Like millions of other men in their thirties, I grew up under the edifying, soul-saving influence of my parents’ Beatles records, records which have not just “stuck with me” but deepened in impact with each passing year. And I’ve also, along the way, been suckered more than once into playing the pointless “who’s your favorite Beatle?” game. In my twenties I’d take the contrarian route, siding with George (whose solo opus All Things Must Pass I’d just discovered) or—gasp!—Ringo, whose mindblowingly creative approach to playing the drums, not to mention his ahead-of-the-curve style sense, remain, in my view, criminally unheralded. But at the end of the day, if I have to, I do a decidedly un-Beatle-esque thing and side with the majority—and with John Lennon, the thirtieth anniversary of whose death I join those aforementioned millions in mourning today. There’s nothing to be said about John that hasn’t already been, to the point of maddening cliché, so today I’ll shut up, spin a few of my perennial favorites (“In My Life,” “Rain,” “I’m Only Sleeping,” “Well Well Well”), and meditate on one of the man’s more overlooked qualities: his groundbreakingly original personal style, a few prime examples of which we’ve selected here.