Photo: Wikimedia Commons There was a time once, before hashtags and hipsters and think pieces, when men dressed however they cared to, and being worst-dressed was an honor. Clothing was not a concern; a man had to be ready to fight a bull, shoot an elephant, or brawl in a bar. This was Ernest Hemingway's time, and for him, sartorial laziness was a point of pride. Enter Russel Crouse. Crouse was a playwright who won a Pulitzer for drama. Hemingway and Crouse butted heads over the title of worst-d...
Photo: Wikimedia Commons There was a time once, before hashtags and hipsters and think pieces, when men dressed however they cared to, and being worst-dressed was an honor. Clothing was not a concern; a man had to be ready to fight a bull, shoot an elephant, or brawl in a bar. This was Ernest Hemingway's time, and for him, sartorial laziness was a point of pride. Enter Russel Crouse. Crouse was a playwright who won a Pulitzer for drama. Hemingway and Crouse butted heads over the title of worst-d...
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