Before Ezra Koenig became an (indie?) pop star, he wrote a book of short stories and sent it to Elif Batuman:
The sad thing in these stories is how much the beautiful clothes cost; not just that one can’t afford them, but also that the world order that sustained them was so expensive. Colonialism/ imperialism is always lurking in the background…One feels how sad it is that such an order ever existed, and also that it ended, having produced things of such beauty. Anyway—I read Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa, and even played the CD once on my 10-year-old computer speakers (I liked it); I wrote to young Koenig about his stories that I especially enjoyed the parts about clothes, more so than the drug-trip passages, and wished him “the best of luck,” and thought that would be the end of it.
As it happens, though, Koenig’s band, Vampire Weekend, really took off that summer…I lack the necessary training to describe music, but you can listen to songs on their website. It’s incredibly uplifting, although similar, in certain ways, to that sale table in Brooks Brothers.