Russell Westbrook doesn't do a lot of talking about his work. This makes him an outlier among elite athletes. When asked to expound on the details of a game, Westbrook generally responds in a minimal monotone.
For the past eight years, that laconic curtness on topics pertaining to being a member of the Thunder has been in direct opposition to the world's overwhelming interest in his relationship with Kevin Durant.
Russell would probably say he does his talking on the court. Which is fair. (He practically speaks in tongues after dunks.) I would argue that he also does a lot of talking in code.
Westbrook, who signed an $85 million extensions with the Thunder in August, strode into Oracle Arena last week wearing a white tee, white jeans, and a blaring orange work bib with the words "Official Photographer" emblazoned across it.
Kevin Durant, Russ's former teammate of eight years, has a well-known interest in photography and attended Super Bowl 50 as a photojournalist for the august virtual pages of The Players' Tribune.
On the Fourth of July, KD split Oklahoma City for the Bay Area. (Dumping news during a long holiday weekend is elite-level news dumping.) He informed Russ via text message.
Which tracks only if you ignore Russ's passion for fashion and instinctive understanding of the semiotics of wardrobe. During OKC's 2016 playoff run, Westbrook wore funereal black to every closeout game. Except (tellingly?) Game 7 against the Warriors.
I've always liked to curate my own look," Westbrook told Bloomberg in 2015.
“我一直都很喜欢打扮我自己的造型,”2015年威斯布鲁克如是告诉彭博社。
When Westbrook slouched to the microphone after Game 1 of the 2012 Finals against the Heat, clad in a cartoon-character-print Prada shirt and bright red eyeglass frames (sans lenses), he single-handedly turned the mundanities of athlete work life into opportunities for wild sartorial cdth.
Players had been riffing within the limitations of the NBA's dress code for years, but then Westbrook came along and dunked the enforced illusion of post–Malice at the Palace business-wear docility into earth-toned irrelevance.
Westbrook is the reason that NBA players peacock through shabby cinderblock gangways before big games; he is the reason the NBA has a fashion show during All-Star Weekend.
The $2,000 shirts and $145 eyeglasses notwithstanding, Russ is actually at his most relatable when expressing his personality through fashion. His visceral style of play doesn't lend itself to imitation. Not even in the imagination.
Westbrook's gifts are purely aspirational; roaring catharsis made flesh. Unless you count the process by which Russ somehow turns anger into overwhelming physical force, there's no craft to emulate.
And everyone who has ever cast wary glances at themselves in the dawn light of their bedrooms before the first day of school understands dressing for an occasion.
For KD and Russ, though, their actual lives are the subject of conjecture. No wonder, then, that players have long sought more control over their own narratives. In 2016, they can actually have it.
There's now a channel for the specific tone of every message. If a player wants to release a brand-calibrated, first-person essay, they can use their personal website or an athlete-owned outlet like Derek Jeter's Players' Tribune.
Traditional media outlets still act as arbiters of mass appeal (and as the spaces of record for the steady stream of hot stove information needed by hardcore sports junkies and daily-fantasy aficionados).
Both Durant and Westbrook followed their respective summer announcements with interviews at major publications — KD at Rolling Stone and Westbrook at (of course) GQ and Sports Illustrated.
Narrative control will always be an issue. After his Rolling Stone profile, Durant objected to the way the piece characterized his relationship with Westbrook as "work friends."
"When you do a story for Rolling Stone," Durant told The Mercury News, "we talk and then he writes the story how he wants to write it. He came up with that term on his own. That got kind of miscommunicated through the entire thing."
When you consider his penchant for curation and overall control freak tendencies, the field of Westbrook Symbology is a growth industry.
当你考虑到他对帘幕的热爱和极强的控制欲时,威斯布鲁克的符号学便成为了迅速发展的行业。
Take his February Air Jordan commercial.
例如,二月份的AJ广告中他的穿着。
There's a jab at Steph Curry: "What did y'all expect," the preteen Nike hypeman yowls, with a look of utter fuck-you-talking-about dismissiveness on his face, "another CHOIR BOY running point? Nah." There's a shot at LeBron: "Taking your stats. Taking your" — here the kid spreads his hands as if imagining a marquee — "HAIRLINE."
The Nike ad released at the end of October — scans as nothing less than Russ's extended "Bye, Felicia" to Kevin Durant and anyone else with the temerity to interrupt him while he's fucking dancing. (Step down and step off, Charlie V.)
On the record, Westbrook refuses to comment on Durant. He did not even acknowledge that the game against Kevin and the Warriors on November 3 would hold any special meaning. "I play every game the same," he said.