Sound the trumpets…
No, Jude Law didn’t manage to sneak his way into the Royal Box at Wimbledon today…
The man next to Pippa is the one Middleton who doesn’t get much shine on this side of the pond: their brother, James.
But with the combination of that beard and blogger-blue suit, he just might be the next style icon to emerge from the royal set. It’s as good as anything you’re seeing from Paris and Milan right now, and he’s just going about his business. Which includes hobnobbing with the likes of Lady Mary Crawley. He finished the mostly blue palette with a pair of dark suede lace-ups and that burgundy tie. Not a bad look to crib for the many public appearances you’ll be making this summer.
This isn’t the first time we’ve championed dressing up for a flight, and it won’t be the last, but here’s a perfect example of what we mean…
You’re looking at the Italian National Team stepping off their flight to Brazil for the World Cup. In three-piece suits.
It’s one dapper sight to behold, and unlike Team USA who, naturally, opted for sweatpants—okay, it wasn’t that bad, they wore sleek, Nike-issued warm-ups—the Italians look like they’ve dressed for the occasion. Because it’s not just about getting to the tourney, it’s about arriving on the grandest of world stages and looking like you’re supposed to be there—before even stepping foot on the pitch.
Most of the red-carpet style chatter centers around Hollywood, but there was some serious style on display from the Broadway set at last night’s Tony Awards.
And for the most part, everyone kept it on the straight and narrow—not a bad thing when it comes to traditional formal dress—but there was one slight departure we could get behind: Bryan Cranston’s dotted bow tie. It’s the sort of subtle swagger that nabs you the Anthony for best actor. Bravo, sir. Bravo.
We’ve said it before and we’ll say it again: the Cannes Film Festival always seems to turn up some of the best style moments.
And the latest example happened just over the weekend…
Kempt Man of the Hour, James McAvoy, please take a bow.
This is exactly how you Cannes-ify a three-piece suit—the one in question here is a Burberry number: keep the look buttoned-up until you hit the collar and ditch the tie. A Mediterranean backdrop and a starlet on your arm also helps.
Over the weekend, the Pebble Beach golf course held its annual pro-am tournament featuring a who’s who of bold-faced names in sports and entertainment: John Daly, Phil Mickelson, Tom Brady, Jeb Bush, Kenny G… the list goes on.
But the brightest star of the weekend was undoubtedly Clint Eastwood—because he saved a man’s life.
Recently there have been multiple Richard Gere sightings that can only be described as gloriously #menswear-y. Let’s take a closer look at the photographic evidence and try to unlock the mystery of why he’s dressed like an eccentric philanthropist:
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing a three-time MOTH and all-time Venice Film Festival legend in the making…
George Clooney, please take a bow.
Yes, we’ve already extolled the many virtues of a tuxedoed Cloons, but there’s something magical that happens when the fantastic silver fox lands in Venice. (We’d chalk it up to all those summers spent on Lake Como.) This week he was in town to open the festival with his sci-fi thriller, Gravity, and has already been spotted piloting one of those glamorous wooden speedboats in a T-shirt, waltzing into press shoots with open-collared nonchalance and finishing the night with his signature red-carpet-dominating notch-lapel tux. It’s swagger in its unabbreviated, originally intended form, and we wouldn’t mind seeing a few more encores.
After a 77-year rift, Andy Murray brought the golden chalice of Wimbledon victory home to the UK, sweeping the men’s final in three sets against Novak Djokovic.
He took to the Wimbledon Champions Ball last night dressing the part. Both he and longtime girlfriend Kim Sears were head-to-toe in Burberry. Murray kept to high-and-tight British tradition, donning a satin-lapel tuxedo and patent leather ceremonial shoes.
For this, we’re bestowing the honor of Kempt’s Man of the Hour, which we’re sure is the real highlight in becoming a national hero and tennis legend.
Well done, sir.
There was plenty of good style on display during last night’s Tony Awards, but our favorite was Zachary Levi’s double-breasted midnight-blue tuxedo.
He wasn’t one of the big names on the red carpet—you might recognize him as the titular character from Chuck, and his chances of becoming a household name might slightly improve once the next Thor movie hits theaters—but he managed to land the best tuxedo on Broadway last night. Due in part to the deftly tailored suiting, but we’re mostly digging that tipped pocket square—a little accent that goes a long way in getting noticed in the more dapper circles of the red-carpet circuit.
Of course, earning MOTH honors is another very strong step in the right direction.
Last night, New York’s fashion elite flooded Lincoln Center in droves. Miles of silken-draped legs, notched lapels and graciously plunging necklines, all there to celebrate the next evolution of style and suiting at the 32nd installment of the CFDA Awards.
