Today was the Patriots’ victory parade, and the gents from our Boston bureau alerted us to the following...
While most attendees and honorees showed up in baggy sweatpants and oversize jerseys, wide receiver Julian Edelman showed up in slim-fitting gray pants, suede sneakers, a white V-neck, wayfarers and an unbuttoned cardigan with artfully pushed-up sleeves.
Add to that a slick new haircut, the full-term playoff beard and his Ferris Bueller–esque antics atop his duck boat, and we couldn’t help but honor him as Man of the Hour. (Albeit somewhat begrudgingly from the non-Pats-fans.)
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.
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.