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As the old saying goes, the NBA season doesn’t really start until the playoffs.
And with the field of 16 tipping off the first of many seven-game series tomorrow—that’s a potential for 105 games in the next few weeks—it really does feel like an entirely new season. And in case you’re just tuning in now, for the first ever NBA postseason without any Lakers, Knicks or Celtics suiting up, we’ve put together this quick guide on each conference:
Whether it’s Russell Westbrook in bright paisley at a press conference or Dwyane Wade collaborating with yet another menswear brand, our attention has been mostly off-court lately when it comes to basketball style. (Then again, in-action they’re all dressed eerily similarly.)
But although the pros all have to wear matching tech-y uniforms when they step on the court, there’s no reason that your on-court accoutrements can’t have a little extra stylishness. So we rounded up some of the most dapper sports gear on the market to elevate your pickup-hoops-related handsomeness to the next level.
Tomorrow the NBA tips off regular season action.
And that means NBA style is back in action, too—and if the past few seasons are any indication, the league is experiencing a bona fide sartorial renaissance off-court. Which raises the question: how do today’s guys stack up to the originals? So, to see who would make the cut of the most stylish ballers of all time, we narrowed down each position to bring you:
Your days of organized sports are most likely behind you. (Save for an office softball league walk-on or two.)
But that doesn’t mean you can’t relive the glory with a few hours of roundball, pigskin or doubles squash every so often. And with ballparks, courts and fields everywhere alive with the spirit of summer, there’s no better time than now to get out there and mix it up a little this weekend.
It’s good to be king.
LeBron James picked up his fourth NBA MVP trophy over the weekend, wearing a suit as equally spectacular as his feat: a well-cut navy kit featuring a Cucinelli-esque 1.5-breasted jacket with peak lapels (and an unfussy usage of pocket square to boot).
It’s advanced coursework in NBA suiting and shows a marked maturity over the louder, more adventurous stuff we’re seeing at postgame press conferences from the youngsters these days. But James’s style maturation didn’t happen overnight. Looking at the past five years of LeBron’s MVP-dom (stretching back to his stay golden years in Cleveland), the guy has come a long way.
Basketball legend Michael Jordan has made some questionable decisions since the days we trusted him on the court. So when we saw he had released the “Sport” version of his original eau de toilette, Flight, earlier this year, we were skeptical.
According to Perfumania, Flight Sport boasts notes of mandarin oil, geranium, patchouli, white lavender, vanilla and skin musk. We’re not convinced. So we had a few of Kempt’s most sophisticated noses take a spritz and evaluate. Here’s what they had to say:»
And now, the thrilling conclusion to our March Madness bracket. (Which began here with the Sweet 16.)
(1) John Wooden’s Glasses vs. (3) Roy Williams’s Carolina Blue: It’s come down to this. Pete Carril, our Ivy League Cinderella, had an epic Final Four–achieving run, but his professorial dishevelment ultimately came up short against John Wooden’s prolific eyewear. Bob Knight’s red sweaters were running on fumes after the dogfight against Carnesecca’s Cosby sweaters in the Elite Eight, so Roy Williams’s pinstripes basically cruised into the finals. And now only one thing stands between our two title contenders: which one can cut down the net most stylishly. [Cue the confetti and streamers.]
It’s a big day for basketball, with March Madness finally kicking off this morning.
And it’s been a big week for basketball here on Kempt, with our own bracket pitting icons of the sidelines against one another in our quest to name the most stylish NCAA basketball coach ever. You can catch up on the first-round action here, the second-round action here and yesterday’s Final Four here. But you’ll have to tune in tomorrow for the grand finale…
We’ve been counting down to tomorrow’s official start of the Big Dance with our own March Madness bracket, wherein we’ve pitted the most iconic college basketball coaches against one another—in terms of their signature style items—in an attempt to finally nail down who’s the most stylish of them all.
And here we are. The Final Four.
This is when champions show their true grit. If you’re planning on watching any of the action this weekend, you’re going to hear one word thrown around a lot: résumé. It’s become the catch-all term for reviewing a team’s performance over the season, and it seems like the right term to use when reviewing the overall style career of these coaches. So now that we’ve made it to the semifinals, we’re going to scrutinize each coach’s personal style résumé even further.
Welcome back to Kempt’s March Madness bracket, wherein we pit the most iconic college basketball coaches against one another in an attempt to finally nail down who’s the most stylish of them all.
Yesterday we kicked things off with the Sweet 16 of all-time style greats. In case you missed it, we encourage you to read up on the matchups, but we’ll quickly remind you that this is a tournament of iconography—sure, there are plenty of coaches out there who know their way around a tailored suit, but this rarefied bunch has gone beyond that with a courtside style so legendary, you can name the exact items they’re famous for wearing.
Introducing Kempt’s March Madness bracket, wherein we pit the most iconic college basketball coaches against one another in an attempt to finally nail down who’s the most stylish of them all.
