The Kempt Five
Every Wednesday from here on out, we’re giving you a piece of our minds. Actually, more like five pieces. It’s a chance to get a deeper look into what makes our editors and writers tick—beyond the Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. Whether it’s a mind-bending gallery show, a novel we’ve been reading, an album drop or even just a damn fine pair of pants we’ve been wearing the hell out of, we think you ought to know about it. Welcome to our newest, and most personal, weekly feature: The Kempt Five.
Without further ado: here’s what’s on our minds this week.
The Seven-Minute Workout Timer:“For the first time ever, I’ve found myself genuinely interested in trying the latest fitness craze—mostly because it’s scientifically guaranteed to require only seven minutes of duress (and beach season is looming). My only excuse for not actually trying it yet was the seemingly complex logistics of timing and keeping track of what to do when. Luckily, some kind soul has just designed a slick and simple Flash site to solve that issue… Well, we’ll see how lucky I feel seven minutes from now.” —N.B.
Glass Swimsuits:“A new line of beach-ready gear made in NYC. Our brothers-in-arms at UrbanDaddy tipped us off to them this week. Crisply tailored, wittily patterned—we like the ones with beluga caviar critters on the trunks.” —P.L.U.
Speaking of the Beach:“$3 Narragansett tallboys at Rippers at Rockaway Beach. Pretty much the best deal you’ll see all summer long—and a great way to support an area still recovering from Hurricane Sandy. (They’re also offering an even better deal: bring in some sea-based decor for their shop, and they’ll give you a free beer.)” —P.L.U.
Jack White, Musical Humanitarian:“Right now I’m swooning for Jack White, the musical humanitarian. It was announced last month that Rock City’s iconic Cathedral Theater at the Masonic Temple was going into foreclosure due to back taxes. Things were looking grim for the historic rock mecca, until yesterday, when White, a Detroit native who grew up working as an usher in the theater, made an anonymous (now public) donation to save the empire. Hat tip to you, sir. It would have been a tragic loss.” —C.G.
The Trailer for The Kings of Summer:“I have a confession to make: I watch movie trailers more often than I do the actual films that they’re meant to advertise. And how am I supposed to not? Trailers are literally anywhere you look on the Internet, for free, and are effectively three-minute, easily digestible highlight reels. I can watch 10 in a sitting, and having wasted barely 30 minutes, extrapolate the plots of every film at the box office for the next month. It’s awesome. Every so often, though, the trailers actually get me excited to see the movie; such was the case with The Kings of Summer. It seems like Garden State minus the pretense, plus the atmosphere of Stand by Me and the snark of early Judd Apatow. Oh, and Nick Offerman. What more could you ask for?” —S.P.
— Kempt Staff