Top honors went to menswear elite Steven Cox and Daniel Silver of Duckie Brown, Michael Bastian and our Man of the Hour, Thom Browne, taking home the title of CFDA’s Menswear Designer of the Year.
He swept the stage, accepting the award kitted out in the very same cropped-suit silhouette for which he is known.
Flashing a little leg will apparently get you everywhere.
It doesn’t get much better than this when it comes to dressing for the equally Mediterranean and glamorous climate of Cannes.
Yesterday, to kick off the cinematic festivities, Joel Edgerton showed up to the inaugural photo call as Cannes personified: an airy off-white suit with peak lapels, a crisp white shirt with collar open, an interesting pocket square and a pair of Wayfarers (he ditched them once the flashbulbs started popping).
Last time we checked in on the Gatsby crew, we were less than thrilled with the turnout, but we’re taking it all back with regards to Edgerton (the charcoal grays from Leo and Tobey still felt a bit out of place) and giving him top MOTH honors.
It’s worth the whole damn bunch of Palme d’Ors put together.
At first, the luxurious coating of snow brought on by the weekend’s blizzard only added to the high-fashion-meets-winter-wonderland spirit of the street style photos being snapped outside of NYFW.
Then it all turned to slush. Navigating sidewalks in anything less than boots became a treacherous ordeal. But in the midst of the haute melee, one man, Knickerbocker Tyson Chandler, rose to the occasion—by swooping up his wife and whisking her to the safety of Lincoln Center. Naturally, the ever-present Tommy Ton was there to catch the moment while on assignment for Style.com. The snap feels especially timely with Valentine’s Day on the horizon—not to mention a welcome dose of tenderness in the often unaffectionate fashion scene. To think, we once derided the seven-footer’s overly drapiness as the opposite of MOTH material.
Luckily, Mr. Chandler has more than redeemed himself.
It’s not often we’ve given Kempt’s Man of the Hour distinction to a fictional character, but in honor of season 2 of the Showtime series House of Lies, we’re making an exception—to applaud leading man Marty Kaan (played by Don Cheadle, who received a Golden Globe for last season’s tour de force).
As the Internet’s torchbearers of gentlemanliness, we’re obligated to mention that Kaan plays by his own rules (something that goes a long way in the personal style department), so there’s plenty to learn from the boardroom-dominating firebrand—whether it’s his stance on boundaries (never enter a liaison that could one day involve Jean-Ralphio) or the running man (Kristen Bell is still working on it, we hope). He’s also got his own nuanced take on politeness. Tune in for more life lessons Sunday at 10pm EST.
Remember: Marty knows best.
We meet again, Mr. Firth…
We haven’t seen much of Colin Firth since his meteoric King’s Speech-era run, when he left red carpets and Oscar acceptance podiums in his Tom Ford-fueled wake. And then he showed up this week at the premiere of his new film, Gambit, looking like he hadn’t missed a beat. We’ll assume this three-piece was another Tom Ford joint, which Firth lends his quintessential British unassuming-dandy-ness to perfectly. The whole thing is harder to pull off than he makes it look—especially the peak lapels—but he does it by keeping it simple in the tie and shirt department. And having some American-born arm candy doesn’t hurt either.
Pictures of the Timberlake-Biel nuptials that went down in Italy about a week ago hit the newsstands today, and we’ve got to hand it to the guy—he cleans up well and married a very attractive lady. (That’s Kempt Man of the Hour material.)
The key was his tuxedo (a custom job from Tom Ford). It was a peak lapel, tipped in grosgrain and cut with a trim fit with some wiggle room that we’ll assume had the dance floor in mind, not the mid-photo-shoot jumping. He also went the extra mile with the studded shirt buttons, which is always a classy touch.
All in all, not a bad way to spend a long weekend in Italy.
When you’re running the show, it helps to dress the part.
So we were pleasantly surprised to see Jimmy Kimmel show up to his Emmy hosting gig in a notched-lapel tuxedo that was tailored to perfection. It’s especially impressive because comedians, in general, have a hard time taking anything seriously—even when dressing themselves (Ricky Gervais comes to mind). And Kimmel didn’t just play it safe with the typical grosgrain-ribbon job, he went charcoal and three-piece, and nailed it—more proof that there’s no substitute for a good tailor.
And that vest really tied the dapper ringmaster look together.
He may very well be the least athletic man in all of London this week, but Mayor Boris Johnson is our pick for breakout star of the 2012 games.
There’s a whole lot to love about this guy: the foppish mop of impossibly blond hair, the eternally optimistic grin, the Buster Keaton–esque stunts—we’re on board for all of it.
