The paradigm of cool for a generation was unaffected in his intensity. It’s a paradox of the human condition, that we look at others and process the surface markers in an attempt to mark and define their nature. And then, sometimes, as we process the markers, we’re overcome with a feeling on longing: How can we be them? What does it mean to be them? What is this magnetic feeling I’m experiencing?
Maybe that’s why the most compelling icons of cool are overcome with confusion. They can’t see themselves.