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A lot of great new labels arrived on the scene in 2011—the most we’ve seen in recent memory—so we thought we’d give a much-deserved victory lap to our five favorites. They range from homegrown Italiana to biker-tough outerwear, and they’ve been pulling together some of the most exciting ideas in menswear and making clued-in gentlemen look like rock stars from February on. If you were waiting for a chance to get acquainted, now’s the time.
Continuing our run of handsome double-breasted suits, we present one Theodore Crispino, with a perfect specimen of the aforementioned suit.
It’s not exactly casual—if he wanted that, he would have worn something you can unbutton—but it’s more of a uniform. In menswear, that’s a pretty good tradeoff. It doesn’t hurt that this one is cut high and tight, and perfectly accessorized with the peeking pocket square and a barely visible polka dot tie. This, gentlemen, is how it’s supposed to look.
Naturally, Mr. Crispino is a tailor, so he designed the suit himself and had it stitched together the legendary and beloved Martin Greenfield. This kind of expertise doesn’t come easy. But if you find yourself commissioning a doubled suit of your own, you could do a lot worse than giving them this picture.
Chuck Rock: The collision of Converse and
gabba-gabba-hey. [
Guardian]
Labor Pains: That BR sweater you’re wearing for
casual Friday might have blood on it. [One
World]
Along Came a Spider: We knew a kid in High School who
drove an Alfa Romeo, which was so cool because it was as sexy as a
Porsche but cost less than our used Saab SE. We don’t know what to
think about this new one. [Luxist]
Deal Alert: Suit up for your next expedition at
Freeman’s Sporting Club and then stop in for a cut and shave. Tell Van
we sent you. [
Hairy Beast: Arctic Muskox is the new hotness,
dontcha know. [
Suitable Wardrobe]
Outside The Lines: Martin Greenfield shares his craft
with Band of Outsiders. [
Screen Shots: DJ/Designer Matt Creed professes his
love for Gawker – meaning it’s only mere moments before they sully his
good name. [VanityFair.com]
