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.
The Poster for the New Wes Anderson Movie. “And thus begins our six months of breathless coverage of The Grand Budapest Hotel... (But seriously, it’s nice to see Wes making a film about adult humans again.)” —P.L.U.
Pearl Jam, No Code. “It’s said there are no casual Pearl Jam fans; either you still eagerly anticipate their every release and tour, or you stopped listening around the time of Vitalogy. I guess I’m the exception. After reading Stephen Hyden’s hilarious/spot-on piece in Grantland, I gave No Code a listen for the first time in probably a decade. And guess what? It holds up, start to finish, almost like a greatest hits album of songs that weren’t hits. Definitely worth a listen if it’s been a while for you. A reminder that you’re still a fan, even if you’re casual about it.” —P.L.U.
Fall Golf. “It just feels right... the crisp air in your lungs, the rolling fairways lined with vibrant foliage, the good excuse to wear saddle shoes and a cable-knit sweater—who knows, maybe even a waxed gillet... And the time is now. But first, don’t forget to brush up on our gentleman’s guide to golf and double-check your fall golf checklist.” —N.B
Lined Moccasins. “Happens every year around this time, when suddenly your feet are in need of some extra shelter on the morning pilgrimage out of bed. There are plenty of more formal options out there, but I find the lined moccasin (aka “lodge mocs”) to be a solid bet—especially because they wouldn’t look too out of place if you got caught grabbing the paper in them. I have an older version of these hand-sewn crepe-soled ones from L.L.Bean, which probably warrant a replacement soon. Luckily, most North-Eastern-leaning shoemakers worth their salt make a lodge moc worth investigating.” —N.B.
Banksy’s New York Residency. “This week’s news in the world of the graffiti mastermind: just when you thought he couldn’t get any cooler, on Sunday, Banksy hired an old man to sit at a stall with something like a million bucks’ worth of his own art and sell it for $60 a canvas. And after a whole day, only three people had bought anything, with one of them haggling down the cost by 50%. (Classic.) Which, if you think about it, is a big ‘Screw you!’ to the art establishment. I’m just pumped to see what this guy does next.” —S.P.
- Najib Benouar