The Chic Cowboy is Ajani Brown

My style is a beautiful woven tapestry of the many versions of me that have lived in my 33 years of life, rooted in my ancestral heritage and my relationship with the world around me. The through line of my various aesthetics is an appreciation for beauty in all of its forms and the pursuit of joy. Style, when done right, is more than just design — it sparks joy, boosts confidence, rejuvenates and inspires.
Core Components of the Chic Cowboy’s Design Aesthetic
Cowboy Western. I was raised in Texas, where my dad was born, but I have lived in Louisiana, Arkansas, Oklahoma and Texas. I grew up seeing cowboys and cowgirls, listening to country music, and going to two-step saloons on the weekends. As young boys, my brother and I dressed up as cowboys for Halloween. What began as a childhood costume became a lifelong uniform and now, a philosophy. Today, I can be seen sporting my cowboy boots, western belt and cowboy hat on just about any day, anywhere. My western influence extends to my interior design aesthetic — black cowboys and cowgirls feature prominently in art that hangs in my apartment. My home is filled with dark woods, bone, horn and other earthly tones that root me in home and heritage.





















The Natural Born King. I was born in the middle of a pine forest aptly named Pineville, Louisiana, where my grandparents still live to this day. It is there my appreciation for natural beauty manifested. I grew up birdwatching with my grandmother in the mornings, swinging to and fro in the hammock strung between two mighty pine trees. In elementary school, I read almost exclusively non-fiction books about animals and nature, and the zoo was my favorite place as a kid. The natural world is not only a source of beauty but of sovereignty. As an adult, natural and exotic prints, textures and fabrics are staples in my wardrobe. Birds and big cats not only appear on my clothes, but on my jewelry, pillows, and art throughout my home. My home, aptly named the King’s Lair, is anchored by the lion above my bed as well as the one who sleeps thereunder. My living space is a natural paradise filled with floral arrangements, natural foods, natural light, and is an ode to the majesty and beauty of the natural world.
















Varsity Black Ivy Prep. I graduated from Brown University where my Ivy style certainly flourished, but that’s not where it got its start. My parents dressed my brother and me in Ivy Prep — largely polos and khakis — for back-to-school even though we did not attend private school. In classic Black Ivy fashion, I “remixed and re-envisioned” these classics into something uniquely me and undeniably cool. Jason Jules & Graham Marsh, Black Ivy: A Revolt in Style (pg. 8). Part of my ability to re-envision these classics is born from my athletics background. I’m a track legend. I was a District Champion, Regional Champion and state qualifier in the 400m in high school. I was later the track captain at Brown University where I still have the 7th fastest time in the 400m as well as top 10 relay finishes. By definition, I am a varsity jock, and I have the letterman’s sweater, jackets, and medals to prove it. Jocks are known for adding extra flair to otherwise standard pieces and I am no different. Bold color chino shorts, loafers with crew socks, popped collars, and liberally unbuttoned button-downs are regular features in my style. At home, my college medals are framed and my Ivy Heptagonal Track & Field programs are prominently displayed. When you step into the King’s Lair, you instantly know you’re in the home of a Black ivy jock.
















Superfine Tailoring. I got my first official suit in Pineville, Louisiana when I was in middle school. I remember the pride my dad had in eyes. He had the same look when we got my Brooks Brothers suit for my law school interviews. To him, it was “a decisive and poignant moment of literal and metaphorical self-fashioning.” Monica Miller, et. al, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style (pg. 49). My dad always instilled in me the importance of fine, tailored suiting for men, as well as its necessary accoutrements: ties, cuff links for French cuffs, and quality re-craftable shoes. “You can never be overdressed,” he would say. I became a lawyer in 2017 and practiced at two of the country’s top law firms for a total of 7 years. My wardrobe is filled with button downs, trousers, blazers, suits, and dress shoes — all in a variety of colors. Though the profession turned out more casual than my dad or I could have imagined — a colleague asked me why I had a suit on one day at the office of a law firm (it was technically not a suit as the jacket and pants were not cut from the same fabric or even the same color for that matter) — my appreciation for tailoring never left. I left corporate law, but superfine tailoring will always be a part of my style aesthetic.










Sartorial Dandy Flair. I’m no stranger to drama and flair. My mother, a serial watcher of shows like the Young and the Restless and Bridgerton, passed down her love for ornate fashion, which I picked up on countless shopping trips. Perusing the racks at Neiman Marcus, Saks, the outlet mall and whichever other stores she visited, I studied the fabrics, cuts, and patterns, how the music complemented the shopping experience, and how the mannequins were styled. In my last few months of New York, I started capturing the styles of the living mannequin I’d become in a sartorial self-portrait series — weaving together fabrics, patterns, colors and cultural elements in an avant garde style akin to Ike Ude, though I only learned of him after my visit to Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibit at the Met later that year. Each outfit became a performance — an ode to my own self-determination, beauty, and the interconnectedness of global style. My interior mirrors this regal flair: baroque gold vanities, oversized lamps, crane side tables, and art covered walls. The flair contributes to the overall fabulousness that makes the Chic Cowboy uniquely chic.





















Colorful Whimsy. Like every kid, I was obsessed with color, so much so that my first AOL screename was babybluekid298. The reason kids love color is simple: it sparks joy and improves mood. Into my adulthood, I never left this obsession behind. I painted each room in my old apartment a completely different color. My wardrobe bursts with bold pieces: bright orange flared jeans, a pink-orange-yellow sweater, purple trousers, and my red vintage handbag. My home is filled with Jonathan Adler, who I half-jokingly refer to as one of my dads. He writes that color combinations can “raise the reaction in levels in your brain, creating euphoria.” Jonathan Adler, My Prescription for Anti-Depressive Living (pg. 36). For me, that’s true across the color spectrum. Color is my antidepressant of choice, and my prescription is particularly bold, bright and unapologetic.











Anime, Nerd Chic. Part of me will always be a comic and anime nerd. I would rush home from elementary school to catch Yu-Gi-Oh on television. My other favorites included: Dragonball-Z, X-Men, Static Shock, Pokémon, Teen Titans, TEKKEN, and Naruto. Today, Dragonball-Z and Sonic posters hang in my bathroom, Goku dangles from my keychain and comes with me everywhere I go, and one of my favorite t-shirts shows Darth Vader lifting up baby Kylo Ren on Pride Rock. These worlds shaped me because, while the characters often had supernaturals powers, the true power was always within them. Style reminds me of the same thing every day: the true magic is already inside and it’s up to me to unlock it.





The Chic Cowboy’s aesthetic is where heritage meets imagination —a living tapestry woven from the west, the natural, the regal, the refined, the playful, and the powerful. It radiates, elevates and amplifies.
