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We’ll admit, we’re suckers for 1940s gangster-chic. The fedoras, the wingtips, the tommy guns. So today’s release of the trailer for Gangster Squad (Ruben Fleischer’s Brolin-Penn-Gosling vehicle set for mid-October) piqued our interests to say the least. The homage to LA film noir is strong—and so is the gangster swagger. Naturally, the good guys are playing by bad guy rules, so the well-dressed-yet-sinister aesthetic is working for everyone. (Even for Emma Stone, playing the underworld siren caught behind enemy lines.)
Once upon a time, Warren Beatty was a pretty sharp guy. And circa 1967’s Bonnie and Clyde, he was one of the sharpest men in California—pushing the French New Wave into Hollywood, head-faking studio heads for a percentage of the gross and walking away from the movie with a cool $27 million.
So we thought we’d take a look back at the classic bank robber flick, and all its glorious gangster suits, billowy shirtsleeves and invisi-ties.
We’ve always been enamored of 40s style, so now that the mug shots of the past are finally hitting Flickr, we can’t help but take a peek.
We aren’t quite sure what this gentleman was picked up for—public hatlessness, maybe—but his suit is a prime example of the post-zoot gangster casual of the day. You can't see his beltline, but we're betting it's riding somewhere around his belly button—which is one part of the style you can skip. The slit pockets, billowy trousers, and shoulder-width lapel, on the other hand, are all ripe for a comeback.
The depression-era gangster is a creature of rare sartorial talents. Colorful without being dapper, image-conscious without being vain, he manages to combine brutality and grace in a way currently only seen in boxers and the occasional NFL lineman.
This illustration, for instance, has a hooligan sporting a mauve-orange combination—pretty daring, especially if you’re lurking in the shadows.