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Hovering Is In This Year

The Scarves of Genius: A comprehensive guide to the many scarves of Darren Aronofsky. They could be jauntier. [Vulture]

They Can’t All Be Winners: A roundup of all the haterade that’s been poured on the Oscar telecast in the last 24 hours. [Movieline]

Winning!: David Carr on Charlie Sheen: apparently insulting Chuck Lorre is worse than all the bad craziness up until now. Lessons in the biz. [NYTimes]

A Photoset for Late Winter Style: Secret Forts drops some late winter style wisdom, including our new favorite belt. [Secret Forts]

No Tuxedos Allowed


For all the pageantry associated with black tie events, they tend to be a bit…uncreative.

Take this Pete-Campbell esque suit for example, worn by Darren Aronofsky to the Academy Awards luncheon earlier this week. You’d never get away with this sort of thing in black tie territory, but at an event where a fair number of the attendees were wearing jeans, it’s entirely fair game. And, as it happens, it’s pretty sharp.

And while we're not giving up the tux-watch entirely, but we've gotten a lot more out of this year's luncheon class pic than anything we've seen on a red carpet. Between Aaron Sorkin’s old-man suit and the Coen Brothers’ grad-student scruff, you can actually get a sense of personal style, which is more than we can say for the last few telecasts.

But the main lesson, as usual, is that Jeff Bridges always looks fantastic.

Scarlett Johansson has a Big Night Ahead of Her

Swan Arms, Swan Arms: A Darren Aronofsky profile reveals his love of werewolf metaphors, and his thin but lustrous mustache. [NYMag]

And the Nominees Are…: GQ and Dockers just named their nominees for best newcomers of the year, including Michael Bastian and the Riviera Club chaps. [WWD]

The Rise of the Tourbillons: The Antenna guide to the latest crop of watches from IWC. Be warned: "travel time" is not the same as "time travel." [Antenna]

The Latest Rage from Coast to Coast: You are a confident, successful professional, but your life is empty without a glow-in-the-dark strip tease necktie. [Boing Boing]

The Rematch


The trailer for Mickey Rourke’s comeback vehicle, The Wrestler, just hit the web, and we’re suitably impressed. The Rocky parallels are piling up, right down to the fresh wounds in the economy, but the real show is bound to be the morbid fascination with what the last twenty years have done to Mickey Rourke. At this point, he’s every bit as humiliated and broken as the role requires, so we should be in for some real life pathos. And anything that gets Darren Aronofsky out of director's jail is fine with us.

See the new trailer here»

Last Year’s Man


Who is that guy? Was he in that boxing movie? With the guns?

That’s right, it’s Mickey Rourke. And by the time February rolls around, you may be seeing him on the cover of a lot of magazines that weren't returning his calls a scant few years ago.

His latest, The Wrestler just took home the top prize from Cannes (with a little help from indie auteur Darren Aronofsky), and its latest distribution deal guarantees him an Oscar campaign and a few months in the media spotlight. In other words, the folks at *GQ* are on the phone with his publicist right now—if he still has a publicist—and the early reports indicate he’s a hell of an interview. Hopefully, he can pull off a suit too.

A few of our favorite passages»