves to, from the most flawless dress at any time of day or night to the most risky sporting feats, are no more than a series of gymnastic exercises suitable to strengthen the will and school the soul. Indeed I was not far wrong when I compared dandyism to a kind of religion. The most rigorous monastic rule, the inexorable commands of the Old Man of the Mountain, who enjoined suicide on his intoxicated disciples, were not more despotic or more slavishly obeyed than this doctrine of elegance and originality, which, like the others, imposes upon its ambitious and humble sectaries, men as often as not full of spirit, passion, courage, controlled energy, the terrible precept: Perinde ac cadaver!

Fastidious, unbelievables, beaux, lions or dandies: whichever label these men claim for themselves, one and all stem from the same origin, all share the same characteristic of opposition and revolt; all are representatives of what is best in human pride, of that need, which is too rare in the modern generation, to combat and destroy triviality. That is the source, in your dandy, of that haughty, patrician attitude, aggressive even in its coldness. Dandyism appears especially in those periods of transition when democracy has not yet become all-powerful, and when aristocracy is only partially weakened and discredited. In the confusion of such times, a certain number of men, disenchanted and leisured ‘outsiders’, but all of them richly endowed with native energy, may conceive the idea of establishing a new kind of aristocracy, all the more difficult to break down because established on the most precious, the most indestructible faculties, on the divine gifts that neither work nor money can give. Dandyism is the last flicker of heroism in decadent ages; and the sort of dandy discovered by the traveler in Northern America in no sense invalidates this idea; for there is no valid reason why we should not believe that the tribes we call savage are not the remnants of great civilizations of the past. Dandyism is a setting sun; like the declining star, it is magnificent, without heat and full of melancholy. But alas! the rising tide of democracy, which spreads everywhere and reduces everything to the same level, is daily carrying away these last champions of human pride, and submerging, in the waters of oblivion, the last traces of these remarkable myrmidons. Here in France, dandies are becoming rarer and rarer, whereas amongst our neighbors in England the state of society and the constitution (the true constitution, the one that is expressed in social habits) will, for a long time yet, leave room for the heirs of Sheridan, Brummell and Byron, always assuming that men worthy of them come forward.

What to the reader may have seemed a digression is not one in fact. The moral reflections and musings that arise from the drawings of an artist are in many cases the best interpretation that the critic can make of them; the notions they suggest are part of an underlying idea, and, by revealing them in turn, we may uncover the root idea itself. Need I say that when M.G. commits one of his dandies to paper, he always gives him his historical character, we might almost say his legendary character, were it not that we are dealing with our own day and with things that are generally held to be lighthearted? For here we surely have that ease of bearing, that sureness of manner, that simplicity in the habit of command, that way of wearing a frock-coat or controlling a horse, that calmness revealing strength in every circumstance, that convince us, when our eye does pick out one of those privileged beings, in whom the attractive and the formidable mingle so mysteriously: ‘There goes a rich man perhaps, but quite certainly an unemployed Hercules.’

The specific beauty of the dandy consists particularly in that cold exterior resulting from the unshakable determination to remain unmoved; one is reminded of a latent fire, whose existence is merely suspected, and which, if it wanted to, but it does not, could burst forth in all its brightness. All that is expressed to perfection in these illustrations.

11 Comments on "Aristocratic Superiority Of Mind"

  1. Two comments and a question:
    1. Thank you for an interesting read for after work.
    2. Hey! That’s the Norman Hilton guy!
    Q: I was taught, and find it practical to unbutton the jacket when sitting, and that it is proper to button up upon standing. What is the consensus here?

  2. The upper class has always been interested in Eastern religions, particularly Buddhism. In Buddhism, the lotus flower is a symbol of good fortune as lotus flowers open and bloom in murky, stagnant water.

    This essay brought to mind Rudyard Kipling’s poem about being cool-headed: “If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs…”

  3. Jonathan Mitchell | December 2, 2020 at 11:10 am | Reply

    I will now create a file of articles labelled
    TO BE READ IN TWEED

  4. Coltrane & Cognac | December 2, 2020 at 2:40 pm | Reply

    Read this ridiculous article while sitting on the commode. Flushed it down with the rest of the effluence.

  5. ‘Every trad who’s ever paired khakis with a white shirt and navy blazer is paying tribute to the formula of masculine dress devised by Brummell.’

    I don’t consider myself to be a trad, nor have I ever worn a blazer and nor do I know much about Brummell, but I am interested in knowing why this is supposed to be true. Any explanations?

  6. There’s an extensive chapter in Ian Kelley’s definitive bio of Brummell about his sartorial inventiveness. He took elements of military uniforms and country attire as well as principles from Neoclassicism. There’s a great dramatization of how modern he looks in the Stewart Granger biopic from about ’54.

    He essentially invented and popularized the combination of navy coat with brass buttons, white dress shirt, and khaki or beige colored trousers.

    https://hespokestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/beau-brummell-robert-dighton-portrait.jpg

    You can find many posts and historical texts about him at Dandyism.net, which I founded and ran from 2004-2008 before launching Ivy Style.

    @Berkeley

    As I mentioned, I’ve read the essay 100 times always finding fresh angles. I’ve yet to get to that one. Maybe because I know Baudelaire. And myself.

  7. ‘He essentially invented and popularized the combination of navy coat with brass buttons, white dress shirt, and khaki or beige colored trousers.’

    Got you. Incidentally I believe that combination didn’t exist until many years after the ivy heyday – specifically I don’t think it was seen until the 1980s. Although I’m referring solely to blazer and khakis/chinos (and yes there is a photo of someone wearing that combination in Press in the 1950s. One swallow does not a summer make.)

    Maybe its dandy origins were at odds with ivy’s original sartorial aesthetic.

  8. I hope that you’ll write an article about Michael Bastian as the new Creative Director at BB – he is focusing on the right areas. https://www.gq.com/story/brooks-brothers-hires-michael-bastian

  9. I second that, Bill. I’d love to read a piece about Michael Bastian as well. It seems like many folks are excited that he’s joining BB.

  10. To make a somewhat hairsplitting point, it seems to me that Ivy style, going back to the heyday, was more patrician than aristocratic. I.e., it was embraced and popularized by upper-middle-class New Englanders who made their money from trade. Aristocrats, meaning hereditary landowners, were more of a New York and Southern phenomenon. I think this is a distinction with a difference.

  11. I believe you are correct, Taliesin. I think this is one of those cases in which the term that becomes popularized — and how un-patrician is that! — is not entirely accurate. “Aristocrat” seems to be the term that has stuck in philosophy and literary criticism, not to mention goth and anime subcultures, such as the term “gothic aristocrat.” Even Baudelaire himself uses the term, and enfant terrible of Traditionalism, Julius Evola, uses the term “aristrocrats of the soul.”

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