Kempt Man of the Hour: Moby
*Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.*
We've never been huge fans of Moby's music, but we have to admit we like his style. For a little bald guy with glasses he does himself pretty well. Sartorially he may not be much to write home about, but he manages to exude the right kind of insouciant electro-rock star cool in a way that's essentially inimitable: just you try walking around like this and see how far you get if you don't believe us.
On occasion of course Moby can be kind of a dick—when dishing about having bedded Natalie Portman, for instance—but, like picking up an electric guitar, even that we think must have been carefully calculated to counterbalance the geekier aspects of his persona.
In any case, Herman Melville's great-great-great-grandnephew, who released his newest album *Last Night* in March, is pictured here at Webster Hall guesting with Dave Navarro's Camp Freddy at a Tommy Hilfiger event the other night. We have no idea who made his clothes and for once we really don't care.
- Jared Paul Stern