Different clothes evoke specific moods, like power suits for ruthless ambition, and tuxedos, for feeling like you're about to make a big mistake. For an air of moneyed sloth, try Unruly Heir, in stores this week.
From an NYC black guy and a Palm Beach cracker, Heir is a cross-cultural take on the classic I-don't-have-to-work look -- accomplished by infusing subtle streetwear stee into prep-schoolish gear ("Am I my brother's Trapper Keeper?"). Jackets-wise, Heir has you for blazers (the pinstriped 6th Avenue), hoodies (the elastic-cuffed Seersucker), and coats, e.g., the Contraband Trench -- w/ wristwatch graphics on the interior lining, to distract constables from pockets bulging with plagiarized term papers. Heir'll also outfit you in graphic'd cotton knits, light-hued classic button-downs, shorts, and pants, including the loose-fit Jodhpur -- named after the breeches, but if you want an accompanying riding crop you'll have to go to The Pleasure Chest like everybody else.
Heir purveys one piece that takes the street prep too far, a blue driving vest with pink oboes and green boomboxes drawn in the lining -- evocative of a Hip Hopera, it will result in you too being trapped in the closet, if only to hide your big mistake.