Around here, we like our musicals. We also appreciate any opportunity to watch Christian Bale sing and dance and click his heels. And what takes our Newsies love to the next level is the costuming—specifically that of ringleader Jack Kelly, who always looks like he’s in charge, even though you can’t buy a lot of polish on a newsboy’s salary. (Fashion on a budget!) While I’m here, it’s worth pointing out: If you added a cocktail shaker to his arsenal, Jack would look at home mixing drinks behind a reclaimed copper bar in Greenpoint. —erica
A utilitarian Gilbert & Lewis striped button-down so you’re always ready to leave for Santa Fe with nothing more than the shirt on your back.
Wool trousers by Epaulet—business-like so Pulitzer and his lackeys take you seriously.
This post is dedicated to Lindsey M. Green, whose affections for the 1992 cinematic masterpiece are unrivaled. From 1999 to 2000, she was the co-leader of the Newsies mailing list, and her screename is Twobitz, taken from Racetrack Higgins’s line, “Hey, Jack, can you spot me two bits?”
“LEGEND: I’ll tell you how bad it is. Nobody gets trusted with popcorn - except me. That includes the FBI, the IRS, Tiffany’s and concessionaires of any ilk. A good flick arrives on the local screen, you see ol’ Newman scuttling across the lobby with a greasy brown paper bag of this homemade popcorn in one hand and—you guessed it—a machete in the other. Who’s who lists a lot of one-armed people in my hometown. They got caught trying to muscle their way into my greasy brown paper bag. The way I feel—they got off easy. They should have been strung up.”—Col. P.L. “Pops” Newman off the Newmans Own Popcorn box