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The October Issues

  • Najib Benouar

It’s October (yes, already) and that means one thing: a new crop of magazines has hit the shelves. September was the big rallying point for the fall menswear transition, so now it’s less about how fall looks and more about how fall feels: there’s tweed, the upcoming elections and awards season jockeying (coincidentally, each cover featured an A-list actor). So, let’s get into it.

Digging through the October issues, one perfumed page at a time.

GQ (218 pages):

First 14 pages feature the GQ x Gap Best New Menswear Designers capsule collection (we dissected here).

GQ endorses the topcoat for fall—we’ll agree with that endorsement on everything but wearing it over a hoodie and camo pants.

GQ then proceeds to endorse the return of the tighty-whitey underwear. No comment.

Now here’s an excellent breakdown of plaid sport coats.

Mr. One Trip Pass visits Scribe Winery in Sonoma. Thirst for ample tannins ensues.

Amongst some of the best advice we’ve seen from Glenn O’Brien in a while comes this boater-hat-centric curveball: “I’ve recently become obsessed with Harold Lloyd and his silent films...” The Style Guy manages aplomb.

Opening the “15 things in pop culture that matter this month” is Homeland. We’re going out on a limb and saying it: this show is the new Friday Night Lights.

Stephen Colbert writes his own book review, requests the font “Weepy Garamond” be used. Take a bow, sir.

We’ll say it again: the oral history of Cheers, great read.

The first step in GQ’s 50-step fall style playbook seems to require a double-breasted suit and a swagger that King Kong ain’t got shit on. We’re working on it, guys.

Insisting on making the sneaker thing happen, we’re subjected to an editorial featuring at least three dozen rubber-soled shoes, including a lot of weird high-tops.

Four pages of politics. (If you’re going to watch the debates, just know what you’re getting yourself into.)

Ooh, a Halloween story. Oh, no. No, we were gravely mistaken. This is a story of a one-eyed matador trying to return to the ring after being maimed by a bull. (But still, a great costume idea.)

Esquire (172 pages):

Clint Eastwood on the cover... sitting on a chair. Poignant (and most likely photographed well before the empty chair incident).

Joan Holloway is schilling Johnnie Walker Black Label... we’ll take two.

Gentlemen, Miss Natalie Martinez.

Breaking news on skinny jeans: the data is still inconclusive on whether they inhibit virility. Don’t think that’s a green light.

Esquire’s car of the year is a Cadillac. (Checking issue spine to see if we’re not reading Esquire 1979.) It’s actually sportier than we’d expected.

The Clint Eastwood profile spends the first paragraph discussing his “asslessness.” We miss the old Clint.

Now, gentlemen, Miss Morena Baccarin. (Esky wins the eye-candy medal this month.)

Wait, more politics. Romneycare. Obamanomics. (We’re just making things up at this point.)

And then, out of thin air, appeared magician sidekick Penn of Penn & Teller. (Actually, there’s never been a duo that seemed more like both people were sidekicks.) Word to the wise: don’t bite Penn’s steez, he will put a court-warranted injunction on your ass.

Bonus round: bundled with this month’s Esquire was a small magazinelet on “working style.” There are a lot of handsome briefcases and pie charts and one especially interesting guideline: only wear a DB suit if you expect to be standing and “presenting important information to important people”—not if your job requires sitting at a desk all day.

Details (142 pages):

This month’s Ben Affleck cover photo looks eerily similar to last month’s Jake Gyllenhaal. Maybe it’s the brooding beards, or the exact same head tilt. Exact.

Watch-the-throne moment of the month: Details makes a “shades of grey” allusion when talking about suits—so did Esquire.

Lizzy Caplan is becoming a bona fide star—not just that chick from Party Down.

Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov distances himself from Putin and any rap battles against Jay-Z. Seems like a smart guy.

Billy Reid, the laid-back Southern superstar designer, shares some sage advice like: always test-drive an outfit.

Ben Affleck gets his Details close-up for the fourth time. It’s been a wild 10 years.

The “Enduring Appeal of the Waxed Jacket” piece seems to be making the case for the trendiness of something un-trendy. (In other words, there’s no need to replace your Barbour.)