Today’s must-reads from around the Internet.
Today marks the official start of the NFL season and New York Fashion Week.
So we’re connecting the dots by taking a look back–all the way back, to the 1920s–at the most stylish NFL players of all time. (And yes, we’re grading on a steep curve here.) So, without further ado:
It’s football season. So we thought it might be a good time to talk on the phone with John Elway. The HOF Broncos QB is currently working with Dove Men+Care on their really well-executed Journey to Comfort campaign.
The NFL season kicked off over the weekend, with Washington Redskins rookie quarterback Robert Griffin III (“RG3”) emerging as the top story from week one. The photo above was snapped moments after Griffin completed an 88-yard pass to Pierre Garcon, resulting in his first NFL touchdown. The ’Skins went on to upset New Orleans 40-32. In other news, Peyton Manning is still good at football.
Remember, nobody cares about your fantasy football team nearly as much as you do.
September is a big month in the print world of menswear. It sets the tone for the following season (and, effectively, the remainder of the year).
It also means the page counts are at their bulkiest—so many woolen things, so little time. And in our continued dedication to sussing it all out, we’ve thumbed through the 1,000-plus pages (we’ve thrown in the bonus round of Vanity Fair since they’ve weighed in on the year’s best-dressed men) just for you.
The former 49ers quarterback and NFL Hall of Famer has just emerged as one of the new faces of Uniqlo, headlining a motley crew of skaters, bloggers and singers who have mostly San Franciscan ties (the Japanese superstore is finally making the westward push in early October).
In addition to the obligatory tech-y plugs (sounds like he’s done his homework), he mentions his penchant for “an interesting collar, or a pocket that’s different,” which could mean there’s hope yet for Joe Cool’s style—we’ve been wary ever since he made the baffling decision to endorse Shape-ups (a long line of questionable judgment we assume began when he agreed to those two fateful years in Kansas City). But we’ve got to think this is a step in the right direction.
The legendary Russian theater director Constantin Stanislavski knew a bullshit actor when he saw one. Before entering his studio for the first time, performers were required to answer the following question: “Did you come here to serve art, and to make sacrifices for its sake, or to exploit your own personal ends?”
This seems like as good a barometer as any for measuring the acting prowess of professional athletes.
If Stanislavski were to sift through all the car dealership commercials, deodorant ads and soft-core porn films featuring ballplayers (as we have done for the past 48 hours), we’re confident that these 10 performances would rise to the top. That’s assuming, of course, he pressed on despite stumbling upon this Wilt Chamberlain commercial for laxatives.
Vladimir Putin was reelected president of Russia on Sunday by a wide (though suspect) margin. As the Moscow Times reports, though, he never really left in the first place. And if he wins the next election, he will have been in charge of Russia for over 20 years—longer than Stalin. Other stories to assist in your Monday morning reentry…
We can say with relative certainty that four men had a rougher weekend than you: Billy Cundiff and Kyle Williams single-handedly lost NFL divisional playoff games for their respective teams, Mitt Romney coughed up a double-digit lead to lose in South Carolina (and, retroactively, in Iowa), and Italy’s least favorite cruise captain Francesco Schettino was charged with yet another count of manslaughter as the 14th passenger’s body was discovered off the coast of Giglio.
So… it could be worse.
2012’s first weekend was full of impressive feats: Tim Tebow led his Broncos to a white-knuckled, overtime victory against the Steelers; Rep. Gabrielle Giffords said the Pledge of Allegiance in front of thousands of supporters Sunday, one year after being shot in the head; Rick Santorum somehow managed to offend gays and Mormons in the same sentence; and a Papa John’s employee was (extremely) fired after listing an Asian-American customer’s name as “lady chinky eyes” on the receipt. It sounds like an honest mistake…
It was a good weekend.
We witnessed a breakthrough in touchdown celebrations, a borough sprang to the defense of the brave scientist who discovered the G spot, and, in New York, thousands of drunken Santas descended on Grand Central Station for a crazed dance party. Here’s what you may have missed…
It’s been a busy weekend. Jay Cutler was wounded, Kenneth Cole joined the Occupy crowd, and a radio DJ accidentally implicated Christopher Walken in an open murder case. In case you missed it, we’ve got a full update after the jump.
We thought we’d take this opportunity to clarify a subtle yet crucial distinction between two commonly confused types of facial hair: the Fu Manchu and the Biker Mustache.
Very few people actually pull off an authentic Fu Manchu, first seen on screen in The Mystery of Dr. Fu Manchu (1923) and then on every Chinese villain ever since. The hair is grown only from the upper lip and hangs down either side of the mouth—but the sides remain clean-shaven.
The American version of the Fu Manchu has come to be known as “The Biker Mustache” or “The Horseshoe” because of its shape and popularity with modern cowboys. It consists of a full mustache with vertical extensions down to the jawline.
We’re guessing you don’t actually know anyone who has a Fu Manchu.
As connoisseurs of history, we sometimes find styles, habits and turns of phrase from the past that we wouldn’t mind bringing back to the present, Doc Brown-style. This time around, we’re dusting off the single-bar kicker’s helmet.
Like most of you, we are all in favor of the NFL doing whatever is necessary to protect its players. Ease up on the defenseless receiver. Respect the fair catch. Save the horse collar tackles for the rodeo ring.
As connoisseurs of history, we sometimes find styles, trends and turns of phrase from the past that we wouldn’t mind bringing back to the present, Doc Brown-style. This time around, we’re dusting off the two-sport professional athlete.
These days, nobody seems to know what Bo knew.
We’re not talking about breaking bats over your leg (though we wish someone could figure out how to do that in one attempt, too.)
We’re referring, rather, to the seemingly lost art of playing more than one professional sport. Bo Jackson’s name was synonymous with the practice in the 90’s, thanks to his penchant for blasting stratospheric home runs into the upper fountain at Royals Stadium while averaging the second-most yards-per-carry in NFL history.
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