Stylish men have always had a special relationship with beautiful cars.
Probably because, if you think about it, they’re kind of the perfect accessory. Big, shiny, powerful—a little automotive affirmation can go a long way to securing your position in the Court of Cool. (We’re sure the King would agree.) But it’s not only those men defined by their cars who drive cool ones. And we’ve got the photo evidence to prove it.
But we’ve also been known to bend the rules every so often, because... tequila. And today, we’re revising our stance once more to include the glorious celebration of a fabric that we rely on so dearly during the fall and winter months but won’t see much of for the next six or so. Like most of these holidays, the founding is dubious at best—but ultimately, it feels like a good enough reason to give the rugged wools a proper farewell until we meet again.
This sort of shit never happens to us: 23 candid photos of the Rolling Stones on their 1965 American tour were recently discovered in an unmarked box at a Southern California estate sale.
As for our favorite of the bunch, it’s a toss-up between the above and this photo featuring a pensive 22-year-old Mick drinking a Bud Heavy in the foreground with a pensive, cummerbunded waiter reconsidering his career choice in the background. (Though it’s always a trip to see a youthful Keith still enveloped in unpunctured skin.)
Gore Vidal published 25 novels, two memoirs and reams upon reams of historical and opinionated essays, plays, television dramas and screenplays. “Style,” he once wrote, “is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.” By that definition, one of the most stylish gentlemen we have ever known passed away last night at the age of 86.
We’re not ones to flippantly eulogize. (That’s what Facebook is for.) But every so often, the passing of a great man consequently marks the passing of something greater than just one man, or in the case Mr. Vidal, a Man of Letters—erudite, wittily cynical, well-informed, prolific, compassionate and fearless.
A title may never again befit a gentleman so justly.
This one comes by way of Ron Galella, who managed to capture John Lennon and Mick Jagger in the midst of an accessory-off. Personally, we’d take Mick’s buttonhole rose over John’s ’70s-sized bow tie—but Tom Ford might disagree.
Today marks the street date for the new reissue of the Stones’ Exile on Main Street, for our money the best blues-rock has to offer. The original album comes bundled with a slew of dropped tracks and other completist candy, but the big news is a handful of unfinished songs that the Glimmer Twins went back in the studio to finish up.
More importantly, they’re keeping the gloriously muddy mix intact. If you don’t have a copy of your own, now’s your chance to catch up.
The haul includes a surprisingly sartorial Mick and Keith, plenty of shaggy Beatle shots, and a rare shot of James Brown at work in front of a piano. As usual, they’re at their most stylish when you catch them at work.
A while back we told you about Mick Jagger's daughter Georgia, the latest in a line of rock star offspring to try her hand at modeling. Now comes news from across the pond that rock'n'roll prince of darkness Nick Cave's son Jethro is following suit.
Young Jethro, 18, who lives in his dad's native Australia and bears a striking similarity to the Bad Seed, has apparently ditched his legal (and perfectly fine last name of Lazenby in favor of Cave. He has so far appeared in UK hipster rags *i-D* and *Dazed & Confused*, and was recently flown to Paris to meet with French fashion house Balenciaga. Of course, what he really wants to do is produce (music).
We've been under no illusions as to Mick Jagger's impressive fecundity, but we thought we'd seen all the gorgeous children the wrinkly Rolling Stone planned to crank out in this lifetime. Turns out we overlooked Georgia May, 16, his drop-dead daughter by legendary stunner Jerry Hall.
Georgia just made her modeling debut in the UK for the *Mail on Sunday*'s You magazine, and we think the girl's gonna go places. She's got the signature lippage, for one thing, and has obviously been practicing poppa's pout. And in case you're wondering what it's like having Mick as a dad, Georgie confesses to the mag, “He's not as cool as you'd think he'd be.”
Brazilian jewelry designer / socialite Luigi Tadini—full name Gian Luigi de Almeida Prado Tadini—is one of those rare fellows who can pull off an ascot. You might say he's carved out something of a niche in the offbeat neckwear department.
Tadini, a sometime model who also had a small role in *The Devil Wears Prada*, describes his style as “a mix between a young Mick Jagger and 40 year-old Cary Grant and perhaps a little Alain Delon”. The man knows his references, at least.
At the house of Bill Blass, where he was recently installed as creative director, young designer Peter Som is overseeing the women's line (Michael Bastian has control of menswear). But Som, who worked for the late Mr. Blass himself after graduating from the Parsons School of Design and who debuted his own collection in 2001, is no sartorial slouch.
Back before they turned into the geriatric juggernaut that seems to be on a never-ending world tour, the Rolling Stones were the coolest rock band in the universe. In 1969, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and the gang crisscrossed the country in support of their album *Beggar's Banquet*, culminating in the infamous free concert at Altamont in Northern California where Hell's Angels killed a member of the audience.