The Kempt Five
- Jason Wire
Every Wednesday we’re giving you a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick. We call it: The Kempt Five.
Jack Spade Messenger Bag. “I remember way back reading a thing in GQ about this new company called Jack Spade that made messenger bags for men. The writer said something to the effect of ‘yeah, this bag is expensive, but 10 years from now it will still hold up and look great.’ I bought one, almost on impulse after reading that. Fifteen years of hard, daily use later and it’s still holding strong.” —A.P.B.
Underneath the Rainbow by the Black Lips. “The newest album by this Atlanta-based four-piece solidifies their place as one of the rawest, most raucous rock bands out there today. Southern-inflected garage punk infused with a never-gonna-grow-up spirit. Its starts with the bouncing, Monkees-like ‘Drive-by Buddy,’ ends with the driving teenage anthem ‘Dog Years,’ and in between features the dirty, dangerous ‘Boys in the Wood,’ which (sorry, Handsome Family) would’ve made a better theme song for True Detective.” —A.P.B.
American Giant Hooded Sweatshirt. “Awhile back I came across a few articles proclaiming the discovery of the greatest sweatshirt ever made. I was skeptical. But I was also in need of a new sweatshirt, so I decided to see what all the hype was about. The verdict: this is probably the most well-constructed piece of casual sportswear ever made. It feels tough enough to be standard issue in the military, but form-fitting enough that you’d think it was engineered by a former Apple industrial designer (it was). Probably the best thing about it is the hood, as it forms a perfect dome over your face while not falling over your eyes or drooping around your head. I haven’t tried every sweatshirt on earth, but I can’t imagine one being much better.” —J.W.
T.J. Maxx. “After doing some much-needed purging of my dresser drawers, I’ve been reminded of the cheap thrills of big-box stores and mass production. Need a bunch of socks, T-shirts or mesh shorts to sweat in? There’s this place called T.J. Maxx. They have those things for like $5 a pop. Plus a bunch of ridiculously cheap candles and soaps and other stuff you’re never really looking for but suddenly need when they’re just sitting there for almost nothing. I’m not saying we should all reject our programming and walk hand-in-hand into the menswearocalypse, but I do think there’s something to be said for the sartorial equivalent of a bodega.” —J.W.
Random Acts of Goddamned Kindness. “This morning I saw the most terrifying human actually helping an old lady cross 23rd Street. And you know what? It warmed my heart in a way that a BuzzFeed Animals Editor will never be able to, no matter how scientific his theory of kitten adorableness.” —S.P.