The Kempt Five
Every Wednesday, we’re giving you a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick. We call it: The Kempt Five.
Oktoberfest. “Duh. You get a glass stein, there’s a cornucopia of tents to fill said stein, no metric on ‘too drunk for the daytime,’ all enjoyed alongside like-minded folk, who may or may not be wearing lederhosen.” —C.G.
It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers. “The second it hits October, I really like to get the fall vibes brewing—so to get myself in the right mind-set, I make sure to revisit this gem from McSweeney’s. Sure, it’s a few years old and probably something you’ve seen a few times by now, but in the same way the deeply patriotic like to reread the Gettysburg Address every Memorial Day, this is worth a yearly revival. And to really drive home the feeling that this is speaking to me and only me while I gaze into the sky, arms outreached, swirling in a perfect autumnal storm of vibrantly turning leaves, roasting pumpkin seeds and thick flannel, McSweeney’s has just unveiled a mug emblazoned with its declarative statement from which to sip my spiced cider. ‘It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.’” —N.B.
Rome, A Cultural, Visual, and Personal History by Robert Hughes. “After a recent trip to Italy, I picked up this book from Time’s longtime (and now deceased) art critic. It was exactly what I wanted: an opinionated, funny, comprehensive tour of the Eternal City and all its artistic (and historic) triumphs. The experience was a bit like having the best, most hilarious tour guide take you around the city and tell you everything about everything. The book also told me what I really knew all along: I have to go back. (NOTE: Yes, the book was controversial for its inaccuracies when first published; I’ve no idea if they’ve updated it for the Kindle version, and to be honest, I don’t care that much—the issues seem like the kind of tiny details that could only keep a historian up at night.)”—P.L.U.
An Encore for Summer Clothing. “It’s 85 fucking degrees in NYC right now. Dig out your Nantucket reds, your suede bucks, your madras shirts, your straw hats… summer is back. For a day or two, anyway.” —P.L.U.
Advil Cold & Sinus. “Because it’s strong as all hell and single-handedly keeping me functional right now.” —S.P.
— Najib Benouar
— Caitlin Ganswindt
— Stephen Praetorius
— Paul L. Underwood