12(studio albums) + 1(intrepid Bowie cover) x 4(Grammys) = one hell of a career
Throughout two decades of sonic innovation, Beck has brought the same penchant for radical experimentation to his personal style as his music. On the heels of yet another renaissance with this week’s Morning Phase debut, we’re taking a good hard look at his best and worst eras of dressing.
When it comes to music, what you listen to is your own business—when you’re listening on headphones, at least.
But what you might not realize is that whatever you’ve got jammed into your ears or slung across your cranium is projecting something to the world. In other words, the most important choice you make when listening to tunes on the go isn’t about the music, it’s the headphones.
Consider denim. It’s sturdy. Loyal. Cleans up nice. So we’re giving denim—in all of its forms—the credit it deserves by declaring it Denim Week here on Kempt…
Every Wednesday from here on out, we’re giving you a piece of our minds. Actually, more like five pieces. It’s a chance to get a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick—you know, beyond the usual Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. So welcome to our most personal weekly feature: The Kempt Five.
Every Wednesday from here on out, we’re giving you a piece of our minds. Actually, more like five pieces. It’s a chance to get a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick—you know, beyond the usual Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. So, welcome to our newest and most personal weekly feature: The Kempt Five.
Every Wednesday from here on out, we’re giving you a piece of our minds. Actually, more like five pieces. It’s a chance to get a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick—you know, beyond the usual Internet handsomeness we’re serving up daily. So welcome to our newest and most personal weekly feature: The Kempt Five.
All right, the man’s not perfect. But he’s your father. And this Sunday, you have to show him that you appreciate that.
Now, fathers are certainly easier than mothers when it comes to these sorts of things. All dear ol’ Dad probably expects is your presence and a strong handshake. And maybe a card. But since he taught you not to do anything half-assed—for better or worse—you should probably go ahead and get the guy something anyway. And no excuses here; you can afford to splurge a little on the man you owe half your existence to.
From GQ to Cool Hunting to Vanity Fair, everyone’s got their opinions on where you should spend that pretty penny. So in an effort to simplify the decision, we’ve cut through all that noise and chosen our favorites… of their favorites.
Memorial Day weekend is finally here, and with it: the unofficial start to summer.
In preparation for the big festivities, this week we’ve helped you choose the right grilling apron, pick up a nifty bottle opener and learn the ins and outs of spending an entire three-day weekend pleasantly sloshed. And now, there’s only one thing left: the music.
There are a million ways you could go with this sort of thing, but there’s one theme that every barbecue party in America is going to have this weekend: summer. And that’s why we’ve put together a comprehensive, multi-genre-and-era-spanning playlist in which each song either has the word “summer” in its title or the season plays a major part in its lyrics. And we conveniently turned it into a Spotify playlist.
Last fall, when the music video for Psy’s “Gangnam Style” was still
conquering the charts, we felt compelled to scrutinize a few of its most daring style moments to better understand the cultural phenomenon.
And we learned some things in the process (namely: the mystifying powers of a triple-breasted dress shirt).
But we’ve come to realize that while there might be style lessons to be learned from modern-day music videos, the past is really where it’s at. So today we’re going back to the ’80s to have a look at Duran Duran’s video for “Rio.” It might not have had the same fanfare as their raunchy “Girls on Film,” but this is the video where they let their sartorial greatness shine, as they sailed the open sea, flitted around the beach with their bikini-clad nymphs and played the sax on cliffs… and rafts.
Nothing brings out a gentleman’s most pragmatic sense of personal style more than facing the hot, hot heat.
And with Coachella kicking off its two-weekend run of concerts in the sweltering California desert tomorrow, there’s no better place to witness this firsthand—especially onstage, where true wills of sartorial resolve are tested.
Which is why there are some valuable lessons to be learned from those who manage to maintain a rakish poise even when performing high-kicks in the unforgiving desert sun. (Hint: sometimes you’ve got to embrace the sweatiness.) So we present to you…
Once upon a time, someone could say the word “rock star,” and you would immediately get a mental picture of what that looked like. Dark shades. A leather jacket. Impossibly tight pants. All hung on a skinny, heroin-addict-y, borderline-malnourished frame.
Yeah, it was pretty great.
But at some point in the ’90s, rock stars… well, stopped being rock stars. They either looked like off-duty grad students (Radiohead, Weezer) or guys who spent too much time in the weight room (Limp Bizkit and so on). Bono cut his hair, the Rolling Stones became an oldies show, and grunge passed its expiration date.
If you’re wondering why it’s feeling a bit more spring-like on Kempt today, we’d like to direct your attention to the column on the left—where we’ve refreshed our seasonal crop of must-haves.
We’ve conjured a spring fever dream of baseball, gardening and corduroys that don’t have a hint of fall in them. Allow us to show you the way.»
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