With the announcement of a hard release date of Christmas Day 2013 for Wolf of Wall Street, the powers that be have also unveiled an all-new theatrical trailer today. Apparently, the original mid-November date caught a minor snag when Scorsese turned in a reel pushing three hours—and the NC-17 envelope—but what remains looks just as exciting: a fever dream of pinstripes, fun shirts, dad jeans, power ties, money bikinis and just about everything else great about ’90s excess.
We couldn’t help ourselves. With the Oscars only days away and awards season coming to a head, we felt honor-bound to weigh in on the subject of style, cinema and the intersection of the two.
So we collected our memories of the past year’s worth of handsomeness on film and tried to nail down exactly what made each film stylish—much like the actual Oscars, we’re breaking down the movie by individual garment performance, not just handing out awards willy-nilly.
And even though we originally thought we’d get to see Baz Luhrmann’s neo-Gatsby this weekend, it’s been pushed back to next summer. So instead, we’ll have to settle for these recently released film posters—more evidence of all the literary good-looking-ness to come. We couldn’t be more excited. (A three-piece tweed suit can do that to us...) And don’t worry, you’ll still get your fill of rakish Leonardo DiCaprio this Christmas.
September is a big month in the print world of menswear. It sets the tone for the following season (and, effectively, the remainder of the year).
It also means the page counts are at their bulkiest—so many woolen things, so little time. And in our continued dedication to sussing it all out, we’ve thumbed through the 1,000-plus pages (we’ve thrown in the bonus round of Vanity Fair since they’ve weighed in on the year’s best-dressed men) just for you.
It’s damn near impossible to put Leonardo DiCaprio in a suit and make him look bad. But from the looks of this photo, snapped on the set of Scorsese’s upcoming financial industry takedown, The Wolf of Wall Street, Marty has managed it somehow. It’s hard to tell what’s worse: the button placement, that power tie or the unbridled excess of material—but it’s all another reminder of how good we’ve got it in the double-breasted department nowadays. Keep it tight, gentlemen.