As you’d expect, it takes more than just sporting a pocket square or one nice blazer every so often to be named one of the most stylish college coaches of all time—everyone looks at least halfway decent in a suit and tie.
We were looking for coaches with a distinct through-line of personal style—and since most of these guys spent decades and multiple trend cycles on the sidelines, it usually came down to one iconic item they’d never given up. John Wooden’s thick-rimmed glasses, Bob Knight’s red sweaters or even Jerry Tarkanian’s “chew towel”—that sort of thing. Even if the pattern or cut of their sport jacket changed, that item didn’t. Which meant a guy like Jim Boeheim just missed the cut, because you might not even recognize his surgeon-cuffed look of today as the same guy who wore this in the 1970s. (Also just missing the cut: Gary Williams and his signature sweatiness.)
But there were plenty to choose from, and we just managed to cut the field down to the Sweet 16—which is where we’ll begin today, and continue to narrow down as the week progresses.
As NCAA basketball finishes up conference play and begins barreling toward March Madness, we’ve been noticing a few less suits and a few more polo shirts barking from the sidelines this season. And even a few coaches going for the tie-less suit look. And it’s got us longing for the era of dapper sidelines.
The one John Wooden coached in.
Coach Wooden is not only iconic because of his storied tenure at UCLA, his championship streaks, his best-selling pyramid of success aphorisms—he was also, quite literally, an icon for the well-dressed man of a bygone era: always in a gray or navy suit, a tie and thick-rimmed glasses (with the occasional net draped around his shoulders or his arms sternly crossed). It was the same no-nonsense approach that he took to every task. Sure, maybe the tie widths veered a bit Anchorman-ish in the ’70s, but he still kept that uniform intact. Until he gained a penchant for bolo ties in his later life—a move we might borrow for our octogenarian days.
It will be November by week’s end and that means one thing: a new crop of menswear magazines has just hit the shelves. And this month brings healthy doses of tweed, marled sweaters and general autumnal-ness. Not to mention some long-form pontification on the upcoming elections (from which we’ll spare you) and Mila Kunis in some very formfitting leather pants.
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.
Losses seemed to sting a bit harder this weekend, particularly for the city of Boston, where the beloved Celtics dropped games 6 and 7 of the Eastern Conference Finals to the Heat, and the even-more-beloved Red Sox were swept by an expansion team. Manny suffered a split-decision defeat by Timothy Bradley, and Robert Kennedy Jr. admitted that late ex-wife Mary Kennedy physically abused him before, during and after their marriage—and fatally ran over the family dog.
If winning were easy, gentlemen, everyone would do it…
Sunday’s annular eclipse through binoculars in Sacramento, CA.
(Turn around), every now and then the moon passes in front of the sun, leaving only a golden ring around its edges. Such was the case across China, Japan and the West Coast of the United States on Sunday, where the annular eclipse was most visible. Elsewhere, as expected, the eclipse was incredibly anticlimactic and simply led to some late-afternoon impromptu sneezing.
The May issues are in and we’ve got a mixed bag on our hands.
May can be a tricky style month to predict. It puts us in the late-spring-but-it-might-already-feel-like-summer zone of weather, so it’s hard to know whether we’re going to want to see umbrellas or madrases. (GQ hedged with umbrellas). It’s safe to assume most of this stuff went to print while April showers were still raging (and Derrick Rose was still playoffs-bound), meaning everyone’s predictions were a little off. So, in the name of menswear journalism, we trod through the mid-weight blazers, the white canvas shoes (well in advance of Memorial Day), a few instances of déjà vu and an unsettlingly low amount of eye candy to bring you…
Athletes have always had a long and proud tradition of sartorial experimentation. More often than not, these things end comically, embarrassingly or, in the case of New York Knick Tyson Chandler: downright confoundingly.
First, let us applaud his fearlessness. And his dedication to the artistic spirit of the soiree here—the Free Arts NYC 2012 Annual Art Auction. Now, let’s get into what’s got us scratching our heads and gasping, “Good God, what is this?” Where to begin… The drop-crotch pants. That scarf he must’ve borrowed from a high school drama teacher. The cape. (Yes, he’s wearing a cape.) The problem is: it all adds up to a lot of draped, flowing fabric and a ghoulish silhouette.
It’s hard out there for a Knicks fan this year.
This unlikely jazz combo comes from a Rémy Martin party last night, in celebration of Chris Bosh’s 28th birthday. (He’s the one on the left, for non-ESPN-watchers.) Naturally, LeBron James and Dwyane Wade tagged along, and before long the Heat’s big three had formed an impromptu jazz trio.
It’s always nice to see Wade showing off his bolero skills, but we’re more concerned with Mr. James’s position on the drums. There’s something troubling about seeing him there, the same feeling we’ve felt in more than a few Miami Heat games recently—a single, soul-consuming thought that explains the cloud of disappointment that’s followed King James his whole career.
Maybe LeBron James is a drummer at heart.
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