Yoga Flame!: Olivia Munn makes good Halloween choices. [Complex]
Tailor the Storm: Don’t weep for Savile Row…they’ve seen worse times. [Luxist]
The Haters Are Always With Us: Bond faces his most diabolical enemy yet: early reviewers. [BlackBook]
*Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.*
We’ve expounded before on the extreme appeal of La Perla lingerie, which while eschewing the erotic theatrics of Agent Provocateur nonetheless manages to push all the right buttons. Their underthings, such as the flapper-esque concoction shown here snapped by our fearless lensman at a recent display of La Perla wares in NYC, seem calculated to appeal to sex-starved socialites and other such admirable creatures.
We were not aware however that the company also made the alarmingly snug swim trunks Daniel Craig sported in his debut as James Bond. Apparently he has refused to ever put them on again. Wise choice, old boy; some things are just not meant to have crossover appeal.
We’re pretty happy with the current Bond theme, but there’s always room for improvement…
British semi-stars Joe Cornish and Adam Buxton recently recorded dueling themes for the upcoming *Quantum of Solace* as part of a “song battle,” and the results are staggering to say the least. Apparently some Brits—or at least some comedians—are none too happy with Bond’s new sensitive/brutal side.
In our favorite of the two songs, Cornish ends up waxing nostalgic for the days of Roger Moore, underwater cars and Union Jack parachutes. Say it ain’t so, Joe!
If Bob’s leftovers aren’t current enough for you, maybe you’d prefer a tune that’s a little more Bond-themed. Jack White and Alicia Keys’ theme for *Quantum of Solace* has been kicking around file-sharing sites for a while, but it’s finally gotten a proper video and we’re now ready to profess our undying love.
As the hype crescendos around *Quantum of Solace*‘s impending release—new Bond Girls!—it’s a good time to consider the flick in its historical context. Especially as a smashing collection of classic 007 placards are hitting the block at Christie’s in London tomorrow. The prized Bond lot in the auction house’s *Vintage Film Posters* sale is a mint condition 1964 *Goldfinger* sheet in the rare British quad style B format, estimated at $7,00 – $10,000.
We’re partial however to this quirky and equally scarce Aston Martin promo piece produced for *Thunderball* in 1965, which is a much better deal at est. $3,000 – $3,500. Also included are classics from *Dr. No* (1962, est. $2,700 – $4,500), *From Russia With Love* (1963, est. $2,700 – $4,500) and the rest of the pantheon, with several variations of each. Mr. Craig would do well to study these masterpieces if he hopes to err on the side of Connery.
We’re already more than hyped for *Quantum of Solace*, the new Bond film due in November, but before now we were relying on a teaser trailer and a few posters, which didn’t reveal much more than our protagonist’s preference for lightweight fabrics and heavyweight weaponry. Until now, that is.
The newly released trailer gives us a closer look at the sequel, a closer look at new Bond girl Gemma Arterton, and a glimpse at the surprising direction our favorite secret agent is heading. Apparently one place he’s heading is towards sequential plots; this one picks up right at the end of *Casino Royale*, with a heartbroken Bond out for vengeance. Unlike Connery’s Bond—whose relationship towards his companions was somewhat more casual—this Bond is shaping up to be mopey, vengeful and more than a little emo.
Not that we’re judging. We’d find Eva Green pretty hard to get over too.
40 years in, James Bond is less of a character than a rotating stable of brands. Sony Ericsson, Smirnoff, and Aston Martin are all part of the current package, but what about the villains? While Bond is off winding his Omega, the Goldfingers of the world have to make do with Swatches.
Nicolas Hayek, founder and head of the Swatch group, has decided to cash in on the semi-cachet of the Bond villain with the 007 Villain Collection. The line follows villains from *Goldfinger* to *Casino Royale*, outfitting the most stylish with a watch just slightly less expensive than Bond’s own.
We’re usually partial to product endorsements from imaginary characters, but we’re still on the fence with this one. Is there anyone out there trying to dress like Jaws?
However, knowing how into Tom Ford Craig is—as we noted before, he refused to wear anything else for his *GQ* cover shoot, and went through 40+ Ford suits while filming the latest Bond flick, *Quantum of Solace*—we were somewhat taken aback to see him pictured in the mag wearing nothing but Dolce & Gabbana. Looks to us like someone at *VF* went out of their way to favor the Italian duo over the MOTH king—and it also looks like Tommy needs to buy a lot more ad space.
