Do yourself a favor: go see All Is Lost posthaste. It’s got incredible action, some moments of real solitude and beauty, and of course his eminence Robert Redford giving a gutsy, craggy, understated and altogether haunting performance.
Stylish men have always had a special relationship with beautiful cars.
Probably because, if you think about it, they’re kind of the perfect accessory. Big, shiny, powerful—a little automotive affirmation can go a long way to securing your position in the Court of Cool. (We’re sure the King would agree.) But it’s not only those men defined by their cars who drive cool ones. And we’ve got the photo evidence to prove it.
The prospect of celebrating summer’s inaugural weekend might have you toying with the idea of spending the entire three days in a pair of shorts (especially if you plan on being poolside the whole time).
But going pantsless is a deceptively tricky move—wrought with pitfalls and misconceptions.
More often than not, they’re considered a necessary evil. Tom Ford famously said that a man should never wear them. Inevitably, someone will rib you with that moldy chestnut about never taking a man in shorts seriously. But in the right hands—er, on the right gams—they can be serviceable, arguably even stylish. It’s been done before, to varying degrees of success.
So, as menswear anthropologists, in our quest to find out how we got into this pantsless existential crisis, we present to you:
And now we’d like to celebrate our favorite baseball tradition of them all: throwing out the first pitch. Naturally, over the years, more than a few style icons—from JFK to Eddie Vedder—have taken the mound for the inaugural heave, and we’ve rounded up some of the most stylish non-belly-itchers of all time. So, without further ado:
Now that it’s spring, everything is abloom—even your local newsstands, thanks to the newest crop of magazines swathed in brightly colored menswear.
In other words: the April issues have arrived.
And in our grand tradition of taking the pulse of printed menswear journalism, we’ve thumbed through all of the highly glossy/flammable pages of the usual suspects to give you the rundown on the upcoming trends, recent cultural phenomena and the requisite amount of eye candy.
Tonight, President Obama’s State of the Union address is supposed to inspire progress and federal stimulation. But often, our focus tends to drift to the hapless sea of baggy, demure suiting filling the audience. It’s a sad sight, really—save for our one beacon of sartorial hope, Vice President Joe Biden. (We’re also giving Obama a pass here, since he’s never given us reason to fret in the past.)
If we were less civic-minded, we’d skip the whole thing and fire up a few episodes of House of Cards—if only to be reminded how a well-put-together politician actually looks (a lot like Kevin Spacey, incidentally). In fact, Hollywood seems to be the only place turning out politicians we’d actually want representing us. So, in hopes of moving a few congressmen to up their style game, we present:
The Sundance Film Festival is one of the few places it’s considered fashionable to dress like a ski bunny (perhaps also the long weekend of alpine-chic-ness in March known as Aspen Fashion Week). Take James Franco, here, walking the red carpet wearing a grin that calls into question his sobriety—and in a winter sweater from Dockers.
Matthew McConaughey showed up a few minutes later, wearing a puffer jacket with his lift pass still attached. Anywhere else, they’d be lambasted for walking a red carpet in anything less than a blazer, but in Park City, UT, skiwear is the new formalwear. Sure, it’s a small window of opportunity, but when the majority of your life is spent running the press gauntlet, not having to change between a screening and a day on the slopes is one worth capitalizing on.
So if you’re planning on doing anything remotely snow-related (or skipping ahead to the lodge for some après-ski), here’s what else you need to know.
The Story: The French brand Sunpocket began making sporty foldable sunglasses in the ’70s—not unlike the Persols Steve McQueen favored—that have recently begun gaining traction in the US. This is their first model made specifically for mountaineering and glacier exploration.
Who to Channel: Jean-Claude Killy; Robert Redford in Downhill Racer; a Swiss shipping magnate who’s slope shark by day, lounge lizard by night.
When to Wear It: Skiing, snowshoeing, brunching on a particularly sunny patio (as long as said patio is within walking distance of a chairlift).
Degree of Difficulty: The hand-perforated leather attached to the temples is definitely a statement—that you should either be able to back up with stories of slalom domination or remove when not on a mountain.
A Gentleman’s Guide to Caring About the Grammies: Here’s everything you need to know, if you should suddenly decide to watch the Grammies. (We in no way endorse actually watching the Grammies.) [Vulture]
Stiff Upper Lip: Is Movember good for mustaches or bad for mustaches? One mustache says, “bad.” [Gawker]
Bad Dog: Today in news so depressing, it’s almost a parody: Are military dogs getting PTSD? [NYTimes]
The writer links the new look to everything from lumberjacks to Billy Reid, but the general 70s vibe is unmistakable. In particular, we’d link George Clooney’s Oscar shag to the Condor-era Redford—which seems to suggest the maligned decade is about to get a revival.
It’s the perfect antidote to the trimmed-and-pomaded Mad Men look that made the rounds a few years back—and for good reason. If you were sporting locks this long in ’62, you’d be lucky to get served in a restaurant. Nowadays, you won't even offend your barber.