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Celebrating Tweed Day the Only Way We Know How: Handsomeness

Tweed Day

Breaking news: today is, apparently, Tweed Day.

Now, we’ve taken a pretty hard-line stance against bullshit holidays in the past. We even spent the requisite paperwork and fees to name a “No Bullshit Holidays Day” (get excited for May 10, gentlemen).

But we’ve also been known to bend the rules every so often, because... tequila. And today, we’re revising our stance once more to include the glorious celebration of a fabric that we rely on so dearly during the fall and winter months but won’t see much of for the next six or so. Like most of these holidays, the founding is dubious at best—but ultimately, it feels like a good enough reason to give the rugged wools a proper farewell until we meet again.

So, we present to you: a photographic ode to the handsomeness of tweed.»

The 10 Style Lessons from 30 Rock

The final episode of 30 Rock airs tonight. Forever optimists, we’ve decided to focus not on our sadness, but on opportunities for growth. So we mined the past seven seasons for the most important sartorial lessons the show has offered.

While Jack Donaghy undoubtedly stands head and shoulders above the rest of the show’s unkempt misfits and trucker hats, there are still plenty of examples of what to do and what not to do. And here they are:

The 10 style lessons to be learned from 30 Rock

Jack Donaghy’s Greatest Lines and an Epic Game of Tag

Forever Young: The Wall Street Journal tells the story of a group of men who’ve been playing a trans-continental game of tag for the past 23 years—and counting.

Good God, Lemon: To ease the pain of losing 30 Rock tonight, Vulture has blessed us with The Jack Donaghy Insult Generator.

True Spies: France’s most prolific spy novelist often gets too close to the truth—he’s even predicted a few mind-blowing international fiascos before intelligence agencies could.

Vested Interest: A handsome roundup of vests for every tax bracket, courtesy of the gents at Well Spent.

Elena Baguci Is Game

It’s Whiskey Season: Valet celebrates American rye whiskey—in turn, you should celebrate by drinking it. [Valet]

Red Zone: Esquire plays dress-up with the red carpet’s best dressed—from Hamm to Baldwin. [Esquire]

Not All Flash: Engadget get its hands on the most menswear camera on the scene right now: the Leica X2 Paul Smith Edition. [Engadget]

Ill Willard: SNL couldn’t wait till Saturday to satirize Mitt Romney. [LA Times]

The Icon: Alec Baldwin

It’s easy to forget what a slick bastard Alec Baldwin was in his prime.

It’s not that he’s fallen off; just the opposite. He’s aged so gracefully, it’s hard to remember he wasn’t always the jolly playboy uncle he is now. But over the years, he’s passed through a wide range of styles, from “young hunk” to “slicked-back corporate raider” to “mountain man,” and he’s never seemed like anyone other than himself.

So we thought we’d take a minute to celebrate the evolution of Mr. Baldwin, in five easy pieces...

The style of Alec Baldwin in five pictures»

Rock of Ages: Big Hair on the Big Screen

1980s metal, without a doubt the most absurd era of grooming in music, hits the big screen this June in Rock of Ages, and we like what we see: really good actors with really bad hair, including Tom Cruise, Russell Brand, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Mary J. Blige and Alec Baldwin—who, in the trailer released along with Sherlock Holmes 2, declares, “This place is about to become a sea of sweat, ear-shattering music and puke.” Ah, 1987.

Simply put: the dudes looked like ladies, thanks to Technicolor spandex, eyeliner, cocaine and a shitload of Aqua Net Purple, glam-rock’s preferred brand of hair spray. In fact, it’s rumored that members of Poison would exhaust one or two bottles each, every show. Thus the whole ozone layer conundrum.

Any way you want it, that’s the way you need it. Watch the trailer after the jump... »

Where Have All the Hairy Leading Men Gone?

Sean Connery in Zardoz

Leading men used to look like, well, leading men: moderate amounts of body hair in appropriate areas and, when the part called for it, moderate amounts of hair elsewhere as well.

Now it seems studio executives only cast protagonists with Bieber-esque hormones (and/or Joan Rivers-esque grooming assistants).

We, like The Hoff, are disturbed by the trend which, regrettably, now appears to be the norm. “Guys used to come to the [Baywatch] set all the time with no chest hair,” Hasselhoff said in a recent interview. “They just looked like drowned rats to me.”

Photos of Baldwin, Selleck and the bygone days of body hair»