There are plenty of robots around these days but—if this guy is any judge—they don’t quite have the musical gist.
Which is why we’re partial to this Tengu Black. Sure, you don’t need a tiny USB device mouthing the words to whatever songs you’re playing—or, if you’re tech-savvy enough, your voicemail messages—but it’s a good sort of thing to have around.
As of this week, you can pick one up in sleek black instead of Apple-ready monolith white, which makes us even more intrigued, but it doesn’t quite answer the question…who buys these things?
The phrase “style icon” gets thrown around quite a bit, but it’s important to make sure you really mean it. Otherwise you run the risk of leaving the house dressed like this.
So we were a little troubled to see Lenny Kravitz getting the style icon treatment from AskMen. We’re sure he’d make a great male model and we admire his mother’s stage work, but can’t we all agree that this is no way for a grown man to dress? Like the flying V guitar, Lenny’s look is way too flashy to be trusted. Even when he isn’t sporting something as embarrassing as this, he exudes a level of lounge-lizard sleaze that should be enough to scare off any self-respecting gentleman of style. It’s gear like this that gives L. A. a bad name.
We’re used to seeing this sort of thing on runways, but when it goes retail, we feel compelled to sound the alarm bells before some fashion-forward lady friend of ours makes an impulse buy and finds herself looking at the world through her own personal beaded curtain.
In all sincerity: If you wear this, you will trip and hurt yourself.
Trim sweaters have been in style for a bit too long, so it’s no surprise that the floppy backlash is beginning.
It’s starting in Italy (as evidenced by this genuinely puzzling Dolce & Gabbana knit) but, according to the latest International Herald Tribune, we can count on it reaching the states in one version or another by this time next year. Hopefully by then it will have shed some of that golden fleece…but even that won’t be enough to change our minds.
Clint Eastwood’s amazing for a lot of reasons (a more long-winded explanation of his greatness is available here), but his singing voice was never part of the package. And 78 is probably not a good age to start up.
For his upcoming film Gran Torino, he’s putting his tortured pipes on full display over the closing credits. The result could most flatteringly be described as “whispery,” but Vulture’s description—“Tom Waits with a punctured lung”—is probably also valid.
We love obscure hats more than most, but we draw the line at the fez. Making it taller and giving it a brim won’t change anything.
This one comes from the multi-culturally named Giuliano Fujiwara. Their summer line has some very solid shades, but somehow their flagship headpiece ended up looking like a collaboration between the shriners, the cossacks and the snowboarder crowd. In other words, a bad idea.