Perhaps you’ve seen this magnificent snapshot of Joe Biden’s recent visit to Portland's Salt & Straw making the Internet rounds today.
And while it was an impossibly dapper display of cone consumption—what with the aviators, repp tie and rolled sleeves flashing those two crisp Hamiltons ready to make it rain rocky road on these constituents—it was not, by any means, the first time Mr. Vice Pres has stylishly enjoyed a scoop or two...
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.
Tonight, President Obama’s State of the Union address is supposed to inspire progress and federal stimulation. But often, our focus tends to drift to the hapless sea of baggy, demure suiting filling the audience. It’s a sad sight, really—save for our one beacon of sartorial hope, Vice President Joe Biden. (We’re also giving Obama a pass here, since he’s never given us reason to fret in the past.)
If we were less civic-minded, we’d skip the whole thing and fire up a few episodes of House of Cards—if only to be reminded how a well-put-together politician actually looks (a lot like Kevin Spacey, incidentally). In fact, Hollywood seems to be the only place turning out politicians we’d actually want representing us. So, in hopes of moving a few congressmen to up their style game, we present:
In the midst of a night of poorly dressed politicking, Ol’ Joe was responsible for two points of light—specifically, those two points in his pocket square. For most of the president’s hour-long speech, they seemed like the most stylish thing in the room.
Sure, we would have preferred a pocket square with softer corners (he’s heard of linen, right?), but like cap-and-trade or the flat tax, DC’s just not ready for it. So we salute the man for pushing the sartorial cause forward as much as he can, and teaching a few senators what their chest pocket is for.
Shine on, you crazy train-loving diamond. Shine on.
January’s usually an off month for glossies, which explains why this month’s crop is featherlight. Details didn’t even weigh in—thanks to December’s double-issue—but there’s still plenty to piece through, like the wisdom of Oates, blogger blue’s close-up and the rise of Parisian style.
Aside from the obvious appeal—tipping back a few Bud Heavies with the everyman VP cheering you on—this really becomes a stroke of political genius because it allows you to pledge allegiance to a candidate without a giant, piercing button mucking up your lapel.
The Herman Cain margarita rimmer cannot be far behind.
The Touch, The Feel: Here’s a semi-pornographic video promoting merino wool. We think it’s a metaphor for being naked inside a merino dress? But maybe we’re overthinking it. [Selectism]
The Mongolian Candidate: Perhaps you’d like to see pictures of Joe Biden preparing to wrestle two large Mongolian men who are wearing what, to western eyes, appears to be women’s clothing. [The Atlantic Wire]
Boy and Man: AoM goes all Jungian on us, deconstructing boyhood archetypes. We were always more of a “golden child.” [Art of Manliness]
Over and Over: Thomas Goetz sings the praises of the feedback loop. The takeaway: we need to buy one of those gadgets that monitors your brainwaves. [Wired]
As we’ve noticed before, he’s one of the smoother gentlemen in Washington. And even when playing golf with politicians—a veritable Bermuda Triangle of slouchiness—he finds room for a little swagger. Even here, he’s wearing ostensibly the same outfit as Mr. Boehner (to the left, with his back to us), but a slimmer polo and a less cinched belt make all the difference. And most importantly, he’s not afraid to smile for the cameras.