Here he is celebrating England’s first gold medal yesterday by fearlessly taking the maiden voyage on Victoria Park’s new zipline, which lost the entirety of its zip halfway through the mayor’s passage. Witnesses report that Johnson spent nearly five minutes suspended in the air waving two British flags and leading the adoring audience below in celebratory song.
Tremendous, Mr. Mayor. A little short of superb, perhaps, but on cracking form. Don’t change a thing.
We usually don’t make exceptions. But when we stumbled upon The Telegraph’s obituary of Count Robin de la Lanne-Mirrlees, we felt obligated to honor him as Kempt Man of the Hour—even if it is a week past his ability to collect on it.
Mirrlees’s life story is the kind you couldn’t make up if you tried–so fantastically “Ruritanian,” in fact, that Ian Fleming leaned on their friendship for inspiration when writing the Bond novels. The obit is worth a read, and lends some insight into the sort of well-lived life a gentleman should strive for. (You’ll want to start by logging a few hundred more hours in your tuxedo.) In just a sampling of the article, things go from reading like your typical social diary (“he embarked upon a rococo career”), to verging on the absurd monologue of an arch villain who spent summers in Rangoon (he “claimed descent from an ancient Basque family, whose members were said to be born without earlobes”), to near-mythical moments of iconoclasm (as legend has it, he coined the Bond family motto, “The world is not enough”).
It’s how we all should want to be remembered one day.
Just as we’ve been noticing the T-shirt-and-blazer look having a moment on the streets of Florence and Milan, this caught our eye…
Ex-Portugal soccer star Luís Figo, in the stands for the Portugal-Czech Republic match at Euro 2012, rocking a national team soccer jersey, jeans and a navy blazer. High degree of difficulty here—we could see a lot of US soccer dorks messing this up—but Figo managed to pull off the look with ease.
It helps when you have world-class hair. And bone structure.
You may have noticed something out of the ordinary during LaDainian Tomlinson’s retirement speech on Monday. He looked… happy. Like, truly happy—not Brett Favre happy. Perhaps that’s because he was being given the ultimate honor—the San Diego Chargers, with whom he racked up the majority of his 13,684 career yards—signed LT to a one-day contract so he could retire a Bolt. In return, he busted out a fetching summer bow tie/pocket square combo with just the right amount of San Diego Charger blue.
Billy Reid is on a tear. And when you look this good in your own designs, it’s no wonder.
Last night Mr. Reid took home the CFDA Award for Menswear Designer of the Year. And today he’s taking home MOTH honors—consider it a victory lap—with that pitch-perfect ivory double-breasted jacket and bow tie in check. When everyone else was treading in tuxedos or vaguely metallic suits, he stuck to his Southern gentleman roots. It’s what’s brought him success time and time again. And we don’t see it failing him anytime in the near future. Bravo, Billy.
An honorable mention goes to Prabal Gurung, who cleaned up nice and made an impeccable choice in arm candy: Zoe Saldana. See them in action after the jump.»
With the gaze of the fashion set firmly locked on Cannes this week, everyone missed the blaze of dapperness happening just a yacht-ride away in Athens. The Brits sent over aging firebrand David Beckham to light the Olympic torch for London 2012 and bring it home for the ceremonial torch relay across the hosting country. If there’s one thing we’ve always known about the guy: he cleans up well. But this goes beyond that, with the navy kit, contrast spread collar, pocket square and tie clip—a smart move when dealing with an open flame. It came together so well, he was mistakenly introduced as “Sir” more than once.
We would have also accepted the tucked tie in this situation.
Cannes opened its annual week of pomp and circumstance with a screening of Moonrise Kingdom. And it was as if everything fell into place perfectly. The calculated whimsy, pitch-perfect weather, Bill Murray acting a fool while Wes Anderson et al watched in bemused exasperation. And it all captured the essence of what Cannes is: beautiful people, dressing well, having fun. They nailed it. All of ’em. Together. Joe Cool Willis cracking a smile, Murray being the wily old codger he is, juxtaposed with the buttoned-up Anderson, and to finish: a surprisingly stylish Norton (he really ties the room together). Way to set the tone for the week to come, fellas. Bravo.
It’s no secret that Tom Ford has been the driving force behind Colin Firth’s recently impeccable run at premieres and awards podiums everywhere—so it should come as no surprise that Mr. Ford can dress himself for the red carpet. Here he is at last night’s Met Ball, standing out in a field that was particularly formidable—everyone seems to be taking black-tie seriously again, thank goodness.
The difference here is that, even though we’re dealing with a double-breasted tux, a large bow tie and a larger boutonniere—all potentials for overdoing it—he keeps it in check, and in a black-and-white palette that manages to not look so, um, “Tom Ford.”
And having a supermodel at your side never hurts.
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