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The Clothes Of Hunter S. Thompson

How the legendary author’s look reflected the American values of freedom and individuality he so heartily celebrated.
Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson points a pistol from a link trainer September 1990 in Woody Creek, near Aspen, CO. Photo by Paul Harris/ Liaison.

Countless writers have attempted to copy Hunter S Thompson’s distinctive style of gonzo wordsmithery. The opening paragraph of his book Hell’s Angels is, in fact, often taught in journalism classes as a prime example of ‘The Five Ws’ — What, Who, When, Where, Why — that form the core of any effective piece of reporting. Dig it, friend:

[Where & When] California, Labor Day weekend... early, with ocean fog still in the streets, [Who] outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levi’s roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula, north of Big Sur... [What] The Menace is loose again, the Hell’s Angels, the hundred-carat headline, running fast and loud on the early morning freeway, low in the saddle, nobody smiles, jamming crazy through traffic and ninety miles an hour down the center stripe, missing by inches... like Genghis Khan on an iron horse, a monster steed with a fiery anus, flat out through the eye of a beer can and up your daughter’s leg with no quarter asked and none given; [Why] show the squares some class, give ’em a whiff of those kicks they’ll never know... Ah, these righteous dudes, they love to screw it on...

The man sure knew how to string a stanza together, jazzily dishing up the facts, ma’am. So it’s no surprise that the Godfather of Gonzo’s literary style is taught, studied and endlessly emulated. But his approach to personal style is equally worthy of examination, contemplation and imitation.

Thompson was among America’s most eminent proponents of ‘Freak Power’ — running unsuccessfully for sheriff of Aspen under that very banner in 1970, on a policy platform that included regulating the illicit drug trade (“My first act as Sheriff will be to install, on the courthouse lawn, a bastinado platform and a set of stocks in order to punish dishonest dope dealers in a proper public fashion. Each year these dealers cheat millions of people out of millions of dollars... it will be the general philosophy of the Sheriff’s office that no drug worth taking should be sold for money”), and changing the name of the then rapidly gentrifying Colorado enclave to Fat City (“This would prevent greedheads, land-rapers and other human jackals from capitalizing on the name ‘Aspen’. These swine should be fucked, broken, and driven across the land”). But compared to most of his contemporaries in the hippy era, Thompson didn’t look terribly freaky at all. He dressed like exactly what he’d started out as: a boozy, outdoorsy sports reporter.

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