Dewey Decimal's Gone Digital

So much for the librarian in the cardigan.

There's a new librarian in town and not only can he direct you to the dusty old paper thing that has some fifty year-old reports on ancient coptic monks, but he can also zip through databases for every digital reference ever logged that has been tagged or catalogued as "Coptic." They may still wear cardigans but I suspect there will be a lot less in the way of mother of pearl buttons and quite a bit more zippers, snaps, and velcro.

And a lot more tattoos and piercings and GTA 4 rankings.

Jessica Simpson, I have Your Button

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Seriously, when is the big button craze going to slow down? Big buttons are hanging it up all over town. They've had enough. And Jessica Simpson is in the game with her own clothing line complete with cheap thread and buttons that have her entire name spelled out on them. No wonder the buttons are giant.

Maybe the current big button trend was started and is holding due to the desire of celebrity "designers" to put their names all over their stuff. Let's hope John Galliano or Stella McCartney or other designs with longer names don't insist on writing their names on buttons or soon we'll be fastening our coats and sweaters with items historically used for serving food.

Forever 21 or Marc Jacobs?

Forever 21 or Marc Jacobs or Stella McCartney? Sometimes it's hard to tell. Even details like buttons can no longer be relied upon for discerning quality (to say nothing of taste).

With the big button fanfare being celebrated today one sees giant buttons on boots, socks, gloves, and hats as well as the usual suspects such as coats, jackets, and (what the hey) sailor pants. In fact, I found myself in a big buttoned sweater this holiday season (it wasn't for an ugly Christmas sweater party), which surely suggests that this trend has seen its biggest day this time around.

This button probably saw the end and jumped. Or maybe it was attached to a jacket worn by a girl who lives with a Wall Streeter and the jump was learned behavior.

Wee Lassie Blackie

A bajin came visiting from Alba, wearing the same scaffy vest for weeks to the point that it was puir mawkit and needed a sapple. The gadgie bambot decided, after a tumble of vino collapso, it would show those minkers to sapple the barkit vest and then toss it in the mangle - making a sight that would rattle any set of wally dugs.

Don't you love Scottish slang? I'm a sucker for Scottish tug boats too.

Elemental Trends

The stainless steel trend has officially peaked. Now our buttons have to be oversized and stainless just like new refrigerators? I think this button signals the beginning of the end for the stainless steel trend. That or a very, very dapper metal worker who doesn't sew so well.

Take Me to Your Coat

This was found on Broadway north of 17th Street on New Year's day. A bright flash appeared in the sky, cars were suddenly and briefly still, and then this button appeared in a crack on the sidewalk. Lieutenant Xvzcc'nnft from the planet Urf probably got demoted or vaporized when he went home minus one tri-sided holographic button. The back of the button appears to have a sort of map of dots that glows in the dark.

I expect a call from the folks at Roswell any minute.

Bone - Paid Through the Nose

Italian bespoke leather jackets don't come cheap (not to be confused with the hack work from Argentina that features glued hems and is available an hour after placing the order). One reason is the detailing. Zippers that glide instead of chug, lining that doesn't snag on hang nails, fine top-stitching, generous and well-placed pockets, and hand-made buttons in bone.

Whoever lost this one may be weeping into his Prosecco.

And The Winner Is...

Nothing like winning the award for ugliest Christmas sweater. And then getting wasted. And then getting in a cab with three friends headed for points more drunken. And then getting in another cab with someone who was a counselor where you went to camp. He was the archery teacher. But you felt like a winner in your sweater because people were lauding you for something other than beauty. The former camp counselor complimented you on the sweater but it didn't occur to you until later that he was serious. Before you realized that he was a bigger dork now than when he was telling you how to factor cross-winds into your shot, you let him reach in the sweater. That's when the shiny green button came loose. It landed in your lap and tumbled to the curb when you and the archery guy got out at Broadway and 13th Street. You don't remember what happened after that but the sweater is at the Salvation Army now with two red, two white, and only one shiny green button.