Though that begs the question: if the dysfunctional duo is breaking up, will a new pair of misfits be taking up the True D reins next time around? Because if so, we’ve got a few suggestions for who might fit the bill.
No doubt you’ve heard plenty about the McConaissance by now, both here and elsewhere.
But those who’ve tracked the rise of a once fallen star have overlooked one very important, er, strand: the connection between McConaughey’s theatrical maturation and his increasingly grown-up coiffure.
That’s right, it’s all in the hair. From shaggy dog rom-com purgatory to neatly cut Oscar-nominated actor, Matthew McConaughey has become one of Hollywood’s most dynamic stars. Let’s take a look back at how it happened:
HBO’s dark new crime thriller, True Detective, aired its second, just-as-jarring-as-the-first episode yesterday evening.
And while most critics’ interests have been piqued by the series’ top-shelf talent (see: McConaughey, Harrelson) and grizzly content (see: dead prostitutes, police brutality), we were also struck by the show’s characteristically bleak wardrobe. So far it’s been a lot of muted tones, loose-fitting suits and sweat-soaked undershirts, making one thing perfectly clear: this may also be the ’90s, but it’s a hell of a ways from the in-your-face prep of The Wolf of Wall Street.
You can learn a lot from watching Matthew McConaughey’s movies.
How to get lost in 10 days.
What a really unhealthy weight looks like.
The only right way to wear peach pants.
But turns out, you can learn a lot more by just spending a couple hours in a room with the guy. I was fortunate enough to get a front-row seat to the McConaissance (hat tip to anyone who can go from Fool’s Gold to Oscar nominee in the same decade) at a recent taping of Inside the Actors Studio.
And now we’d like to celebrate our favorite baseball tradition of them all: throwing out the first pitch. Naturally, over the years, more than a few style icons—from JFK to Eddie Vedder—have taken the mound for the inaugural heave, and we’ve rounded up some of the most stylish non-belly-itchers of all time. So, without further ado:
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 Sundance Film Festival is one of the few places it’s considered fashionable to dress like a ski bunny (perhaps also the long weekend of alpine-chic-ness in March known as Aspen Fashion Week). Take James Franco, here, walking the red carpet wearing a grin that calls into question his sobriety—and in a winter sweater from Dockers.
Matthew McConaughey showed up a few minutes later, wearing a puffer jacket with his lift pass still attached. Anywhere else, they’d be lambasted for walking a red carpet in anything less than a blazer, but in Park City, UT, skiwear is the new formalwear. Sure, it’s a small window of opportunity, but when the majority of your life is spent running the press gauntlet, not having to change between a screening and a day on the slopes is one worth capitalizing on.
Last night was an emotional roller coaster for anyone who cares about stammering royalty or Kirk Douglas’ well-being, but we thought we’d offer a few extra awards as a palette cleanser, starting with the best penguin suit of the night. Statuettes are available on request.
Basic Essentials: A.P.C. designer Jean Touitou shares his necessities. [Men.Style]
Earning His Stripes: A look into Paul Smith's colorful mind. [NYMag]
Libel: Despite overwhelming statistical evidence to the contrary, Elle believes that you're turned on by anorexic women and seems ready to blame you for their disease. Of course, we'd say the same thing about Elle, but they're dizzy from skipping lunch. [Jezebel]
P Dippy: A short autopsy of Sean Jean Fall/Winter 08. [Paper]
A Night At The Opera: Alexander Olch finds inspiration at the Met. [The Moment]