The public apology has become one of our era’s defining phenomena.
It’s usually the same routine: a press conference or talk show appearance is scheduled, there are a few choked-back tears, perhaps beside a dewy-eyed supporting cast, and finally an avowal to right their wrongs. But the one thing that’s not always the same is how the transgressor has dressed for the occasion.
The prospect of celebrating summer’s inaugural weekend might have you toying with the idea of spending the entire three days in a pair of shorts (especially if you plan on being poolside the whole time).
But going pantsless is a deceptively tricky move—wrought with pitfalls and misconceptions.
More often than not, they’re considered a necessary evil. Tom Ford famously said that a man should never wear them. Inevitably, someone will rib you with that moldy chestnut about never taking a man in shorts seriously. But in the right hands—er, on the right gams—they can be serviceable, arguably even stylish. It’s been done before, to varying degrees of success.
So, as menswear anthropologists, in our quest to find out how we got into this pantsless existential crisis, we present to you:
Regardless of who you believe won last night’s third and final presidential debate, there’s one talking point we can all get behind: Bill Clinton has never looked better.
If you had told us in the mid-’90s that we would one day be lauding Bubba as a style icon, we would likely have directed you to photos like this and asked you to note the lumpy dad jeans, the Casio stopwatch, the white-on-off-white New Balances, the peanut butter and banana sandwich, and so on.
Indeed, the 42nd President of the United States is one of the only men we know whose style has reached iconic status thanks in very little part to his clothing. When it comes to Clintonian style, it’s all about the swagger.
Dean Martin, Bing Crosby and Groucho Marx, Palm Springs, CA, 1954
It may prove a bit tricky to duck out of the office this week for a twilight round of golf, given that we’re coming off a 10-day Fourth of July sabbatical. To tide you over, we now present, in no particular order, 18 photos of style icons spoiling a perfectly good walk.
Last week, Arizona State Senator Lori Klein proposed a law that would make it a fireable offense for K-12 public school teachers to repeatedly swear in the classroom. “These are young, impressionable minds,” she explained. “We want to fill them with the highest ideals, values and education that we can.” Yes, we agree. (Who doesn’t?) The issue we respectfully take with Senator Klein, though, is that a distinction must be made between teachers swearing in front of students and teachers swearing at students.
If a second-grade teacher, say, channeled Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in Full Metal Jacket by telling his students that they “had best unfuck themselves” or he would “fuck them up,” we’d assume he’d be dismissed.
Part one of PBS’s great documentary on Bill Clinton aired last night, just hours after a Gallup poll showed Rick Santorum leading Mitt Romney by 36% to 26% among national Republicans. All eyes are now on Michigan as 2012’s sweater-vested version of the Comeback Kid may be poised to send Mitt Romney the way of Paul Tsongas. (Unless, of course, a version of Jennifer Flowers emerges as well.)
Much has been made of Obama’s graying hair this year. Seth Meyers likened the president to "Louis Gossett Senior." Gawker hinted at a dye job cover-up. Even the first lady chimed in on the matter, admitting she finds Barack’s salt way sexier than his pepper.
Once again, we’re with Michelle: the natural evolution of a gentleman’s hair color is to be embraced at any age, regardless of profession—particularly given how disastrous failed attempts at masquerading the inevitable can be.
Consider this: in 1973, 51% of college-educated Americans believed adultery was “always wrong. As of 2010, that same number’s closer to 65%.
It’s a stark reminder that the days of Draperizing are over, and the current generation of women do not plan on putting up with your bullshit. Also, nobody seems to be honoring the International Exception these days.
Banging the Gavel: With the recent sale of Carla Bruni nudes and the new offering of this Michael Comte Gisele shot, it's clear that British auction houses are becoming the place for top-drawer spank fodder. [Vogue UK]
Penny Pusher: Every time blue-eyed, honey-blond men's fashion blogger Amanda Brooks writes a tribute to a male dress staple, we fall a little harder. [Men's Vogue]
More Cushion for the Pushin': If you're using padded underwear to get laid, there's really nothing we, or anyone else, can do for you. [NYMag]
Supercops: English bobbies may soon have cool designer capes. Maybe it would be cooler if the government gave them firearms, but what can you do? [BBC]
Big Bubba: Bill Clinton uses big fat, dies to distract the eye from his big, fat mouth. [HuffPo]
Stupid is as Stupid Does: England's premier scientific journal, The Sun reveals that the more educated a woman is, the harder it is to satisfy her sexually. Well, duh. [The Sun]
Preppy is as Preppy Does:Brooks Brothers debuts their Black Fleece collection. [Luxist]