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 the minds behind Kempt tick—you know, beyond the usual Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. So 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 Displays at Carson Street Clothiers on Instagram: “As good as anything you’ll see on Instagram. Those mannequins are in the running for best dressed men in NYC (especially now that all the fashion editors are in Italy).” —P.L.U.
World Cup Fever: “Getting the early symptoms of World Cup fever, thanks to last night's USA-Honduras qualifier. Twelve months till the most exciting tournament in sports takes place in Brazil, folks.” —P.L.U. Krebs Recycle: “A Seattle outfit making cool dog leashes from recycled climbing rope, which gives them this bright multicolor weave reminiscent of a pair of Nike Flyknits. (Or a giant friendship bracelet.) They’re tough as hell and easier to grip thanks to their rounded climbing-rope-ness. Both good things when I’m out with my sighthound and something chase-worthy has caught his eye.” —N.B.
J.Crew Lightweight Chambray Shirting: “On Monday evening, just as I arrived at Penn Station on my commute home, a train derailed in a tunnel right outside the terminal. Thankfully, everyone was safe, but the incident left the LIRR a complete mess, with a whole bunch of trains canceled and the rest delayed for hours. To keep a long story short, I ended up crashing for the night on my brother’s couch, with only the clothes on my back to last me Tuesday at the office as well. Luckily, I was wearing a lightweight chambray shirt from J.Crew, not exactly but not unlike the one pictured. I washed it in the sink at midnight on Monday night, then hung it up on a hanger in the tub, and it was fresh and dry by the time my alarm went off at 7am.” —S.P.
This Is the End: “I’d sit through two hours of just about anything to watch Michael Cera play a coked-out version of himself, slap Rihanna’s ass, then get skewered by a streetlamp. Oh, spoiler alert, Michael Cera gets skewered by a streetlamp. And the rest of the movie was pretty hilarious, too, actually.” —S.P.
- Najib Benouar