Hey, remember when we called a moratorium on Steve McQueen?
Here’s why: guys like Dennis Hopper deserve just as much cred—if not more.
American badass: check. Motorcycle junkie: check. Looked great in denim: check.
Hopper was one of Hollywood’s last wild men, had a prolific career on both sides of the lens, was an indie darling before that was even a thing and managed to do it all with a personal style that’s as iconic as any role he’s ever played.
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.
In a business that judges impoliteness pretty harshly, we’re kind of amazed Vincent Gallo hasn’t been run out of town yet. But we’re glad because it means that from time to time, we get to hear batshit rants like this.
Over the course of 39 minutes, Mr. Gallo manages to mortally insult Steven Soderbergh, Martin Scorcese, Wes Anderson, Abel Ferrera, Spike Jonze, Sofia Coppola, Francis Ford Coppola, Eric Roberts, Dennis Hopper, Honda, and the Directors Guild of America. To be honest, it’s pretty rough going—and decidedly ungentlemanly throughout—but it should be a cautionary tale of what an out-of-control ego can make you sound like.
A word to the wise: If you find yourself trash-talking the director of The Godfather—who, coincidentally, gave you your most recent starring role—you may want to reconsider yourself as a human being.
On the plus side, he has nothing but nice things to say about Mickey Rourke.
The Navajo look has been building steam for a while now, even if you won’t be able to get your hands on most of it before Fall ’09. These jackets from April77 and Rogues Gallery are only the beginning.
We had to hand this MOTH to Dennis Hopper for pulling off the not inconsiderable feat of posing next to a drug-addled sex bomb fifty years his junior while wearing clothes made for his grandkids—and managing not to look remotely ridiculous in the process.