It’s honestly hard for me to express in words how much I adore Jack White. I could say that I love him with the fire of a thousand suns. I could tell you that I played my vinyl copy of Icky Thump so many times that the record partially melted. I could inform you that every time I listen to The White Stripes or The Raconteurs or The Dead Weather (Jack White is a man of many bands), I check Craigslist listings for apartments in Nashville because I want to live the gritty country lifestyle Jack’s scratchy voice describes.
It should be no surprise then that I also love Jack White’s bohemian rockabilly style. After the jump, a few necessary pieces to channel the amazing Mr. White.