A pair of Volokh Conspirators, Professors James Lindgren and Randy Barnett, at last week’s NYLS conference on writing about the law. Inset: Professor Cameron Stracher, who organized the symposium.
In our write-up of the NYLS conference panel on law reviews, we offered the following fashion commentary:
Professors Barnett and Stracher are both rockin’ the “downtown auteur” look: black or dark blue suit, dark collarless shirt, no tie. Not bad in a vacuum, but unfortunate that they’re on the same panel with the same look (except as to the color of their shirts).
Professor Barnett has taken issue with our observations. He claims that he was wearing a crewneck shirt, while Professor Stracher was wearing a turtleneck — and that “a world of difference” exists between the two.
We pulled out our photographs of Professors Barnett and Stracher. Professor Barnett is clearly wearing a crew neck — the same crew neck he’s wearing in his website photo, it seems. But we couldn’t tell the type of Professor Stracher’s collar (above inset).
So we looked up Professor Ann Althouse’s more detailed photograph of Professor Stracher (together with yours truly). Yep, that’s a turtleneck (although a relatively short one).
We apologize to Professor Barnett, and we regret the error.
In addition, Professor Lindgren wanted to clarify his choice of a button-down shirt (for which we criticized him). He explained that he has several levels of sartorial formality, and he deliberately chose a button-down because he viewed the NYLS conference as calling for a moderate rather than extreme level of formality. Given the fairly laid-back nature of the proceedings, we can see where he’s coming from.
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Professor Barnett discreetly flips us the bird, while Professor Althouse does her best Gary Coleman impression: “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Randy?”
The rather attractive Jamie Heller, of the Wall Street Journal, reminds us of a certain actress (whose name we’re blanking on right now).
Update: Heller looks like a brunette Cynthia Nixon.
Richard Sweren, a writer and co-executive producer of “Law & Order,” sheepishly asks her out on a date. But Heller shoots him down. She works for the Wall Street Journal; she has interviewed billionaires. And she is unimpressed by mere Hollywood wealth.
Speaking of asking people out, have you ever seen a tax law professor bust a move?
Well, now you have.
As a tax law professor, Paul Caron is well-aware of the tax consequences of receiving an Oscar gift bag. But what about the goodie bags given to presenters at NYLS’s legal writing conference?
(We commend Professor Caron for the nice cap-toe shoes and handsome briefcase — much better than the backpacks and CLE-freebie tote bags from the Aaron Charney v. S&C hearing.)
Dahlia Lithwick, Slate’s lovely Supreme Court correspondent, strikes a pose. With better light, this would have looked like a Dante Gabriel Rossetti painting.
Meanwhile, her old-media colleague, Adam Cohen of the New York Times, works hard to look as nerdy as possible.
Adam Cohen is VERY excited about his new Gandalf action figure. Jamie Heller wonders what to have for lunch.
As a “real journalist,” a fully-credentialed member of the MSM, Heller is not allowed to accept free food and drink. But who would be hurt if she allowed Richard Sweren to take her to lunch at Nobu?
Richard Matasar, Dean of New York Law School, realizes that was a JALAPENO pepper. Brandt Goldstein tries his damnedest to dislodge a raspberry from in between his back teeth. At the podium: Professor Stracher, in his turtleneck.
A happy Professor Althouse, flanked by hotties from an unidentified law school.
Professor Bernard Hibbitts outlines Jurist’s plans for world domination. Rosa Brooks is skeptical (or daydreaming about being on the beach in Antigua, pina colada in hand).
Hey — it’s Professor Arthur Leonard! We got to chat with him at the lunch. He’s fantastic!
The gangly Lawrence Solum perches on a classroom desk, swings his legs, and tries to imagine life as a short person. (Trust us, Larry — it ain’t easy!)