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The Five Gallery Shows to Put on Your Calendar

  • Kempt Staff


The well-documented punksploitation that happened on the Met Gala’s red carpet the other night got us thinking about our love for the impromptu gallery visit.

And with it, a new season of artistic exhibitions opening across the globe in the next few weeks. So we thought we’d survey the art scene to bring you the five gallery shows worth visiting the next time you’re feeling particularly artsy in London... or Houston...

Herewith, your seasonal dose of culture.»

Abby Is Not Giving Your Shirt Back

The Love Song of Johnny Ramone: A choice excerpt from Johnny Ramone’s posthumous autobiography, detailing his early days in ’70s New York. [NYMag]

Panico in the Disco: Derek Guy details an afternoon with Naples’s own Antonio Panico, complete with copious espresso and patch pockets. [styleforum]

“Toward a More Bohemian Lifestyle”: The poetry of Glenn O’Brien, as relayed by the Unknown Hipster. [The Unknown Hipster]

The Wet Look Returns: In honor of Mad Men’s incipient return, here’s a guide to one of the best-loved Draper-era hair creams, Groom & Clean. [The American Project]

The Best Action Movie You’ve Ever Seen


Action movies usually hit some pretty familiar beats: there’s running, maybe some purposeful walking, fist fights, explosions, driving cars into things.... We’re not complaining, but for a busy man sitting through 90 minutes of film for a few adrenaline jolts can be downright inefficient.

Fortunately, a gentleman named Jacob Bricca has done a little condensing. The resulting video (hat tip) is three and a half minutes of the action genre at its most pure, soundtracked by eighties punk stalwarts The Jesus Lizard. The clips come from forty-seven different flicks of varying awesomeness—including The Last Temptation of Christ, improbably enough—but it’s less about spotting the influence than basking in the pyrotechnic excess of it all. To be played at maximum volume…

Prepare yourself»

Saunas are the New Nude Beaches


This Sporting Life: Jacques Magazine is up to its old tricks again. [ANIMAL]

Punk’s Not Dead: Wired rounds up some of the best punk snaps the world has to offer. [Raw File]

Be Easy: Some of Dennis Hopper’s best early snaps. Think cowboy hats, not anesthesia masks. [Secret Forts]

Pick a Card: Apparently Adam Kimmel is friends with David Blaine. Honestly, we’re still coming to terms with that fact. [Interview]

Roger’s Adventures in Punk Rock


One of the big upshots of Roger Ebert’s ongoing victory lap is all the cool stuff he’s managed to dig up from his files. Case in point: his never-filmed script for a Sex Pistols movie, newly posted after more than 30 years of sitting in a file cabinet somewhere. It’s no Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, but he still managed to invent a dance called “The Grapple” and concoct a junk-fueled love scene between Sid Vicious and his mother. We eagerly await the condensed YouTube reenactment.

The Art of the Bootleg


The band t-shirt’s always been a contentious item—and it’s only gotten worse in the age of Pitchfork—but we’ve still got a soft spot for a good screenprinted tee. Especially if it comes with a few smudges and a good story.

These tees come from Cesar Padilla’s latest tome Ripped: T-Shirts from the Underground, an ode to the bootlegged t-shirts of the 70s and 80s, and they’re some of the better punk artifacts out there. Padilla’s also the man behind Cherry, one of New York’s better vintage shops, so he’s had plenty of time to cull the best of the best. For your own wardrobe, we’d suggest something a little more recent and a little less historical—just so you don’t have to borrow someone else’s story—but there’s no harm in looking.

See some of our favorite band shirts»

Gone Skankin’


For a few years in the 60s, the plaid blazer was the height of country club sartorial adventurousness. But for the past 30 years, it’s been worn with a decidedly different intent.

These days you’re most likely to see it in a record store, accompanied by a Mohawk and a full set of piercings. The off-color patch makes it clear Junya Watanabe is on the latter side of the equation with this Commes des Garcons item. But maybe he should have checked with Vivienne Westwood before he took this one on. He seems to have missed the point.

The appeal of the loud plaid blazer doesn’t just come from the fact that it looks like something Curtis LeMay wore on weekends. It also looks like something you picked up at a vintage store for $5, which might make its boutique appeal somewhat limited…

Spirit of ‘77


The punk years were pretty rough, both economically and sartorially speaking, but there’s no doubting Debbie Harry was one of the highlights.

Add in a few older gents settling into wine-soaked adulthood—we’re looking at you, Bowie and Keef—and it’s a photoset we’re more willing to take a glance at. The photos are all courtesy of godfather of rock photography Bob Gruen (hat tip to Phazerblast), and there’s plenty to like.

Don’t be surprised if the jeans look familiar.

See more of the scene»



This month’s GQ had a few nice items, but we have to take issue with this bit of wisdom (on p58, for the curious):

Fingerless gloves have always struck me as too raggedy—fine for a punk rocker or a chimney sweep, but that’s about it. This season, though, Bottega Veneta has turned that notion on its head and is offering cashmere fingerless gloves that are more than chic. I love the idea of a punk rocker (a rich one) in full-on rock garb but with luxurious gloves

When their target buyer is a rich punk rocker, it’s usually not a good sign»

The Great Rock And Roll Swindle

seditionaries_crop.jpgImage via Selectism

It turns out even the great MOTH Malcom McLaren isn’t immune to a little swindle now and then. His historic punk clothing line—originally titled *SEX*, but eventually known as *Seditionaries*—has run into a nasty counterfeiting trade run by Simon Easton. Of course, the 30-year-old threads are collector’s items by now, so the price tags get pretty high. WWD reports that Easton has sold 80,000 UKP worth of fake merch to collectors, including artist Damien Hirst.

McLaren comments in the article, “I would never have thought 30 years ago when I was making this stuff on my kitchen table that someone would want to copy it like a Goya or a Van Gogh.” Of course, knowing McLaren, the thought has probably crossed his mind dozens of times, but it's a little too flattering. The clothes are more like history than fashion or art. The reason collectors and museums are clamoring for them—and creating a market for counterfeits—is because of McLaren’s own swindle. His SEX shop in 1977’s London was the first time anyone had thought of charging top dollar for ripped, stained clothing.

He did it all with a knowing smirk, but it didn’t stop him from getting rich. Surely he wouldn’t begrudge a fellow con man a swindle of his own?

Black Flag Haircuts


Hard-Core Cuts: The changing hairstyles of noted dandies Black Flag documented once and for all. [WFMU]

Above the Knee: More timely advice on men's shorts. [NYMag]

Sit, Stay, Good Dog: Taking off on the Japanese waif-boy trend, Korean girls are treating their beaus like pets. As long as we get a tummy rub and a biscuit, we're kinda okay with this. [Geekologie]

Father Knows Best?: The worst TV dads of all time collected just in time for father's day. You can always say to yourself, "Well, at least Pops was no Eric Camden." [Art of Manliness]

Flip Flopper: Blue-eyed, honey-blond men's fashion blogger Amanda Brooks can play with our thongs anytime. [Men's Vogue]