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See You Next Year, Internet

  • Kempt Staff

2012 has been one helluva ride here on Kempt. And we’d like to take a moment to thank you all for taking that ride with us. (We hope some of that handsomeness rubbed off.)

Now, we’re off to find the nearest bow tie, pair of lips and bottle of champagne, and get started on the year-end revelry. We suggest you do the same, but since we’d never leave you empty-handed, here’s a little bubbly-swashing inspiration. We’ll see you next year, folks.

The icons’ guide to drinking champagne with style.»

The Art of the Champagne Celebration

  • Najib Benouar

We’ve said it once before, but it bears repeating: there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of victory—drenched in champagne.

And with MLB playoffs ramping up this week, we thought it wise to revisit some of the finest moments in champagne-drenched locker room celebration—as sort of a refresher course in anticipation of the effervescent-soaked revelry to come—from Willie Mays, to Reggie Jackson, to Ichiro, to Ken Forsch. So, without further ado:

A Guide to the Art of the Champagne Celebration, MLB-Style»

Cloudy with a Chance of Champagne Showers

  • Najib Benouar

There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of victory—drenched in champagne. This snap comes from the winner’s podium of the America’s Cup where Team Oracle fought their way back from dead last to cross the finish line first in the San Francisco Bay this past weekend. And as you might have suspected, guys who race yachts for a living know their way around a jeroboam of Moët & Chandon (official sponsors, naturally). Though you might want to be more careful about not getting it in your eyes.

The Lost Art of the Toast

We’ll come right out and say it: nearly everybody is making toasts the wrong way.

We’re not talking about the speech—that’s another post entirely—but about the climactic moment when everyone raises their arms and sends their glass careening towards the middle, ricocheting from flute to flute like a pinball filled with champagne.

Gentlemen, this is not how it’s done.

Touching glasses is supposed to be about sharing joy, dispensing your blessing across everyone in attendance, so you need to know whose glass you’re clinking up against. That’s why ever since the 17th century, the custom has been to make eye contact at the moment you touch cups. It takes a bit of coordination, since you can’t have your eye on your glass, but it makes the whole ritual feel more intimate.

And if simple etiquette isn’t enough, legend has it that looking away at the moment of contact dooms you to seven years of bad sex.

Which actually explains a lot.

Kempt Supports: Models Carrying Champagne

We’ve been taking a mostly hands-off approach to Milan Fashion Week, but the Trussardi presentation finally gave us something we can whole-heartedly endorse: models carrying bottles.

Granted, it doesn’t hurt that this one already looks like a disinherited racecar driver on vacation—but something about the magnum of bubbly nails down the reckless abandon of it all. Something about the devilish grin, the CHIPs shades and overflowing pocket square tell you, wherever this gentleman’s headed, it’s going to involve some champagne.

We bet it was a hell of an after-party.

Happy Holidays, from Isabeli Fontana


Hark!: That includes a belated Hanukkah. [The World’s Best Ever]

The Dreads Don’t Help: The Counting Crows oblivious Joni Mitchell cover is named the decade’s worst song. Choice quote: “It's like the whole song emanates from his soul patch.” [Village Voice]

The Free Press: Acquaint yourself with the Sponge and Press, a less distressing way to clean your suit. [Men’s Flair]

By the Sword: A gentleman’s guide to cleaving open champagne bottles with a sword. Try this at home. [Valet]

Sign of the Times


Usually people are a bit cannier about Marie Antionette comparisons—especially when the peasants are as restless as they are now—but Karl Lagerfeld has never been one to restrain himself.

Based on the story that the classic champagne coupe was modeled off Marie Antionette’s breast, good old Karl has brought the coupe into the modern day with another impeccable glass, only this time it's modeled off of Claudia Schiffer’s bosom and suspended by three bottles of Dom Perignon. If you needed somewhere to point your pitchforks…