Every month, we thoroughly examine the contents of GQ, Details and Esquire, so you don’t have to. This month’s breakdown—starring Bryan Cranston, Porsche 911s, Aubrey Plaza, fathers-in-law, biceps, porn star names, overcoats, Jon Voight, holograms, absinthe summer cocktails and words of wisdom from Richard Simmons—is after the jump.
Designing the collection in conjunction with Champion’s own design team, Snyder’s goal was to bring modern tailoring to the brand’s classic 1950s gym-issued items. And, well, he seems to have hit that goal spot-on, promptly transporting us back to undergrad with a whole range of team-color-accented, vintage-inspired sweats. Or maybe it’s prep school we’re remembering? Either way, there’s a distinct memory of us going to town on a speed bag in something just like the collection’s signature pocket sweatshirt, and we’re pretty excited for the opportunity to run that back.
Now that athletic gear is finally getting the #menswear treatment, you’d think it’d be easier to find a handsome pair of running shorts.
But for whatever reason, the focus has been mostly on sweatpants (we’ll let you come to your own conclusions about how the sort of athletic prowess required to reblog things on Tumblr plays into that equation). Fortunately, for the active few of you in search of a good pair of running shorts that skew more Bastian than basketball, we’ve rounded up the best on the market right now.
Every Wednesday from here on out, we’re giving you a piece of our minds. Actually, more like five pieces. It’s a chance to get a deeper look into what makes our editors and writers tick—beyond the Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. Whether it’s a mind-bending gallery show, a novel we’ve been reading, an album drop or even just a damn fine pair of pants we’ve been wearing the hell out of, we think you ought to know about it. Welcome to our newest, and most personal, weekly feature: The Kempt Five.
Now that campaign season is gearing up, the photo department over at the New York Timesdug up this 1975 snapshot of President Gerald Ford in the White House, practicing his nightly regimen in full bedtime regalia—a robe, velvet pajamas and leather house slippers. Taped to the back of the photo is a short clipping from the 21-page article: “He does 20 push-ups and 20 lifts of his torso. He says he falls asleep in 10 seconds, sleeps soundly for five hours and wakes up fully refreshed.” It’s the spitting image of the grit and dapperness we expect from our Commander in Chief. Even when behind closed doors.
Kate Upton had her Esquire cover debut (sort of), Tebowmania got its close-up, and Details... continued to be Details. In short, a lot of madness. We’ve pieced through it all below, article by article and suit by suit, and come away with this, an unusually pithy executive summary.
Fitness trends have gotten a bit ahead of themselves these days, from ubiquitous juice cleanses, to P90X, to Europlate Vibration Trainers. (We’ll just leave this here.) So we’d like to harken back to a simpler time–a time when the favored approach to fitness involved a barbell and a dignified unitard.