Today’s must-reads from around the Internet.
Fact: it takes quite the set of cojones to pull off wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
Also fact: most men don’t have ’em.
That being said, there are some real pros out there who do. And right now, we’d like to honor these brave souls who’ve unwaveringly taken up the charge. Through painstaking research—no scene left unexamined, no paparazzi shot ignored—we’ve uncovered the best and boldest examples of tropical-print artistry. A testament to confidence, these men are standards to aspire to. (At least when it comes to visually making a statement.)
For Mad Men recaps, we’ve been turning exclusively to Mark Lisanti for guidance and support, particularly after Sunday’s episode. There’s TV, there’s HBO, and then there’s “a few extremely well-compensated hours wearing a metal bikini while Jaguar the Hutt rattles your chains and bores you with his unimaginative, conflated mytho-historical sex fantasies.”
By now, you’ve probably got a pretty good plan for your summer wardrobe, so we’d like to throw something else into the mix: your summer haircut. And to give you a little guidance, we’ve brought in a professional stylist who lives and breathes men’s hair. (Not literally.)
Dear readers, meet Amy Komorowski.
We’ve found a new subculture of the week: Swiss greasers. Through the late 50s and 60s, they were terrorizing the country with greased pompadours, biker jackets and oversized belt buckles with pictures of Elvis on them—almost all of which looks pretty awesome in retrospect. Rebel Youth, a new book from Rizzoli New York (out February 8), takes a look at what the rockabillies of Switzerland were up to during those years. It turns out to have a lot more in common with punk than you might think. And being European, they naturally knew how to pull off a neckerchief.
For a heritage brand, Dunhill’s been a little shaky lately.
Take, for instance, their latest lighter design. It’s modeled after the lighter Elvis used in the 50s, and not a bad specimen as Elvis-related trinkets go. With a history going all the way back to the 1890s, Dunhill’s well-equipped to take on this particular historical reissue, but the whole enterprise seems unhealthy somehow.
It’s not Elvis himself—although taking on his legacy is a hefty task—but the overwhelming sense that they’ve somehow gotten into the souvenir business…
Drug-fueled burnout has become a rock star cliché, but the original rock star’s burnout had more to do with chitlins than cocaine.
That’s the subject of James Marsh’s *The Burger and the King*, a doc about Elvis’ ultimately fatal obsession with the beef patty’s siren song.
From his impoverished, burgerless childhood to his fatback-fueled rise to fame, documentarian James Marsh covers the full span of the King’s development through food, complete with fat and calorie content.
*Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.*
He creeped us out in *Match Point* and modeled for Versace and Hugo Boss before embarking on his latest role—a kind of priapic, po-mo Henry VIII in *The Tudors*—but Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers has always won full marks for his stylish attire.
At the *Tudors* premiere the other night, he sported an ensemble that had an almost Rockabilly look to it: a midnight blue dress suit with satin piping on the lapels—custom-tailored by John Galliano—and a superskinny leather tie by Camilla Staerk.
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