The Kempt Five
- Caitlin Ganswindt
- Najib Benouar
Every Wednesday we’re giving you a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick. We call it: The Kempt Five.
De La Soul’s Dilla Plugged In. “The first track off their upcoming mixtape dropped yesterday and it’s exactly what was fantastic about ’90s hip-hop: just smooth lyrical flow against a steady beat that’s not overly produced. With the current atmosphere of music creation favoring overly saturated synth and various electro supplements, Dilla’s production on the soon-to-come full album feels like a bold step in the right direction—back to the golden era of hip-hop culture, where chops were measured by what you could throw against any beat, not who had the biggest bankroll.” —C.G.
M Magazine’s Profile of Euan Rellie. “The dashing investment banker/man about town holds forth on aging, style, fatherhood, money, food, his wife’s ‘fluffy boobs’ and more. Just a fascinating read from start to finish. Someone make a movie about this man. (Paolo Sorrentino, perhaps?)” —P.L.U.
Seth Meyers’s Late Night Chairs. “There’s a lot to like about the Fallon-Meyers takeover on NBC, but here’s a subtle one that’s worth noting: instead of the typical giant-couch situation for talk show guests, Seth went with a streamlined pair of mid-century armchairs designed by Eero Saarinen (he of St. Louis Gateway Arch and TWA terminal at JFK design fame). They are excellent chairs—I’ve got the more arch-esque side chair version—and still being made by Knoll, if you’re in the market for one.” —N.B.
Patrick Stewart’s ads for WNYC. “The fundraiser’s over, but for the first time, a public radio station’s fundraising campaign was bearable to listen to, thanks to Sir Patrick’s hilarious spots for New York’s station. Well worth a listen when you’re in need of a chuckle.” —P.L.U.
A 100% Boar’s Hair Beard Brush. “Admittedly, I’m not the most hirsute fellow, so when I decided to cultivate some facial scruff for the winter, I just kind of let it grow—like a patchy meadow of wild follicles springing up in the abandoned lot that was my cheeks. Luckily, there’s something about using another animal’s fur upon your own that actually works to get all of those unruly tufts into an orderly direction and shape that, on a good day, a kind soul would call ‘a beard.’ And for that, there’s a boar out there whose hoof I’d like to shake.” —N.B.