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Wearing Your Sunday Best

  • Najib Benouar

You’ve got less than two days to get ready for some football.

And more essential than any secret dip recipe or fantasy team voodoo, you’re going to need a trusty pair of sweatpants for your long Sundays to come—not to be confused with the Sundays at the bar (seriously, don’t wear these to a bar, to work or to anything other than an absolute emergency High Life restock). So we rounded up the finest specimens of jersey-cotton leg blankets on the market today, for your football enjoyment, depending on your sartorial leanings—from the Anglophile to the couch-styled.

Herewith, the five best sweatpants you need for game day.»

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Writers Will Be Writers: The sad, strange revenge of the television writer. [Wall Street Journal]

Giving Dap: Jesse Thorn sings the praises of Kent Wang. We always knew he was a Dap King at heart. [Put This On]

This is How We Feel Right Now: Hungover owls express what we are too hungover to put into words. [World’s Best Ever]

Grave Dancing: Cintra Wilson explains how it all went wrong for Dov Charney. We blame the mustache. [The Cut]

Surfers Have the Best Fans


Surfin’ U.S.A.: The Times stops by California’s surfing U.S. Open to detail the latest in navel-oriented fashion. [The Moment]

The Dictionary of Denim: Valet runs down all the crucial denim terms, in case you’ve ever wondered what “sanforizing” is. [Valet]

Up Top: A gentleman’s guide to folding a newspaper pressman’s cap out of your Sunday paper. Now if you could just find a Sunday paper. [Cape Cod Today]

Spandex Ain’t Free: American Apparel may be having liquidity problems, also known as “running out of money.” [Wall Street Journal]



Now that we’re caught in the puzzling medium between deep winter and t-shirt weather, we’re breaking out one of our favorite spring items: the heather gray sweatshirt.

A good one will be every bit as warm as your fall sweater, but it comes off a whole lot more summery thanks to memories of outdoor gym classes and Sunday leaf raking. Throw a collared shirt under it—you’re a long way from gym class, after all—and you should be all set.

Now, to consider your options»

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Fabric scraps are responsible for a lot of things—most notoriously, American Apparel’s recent enthusiasm for the scrunchy—but a wearable jacket is a somewhat taller order.

That hasn’t stopped Looptworks (hat tip to Josh Spear) from trying, though. The jacket on the left is stitched together entirely from discarded fabric, and it might be the height of the discarded fabric-style so far. We’re not ready to jump on board just yet—we’re concerned about durability, for one—but if they can save a few thousand yards of cloth from the scrap heap, it might be worthwhile. Anything would be better than scrunchies…

Laying Down the Law


Give Me Your Answer, Do: Daisy Lowe prefers casual swimwear. [Fashion Copious via Refinery29]

Courtside: The American Apparel/Woody Allen kerfuffle is settled, with Dov Charney on the hook for $5 million. Something tells us the judge was an Annie Hall fan. [Reuters]

World Champions: According to the Toronto Star, Indianapolis is the winningest city in the world, shortly followed by Boston and Vancouver. Mostly, we just feel bad that L.A. was edged out by Anaheim. [Toronto Star]

Silver Rocket: A ’57 Ferrari pulls in $12 Million dollars at auction. Judging by the pics, we’re willing to say she’s worth it. [Jalopnik]

A Malaise of the Sole


Foot Note: Sometimes not even fondling Diane Kruger’s feet can cheer up Quentin Tarantino. [NYTimes]

Down with the Ship: American Apparel’s increasingly bizarre lawsuit succeeds in the difficult task making Woody Allen look less crazy. [Racked]

Thank God For Abu Dhabi: Yes Virginia, there’s still a market for glitzed-out helicopters. Unsurprisingly, it’s in the middle east. [Luxist]

Head On: Apparently Kiefer Sutherland headbutted a fashion designer at the MET Ball. We assume national security was at stake. [Guest of a Guest]