In 2010, I watched The Pacific, an HBO WWII miniseries produced by Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg. Today all I can remember about it is being completely transfixed by Rami Malek’s performance as the completely, quietly fucked-up Snafu. It was one of those “This guy could be the best actor of his generation” kind of moments. Then, to paraphrase Douglas Adams, for a while, nothing happened. Then, after a while longer, nothing continued to happen.
Last year we did an icons prospectus. Rami Malek wasn’t on it. Two weeks later, Mr. Robot premiered. Then everyone started to realize what was obvious to anyone who’d seen him in 2010. Then he started showing up to awards shows looking better than everyone else.
Last week’s release of the Mr. Robot season 2 trailer reminded me that we at Kempt need to confirm Malek’s future-icon status immediately.
Roughly 85% of the time you describe someone as “nice,” you’re saying nothing. You can’t think of a more colorful adjective that describes the person. Either you don’t know them all that well or you don’t think on it too hard. It doesn’t matter. Fred Rogers was nice. He was nice in a meaningful, sincere way. He might have been the nicest man to ever grace a television. And that signature sweater/trouser/sneaker combo of his has, against all odds, stood the test of time.
Warren Beatty doesn’t get as much play as a Hollywood icon as he deserves. Even we didn’t realize the extent of his success.
He’s been nominated for Oscars for acting, writing and directing. He wrote Bulworth. At 62. He was part of the inner circles of multiple presidential campaigns. “You’re So Vain” is, despite Carly Simon’s protestations, about him.
And the guy’s chin-hair combination is maybe the greatest in the history of American cinema.
Hey, remember when we called a moratorium on Steve McQueen?
Here’s why: guys like Dennis Hopper deserve just as much cred—if not more.
American badass: check. Motorcycle junkie: check. Looked great in denim: check.
Hopper was one of Hollywood’s last wild men, had a prolific career on both sides of the lens, was an indie darling before that was even a thing and managed to do it all with a personal style that’s as iconic as any role he’s ever played.
The man was larger than life—and as his lifestyle became increasingly more flamboyant, so did his personal style. So, in honor of what would’ve been the King’s 80th birthday, today, we’re celebrating by looking back at his many stylish moments.
Yesterday the world lost a lion of cinema, Richard Attenborough.
He was an actor, a director, a naturalist, a philanthropist and a bona fide Right Honorable Lord. He headlined alongside Steve McQueen in The Great Escape, played Santa in Miracle on 34th Street, was an eccentric billionaire in Jurassic Park, directed Ben Kingsley in the Oscar-sweeping epic Gandhi, narrated nature documentaries, served as director of soccer club Chelsea F.C.—and the list of triumphs goes on and on...
Today, Dr. John is releasing an album entitled Ske-Dat-De-Dat: The Spirit of Satch in tribute to a fellow New Orleans music legend, Louis Armstrong.
And it reminded us of his singular bayou-funk-meets-haute-voodoo fashion sense, from feather headdresses to flamboyant suiting—it’s exactly what fashion writers mean when they talk about “cultivating a personal style.” (What it also means: it probably won’t work for you, or anyone else not named Dr. John.)
Sad news this weekend, as we lost one of the last from the old Hollywood guard, James Garner. He raced cars with McQueen, palled around with Brando and displayed the Platonic ideal of a sport jacket with an open-collared shirt as Jim Rockford. He will be missed.
And he was named as the inspiration for Burberry Prorsum’s S/S 2015 collection that just stepped off the runway in London.
It’s not often a label name-drops a style icon so obscure that we’re left scratching our heads. So we did some digging, and as it turns out, he really was one stylish dude—in addition to being a lifelong traveler and novelist. In other words, good inspiration for anyone looking for adventure.