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The sixty-four-year-old director dresses with the modesty of a mill hand in his native Missoula. The proportions of his barrel cuffs (too long) and the Miles Davis hang of his coat (too wide by today's close cropped standards) are earnest Americana. The look is severe and signature. It's a uniform, and Lynch's embracing of it is living testament to the Flaubert maxim that an artist ought to be regular and orderly in life so that they may be violent and original in their work. Maybe that's why his throat-button look screams restriction, but his films are so wildly unrestrained.
Throw in the (widely imitated) Beckettian coif, bohemian-style consumption of coffee, and American Spirit habit and you've got the makings of an American Original. Like Albert Einstein (more on him forthcoming), who reportedly wore the same suit every day so that he didn't have to use up valuable gray matter on fashion decisions, Lynch seems to be a card-carrying member of the head-in-the-clouds club. And, if so, his use of the top button isn't some ironic, hipster-style paean to cholo chic, it's just utilitarian: the shirt has six buttons, so six buttons he uses.
Source : http://www.esquire.com/style/mens-fashion/a7631/david-lynch-style-icon-043010/