The appeal of Bond has always had more to do with the man’s accoutrements than his geopolitical nuance, but it’s taken surprisingly long for all that swag to be gathered into one place.
Apparently that day is here. Allow us to introduce Bond Lifestyle, a one-stop compendium gathering together everything from the man’s favored cologne (according to Fleming, anyway) to the Swiss villa that provided the setting for Her Majesty’s Secret Service. The catalogue is somewhat skewed towards the more recent (and more thoroughly branded) movies, but you can still find a replica of the Trilby Hat from *Doctor No* or the two-button gray suit in *From Russia With Love*.
You can pick up a vintage Bentley that once belonged to Sean Connery, the greatest Bond of all, at Bonhams’ auto auction as part of the Rolls-Royce Enthusiast’s Club‘s annual rally this weekend for a relative pittance. The beautiful 1961 S2 saloon, finished in two-tone Tudor Grey / Shell Grey with a contrasting red leather interior, is estimated at only £12,000 – £15,000, or about $24,000 – $30,000, a fraction of what a new, less distinguished model *sans* pedigree will cost you.
Today sees the release of the a new James Bond novel, entitled *Devil May Care*, celebrated by an aquatic release party in London, along with an accompanying press campaign. The novel is a one-off from British novelist Sebastian Faulks and finds Bond chasing a Blofield-esque villain through London, Paris and the Middle East. Much like the film series’ recent reboot with *Casino Royale*, the novel styles itself as a throwback, with action set in Bond’s heyday of 1967 and Faulks taking the unusual step of writing as Ian Fleming, which falls somewhere between marketing gimmick and postmodern conceit.
Through the kind of serendipity that can only arise from a PR department, the release coincides with Ian Fleming’s 100th birthday. Bond himself has been around for more than half that time: He’s nearing 55, making him older than Ronald McDonald but younger than Batman. And, like anyone who’s stuck around that many years, he’s been through more than a few adventures that everyone involved would prefer to forget.
The Art of Manliness recently put up a list of the Essential Man’s Library, which seems like as good a place to start as any. After all, a well-stocked bookshelf is as vital as a well-cleaned floor if you’re trying to make an impression.
The 100 books range from middle-school English class fodder (*Lord of the Flies*, *To Kill a Mockingbird*) to dense philosophy (*The Republic*, *Beyond Good and Evil*), but there’s something oddly syllabus-like about it. After all, it would be nice to have something you’ll actually want to *read*»
It may be early, but we’re always up for a little Bond.
Celebrating the author’s 100th birthday—which is coming up next Wednesday—Penguin is revamping their catalog of Fleming-era Bond novels with new editions and, best of all, new covers. The striking images come courtesy of San Francisco-based artist Michael Gillette, who makes appropriately sensual use of watercolor. The type and colors do a good job of replicated the 60s milieu, while the women remind us of the books’ central appeal»
*Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.*
While he may have dressed multiple MOTHs (four to date) as well as James Bond, every so often we’re reminded that Tom Ford is really his own best model. In the same sort of way that a restaurant with an absentee owner never seems quite right, Ford’s clothes come across so well precisely because they’ve been road tested and perfected by the man himself, who just happens to be one of the most stylish men on the planet.
Ah, the Bond Girl—intended as a paragon of her species, the female foil and flame of cinema’s ultimate embodiment of masculinity says more about what we wish women were than what they are. Beginning with Ursula Andress (who emerged Aphrodite-like from the surf), the history of Bond’s beauties is a long and luscious chronicle of our desires both sublime (Barbara Bach’s Agent XXX) and ignoble (Denise Richards’ Dr. Christmas Jones).
It appears that the “brutal” new James Bond is something of a prima donna. At the cover shoot for *GQ*’s December Men of the Year issue, deconstructed 007 Daniel Craig refused to wear any of the designer duds the magazine’s fashion mavens picked out for him, insisting instead on a suit of his own. Having caught wind of the clothing contretemps, we asked *GQ*’s Adam Rapoport, who wrote the Craig cover story, what went down.
There have been plenty of books devoted to James Bond over the years, most of them written for the kind of guys whose idea of a hot time is debating the relative merits of Holly Goodhead vs. Pussy Galore. 007 has never gotten the kind of visual treatment he deserves—odd for a fellow so focused on style.
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