In our grand tradition of keeping you up to date on the international men’s shop scene, we’ve scoured the globe for the newest openings in your regular haunts—you know London, Bangkok, the usual. Because you never know when you’re going to need a new leather duffel while in Hamburg.
Life’s too short to get angry. But from time to time, we see something befuddling, ridiculous or just plain wrong…and we feel compelled to offer a humble suggestion for improvement.
The picture above is the latest Converse collab, which unfortunately finds Givenchy in the middle of their leopard-print phase. It’s also quite possibly the least punk rock thing we’ve ever seen. We don’t blame Givenchy: by now, the Chuck Taylor’s been redesigned, remixed and relauched so many times, it’s lost every ounce of insurgent cred it had. It’s a shame because under the right circumstances, it’s still a pretty great shoe, but it’s losing ground with every outlandish designer collab.
So we’d like to offer the following Humble Suggestion: maybe give it a rest for a few years. Let the poor man catch his breath.
Moby Dick: If you're a weasley-looking, self-righteous vegan of limited musical ability and even more limited muscle mass who manages to bed Natalie Portman, please try to be a gentleman about it. [NYPost]
N'Stink: Ever wonder what all that stuff in Justin Timberlake's hair smells like? It's Givenchy. [Catwalk Queen]
"The Bubbles Tickle My Nose": Behold! The chick drink of tomorrow![PSFK]
Who Knew?: In a city of queues and lines, perhaps the strangest is outside of Abercrombie & Fitch. [Racked]
Offensive Foul: Crocs, the ideal merchandising tie-in for the today's uptempo, run-and-gun NBA. [Just-Style]
My Beautiful Launderette: Design is only a rinse cycle away. [Kitsune Noir]
"Does Tom Ford Hate The Straights?": Sorry, Gawker, we were a bit distracted by these pics here. What were you saying? [Gawker]
"Marc Jacobs Plagiarized My Dad's Scarf": Just imagine how pissed he'll be when the knockoffs start showing up on Canal Street. [The Local, Sweden]
Among the many things Snoop Dogg is known—or perhaps we should say notorious—for, sartorial splendor isn't really numbered among them. But we had to hand the man a MOTH for the threads he sported at the 13th Annual Critics' Choice Awards in L.A. the other night. Eschewing the usual barfy bling of the rap star set, Snoop (pictured here with his wife Shante Broadus) pulled off an ensemble that was both eye-catching and classic at the same time.