Particularly choice ironic stylings witnessed recently:
- A guy in full-on ironic 70s rock/groove-wear: long center-parted hair, knit headband, a knittish pilly textured (forgive me fashionistas—I'm fabric terminology deficient) short-sleeved over-tight v-necked sweater with horizontal stripes of orange, brown, and cream; worn with way way way too tight matching cream-colored jeans that revealed way way way too much about the ironist's man-business.
- Ironic quail pants—you know, those khakis with the little embroidered quail or pheasants or grouses or whatever. (Having attended an Episcopalian prep school in central Virginia in the 80s, I had way way way too much exposure to these and similar ultra-preppy trends in their original entirely sincere form, and I find their modern day tongue-in-cheek reappropriation really really really weird.)
- A guy with an ironic mustache actually wearing an ironic "Free Mustache Rides" t-shirt. (I don't make this stuff up out of thin air.)
- And much much much more that sadly escapes my recollection at the moment. (I'll have to take better notes.)