Now that it’s spring, everything is abloom—even your local newsstands, thanks to the newest crop of magazines swathed in brightly colored menswear.
In other words: the April issues have arrived.
And in our grand tradition of taking the pulse of printed menswear journalism, we’ve thumbed through all of the highly glossy/flammable pages of the usual suspects to give you the rundown on the upcoming trends, recent cultural phenomena and the requisite amount of eye candy.
The gentleman before you is Hedi Slimane, occasional photographer and sculptor, and (as of this morning) official creative director of Yves Saint Laurent, a post once held by Tom Ford, Stefano Pilati and, just 12 years ago, Hedi himself.
It’s big news in the capital-F Fashion world, but it should make a difference for anyone with lapels—even if you’re not keeping an eye on runway shows. So we’ve put together a quick guide to why you should care...
The bouffant gets a more styled look in this month’s BlackBook, but we prefer to see it in the wild—particularly since it means there’s still a touch of blue at his roots. Combed upward and set against Ronson’s usual dapper style, the peroxide touch seems like a callback to early 80s Bowie, which is a comparison any genre-bender should be happy about.
And, lest we forget, it’s a pretty fantastic suit.
Mr. Kent, I Presume: Matt Singer collaborates with Selima Optique to create the perfect secret identity: a pair of black-framed glasses. We always thought Clark Kent was an underrated style icon. [Valet]
Ladies…: Jesse Thorn delivers a passionate monologue on the importance of dumping your boyfriend in favor of a well-dressed style blogger who knows more about Italian film. Anyway, that’s what we got out of it. [Put This On]
See Also: Death, Taxes: Why the paywall is here to stay. [CrunchGear]
The Beat Goes On: Even wearing a black polo with a popped collar in the middle of summer, Mark Ronson can do no wrong. [GQ Eye]
We ran across this Ronson-esque Swedish fellow on Lookbook and we have to saw, he’s raised our opinion of the entire country. Maybe it’s the suit, but we’re suddenly warming to the idea of suspenders too.
Back before he became a big time music producer and multi-Grammy winner, Mark Ronson used to DJ all the hottest parties in town—and some out of town as well (ask him about the time he flew to Milan to DJ at a Gucci soirée and got in a shouting match with Charlize Theron.) His sartorial acumen has increased appreciably since those days behind the decks; onstage these days he affects a sort of dapper nouveau-rockabilly vibe, necktie always knotted just so.