Honeycombs on My Legs: Perhaps the best thing that’s come from the Fuck Yeah Menswear oeuvre yet: a reading by Morgan Freeman. [FYM]
Prince Hakeem: An oral history of the destined-for-greatness Houston Rockets of the early 1980s. [Grantland]
Drunk Nate Silver: The biggest winner in the aftermath of the presidential election has become stat wunderkind Nate Silver, who perfectly predicted the electoral vote and now has his own meme. [Gawker]
Where Every Shirt Knows Your Name: Connecting Cheers with an autumnal staple, the rugby shirt. [Valet]
Sure, the whole thing is about electing a president for the next four years, but there was plenty more going on yesterday during the quadrennial festivities known as Election Day 2012. Here’s what we saw.
We’re talking about suits. So far we’ve seen a lot of navy on the campaign trail this election season, but the equally “safe” suit color of gray has been totally avoided on stage. It was once a White House favorite (see President Truman and his gray-swathed Cabinet above). But politicians have been afraid of the gray debate suit ever since an ill-fated Nixon showed up to the first televised debates in a light charcoal suit that looked so much like the stage backdrop on black-and-white television, the producers quickly repainted it minutes before airtime (the paint was still wet, and Nixon still faded away).
But we think today, with the debate stage backdrop usually some form of dark blue (and you know, color TV), showing up in a gray suit would have the opposite effect—leaving the candidate in the navy suit to fade into the background. (Perhaps a Reagan-esque brown suit could be even more impactful.)
Though you’ll still have to choose your tie color wisely.
Warren Beatty on the phone as he campaigns for Senator George McGovern’s Democratic presidential nomination.
Leading up to his 1972 presidential bid, Senator George McGovern, who died over the weekend at the age of 90, met with a group of Hollywood celebrities at the home of Shirley MacLaine. Since he was not well-known and had little support within the Democratic Party, it was decided that the entertainment industry could lend the McGovern campaign some much-needed credibility, charisma and cash.
And so a new generation of Hollywood liberal activists emerged, the first to do so since McCarthyite blacklists of the early ’50s had driven showbiz liberalism deep into the walk-in closets of Malibu and Mulholland Drive.
Warren Beatty, MacLaine’s brother, scheduled a series of high-profile concerts, fundraisers and East Hampton pickup baseball games, attended by the likes of Jack Nicholson, Burt Lancaster, Dustin Hoffman, Jon Voight and so on. “We got involved because we were people who cared,” Norman Lear told The Hollywood Reporter on Sunday.
As such, we thought it a fitting tribute to the fallen senator to eulogize him in a pictorial we’re calling:
As you may or may not have noticed, the first presidential debate happened last night.
And while we’ll leave the parsing of half-truths and double-talk to the pundits, we noticed one glaring difference between the candidates: their tie knots. Obama’s was a study in the perfectly dimpled knot—it’s hard to tell whether it was a half-Windsor or just a masterful four-in-hand, but it was textbook, symmetrical, some might even call it professorial. On the other side of the aisle, Romney went with a taut four-in-hand with no dimple—an old blue-blood affectation that felt unfussy and verging upon Kennedy-esque—another surprise, considering everyone expected him to show up and pull a Nixon (which he managed to avoid). In other words, the ties told the whole story: Obama played it safe while Romney came off surprisingly slick.
The big news over the weekend was that Mitt Romney finally chose a running mate, Paul Ryan... who showed up to his nomination announcement without a tie around his collar. (Though that woefully baggy jacket might have been an even greater offense.)
The mere sight of it on the podium had a Cajun raging and many under-qualified pundits talking fashion. It was all par for the course—obviously a ploy by the Grand Old Party to play up Ryan’s relative youth. But that shouldn’t have meant he needed to dress like a high school kid heading to his first semiformal dance. He’s 42 and a bit of a head-cracker in the House, which is why Romney went with him (the anti-Palin), so it’s somewhat confusing to see him reprising the aw-shucks role. We’re quite sure the man’s competent enough to tie a solid four-in-hand.
Which is always a good place to start when measuring any candidate’s competency.
But while you were celebrating the spring air, we were keeping tabs on the newly named Final Four, a missing $200 million and the first gubernatorial candidate to come out of a reality show. (It's not Trump.) Here's what you may have missed...
1. Billy Crystal told a Flomax joke. 2. Meryl Streep won Best Actress for a film about a prime minister who hasn’t been relevant for 20 years. 3. Woody Allen won Best Screenplay for a film about writers who’ve been dead for 50 years. 4. A silent film won the rest.
It was an explosive weekend throughout the world: the revolution intensified in Syria, Mitt Romney finally jiggled Newt’s feathers in Florida, Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy refuted a Fox reporter’s claim that their latest film pushed “a pro-environment, anti-capitalist agenda,” and Novak Djokovic ever-so-slightly defeated Rafael Nadal in the longest Grand Slam men’s singles final in history.