Comedian and actor Kevin Hart may be the hottest person in the world right now, hotter than the surface of the sun or a day in Las Vegas in August. He’s also one of the busiest people, simultaneously opening what seems like a new movie every month and performing to sold-out arenas across North America on a nightly basis, somehow. (His current tour, What Now, is only the highest grossing comedy show of all time. And his latest film, Get Hard, is approaching $100 million at the box office.)
So we were pretty excited to grab a quarter of an hour with him over the phone this week to talk about his new health partnership and other things like his clothing on tour, the most stylish comedian of all time, the least stylish comedian of all time, what Bieber smells like and...
It’s all but impossible to explain—but when you see it, you know it.
And John Belushi was it. Sure, he was uproariously funny and magnetic on film, but it was that inexplicable air of cool surrounding him and everything he did that made him more than just another schlubby comic. While his dress did err toward the prototypically disheveled funnyman, he still managed to make an untucked shirt and loose tie look good (on him). He had a propensity for stubby brims that predated his era (and the following one that ruined them) and seemed to have a genuine sense of personal style. And for that we’d like to applaud him.
You may not have realized it, but your sartorial consciousness was already being formed at a much earlier age than the day you discovered your first Americana blog or received that particularly slick belt on your 12th birthday...
It all began during your footie-pajama’d Saturday morning routine, thanks to an assortment of surprisingly stylish characters (of the cartoon variety). Whether it was Curious George’s yellow-hatted caretaker, Beast’s Renaissance-chic or Smithers’s bow tie. There was a lot to learn from the fastidiously drawn fashionistos of animated film and television—most importantly, the cardinal menswear rule of “building a daily uniform.” But who were the most stylish?
Today would’ve been John Belushi’s 64th birthday, and of all his memorable comedic moments, his turn as half of the outlaw do-gooders in black suits, fedoras and Wayfarers has always resonated with us most. So we’ve dug up some rarely seen photos of him in full Blues Brothers regalia to commemorate Belushi the elder.
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.
From the looks of the first episode of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, Seinfeld is up to his old “show about nothing” antics again.
This time around, he’s really pared it to near-absolute-nothing-ness: 12-minute episodes edited down from an afternoon spent chatting with a well-known funnyman. It’s all very Seinfeldian, but what’s most intriguing is the glimpse into the lives of off-duty celebrities—without any scripts or handlers or, most importantly, stylists. From what we’ve gathered from the promo and first episode, comedians are a schlubby bunch (save for Alec Baldwin). It’s a sad state: visible undershirts, white sneakers, Larry David playing Octogenarian Neo in the Boca Raton Seniors Community Theater adaptation of The Matrix.
But there were still some interesting items of note, especially Jerry’s watches. In this episode he’s wearing a Jo Siffert Heuer that we’ve gushed over before, which reveals some real watch aficionado/race car enthusiast cred. We also spotted a Breitling Navitimer in the promo (but will have to confirm once that episode “airs”), and Larry David’s only saving grace is that he’s found his way to an Oliver Peoples shop. It’s a good laugh any way you slice it.
If anything, watch the episode for the spectacular blogger-blue VW and keep an eye on further developments.
For wised-up comedy-philes, Jim Gaffigan holds a special place on the stand-up totem pole: a road-warrior stand-up who’s been touring regularly since the 1990s with a steady stream of fresh material, and a collection of bedrock bits that never fail to kill in front of sold-out crowds.
His wry, hilariously delivered and self-deprecating observations on everything from the undeniable paleness of being, to junk food (see: Hot Pockets), to the holidays are the stuff of line-quoting lore. And now he’s got a new special out (being sold online à la Radiohead), and he’s currently on tour playing a gig at Foxwoods on June 2.
Alert the rose-bearers and shake up your Soul Glo: today we celebrate one of the most iconic men’s grooming movies of all time: Coming to America.
The year was 1988 and, similar to The Cosby Show on TV, for the first time a predominantly African-American film was accessible to—and beloved by—young white adolescents.
Grooming had a lot to do with that: black people’s hair was different than white people’s hair, and it was okay to laugh at that. Black barbers were imposing forces who didn’t actually cut people’s hair, and it was okay to laugh at that. Topless women manually cleaned the genitals of African princes, and... well, every kid in America wished he had a royal penis.
We love our country, but we loathe “God Bless America.”
More specifically, we are vehemently opposed to the compulsory singing of the patriotic anthem 1918 showtune from Yip Yip Yaphank! at baseball games. (Yes, “God Bless America” is a showtune, and one that its author, Irving Berlin, cut from Yip! after two performances because he disliked it so much.)