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Anouck Lepere Is Absconding with Your Shirt

  • Kempt Staff

Rad Hatters: GQ’s resident hat scholar, Justin Doss, tips us off to a clandestine milliner hidden in a Los Angeles garage. [GQ]

Mr. Roboto: There’s a man in China building an army of robots hell-bent on taking over the world... of making noodles. [The Atlantic]

Word Up: Cool Hunting catches up with Chris Bastin to talk about his food-inspired fall line and his polarizing use of the word “unkempt.” [Cool Hunting]

Fine Scotch: The secret to finding the ultimate cashmere cable-knit sweaters. [Die, Workwear]

Brittany Ishibashi Is Keeping the Dream Alive

  • Najib Benouar

Rise and Shine: The clever gents at Esquire have come up with a new interview series entitled “Wake Up Next To...” starring the likes of Erin Wasson, Grace Potter and Ms. Ishibashi. [Esquire]

In Country: The latest episode of Put This On takes us to the heart of dandy-ism: London. [PTO]

Pitti Party: Gentlemen, it has begun. The weeklong fever dream of double-breasteds, pocket squares and uncanny peacocking that is Pitti Uomo is here. And GQ has the first set of pics from Tommy Ton. [GQ]

Great News: A burrito-constructing robot is in the works. Start saving now. [NOTCOT]

A Gentleman’s Guide to Buying Drones

You’ve seen the videos. You’ve heard the news. We’ve finally mastered the art of the phone-sized flying robot, and they’re doing everything from dancing to playing the James Bond theme. Naturally, you’ve got one question and one question alone: how do I get my hands on one?

The bad news is, the copters in question come from a university lab in Philadelphia, and they aren’t exactly in the retail business. But after a little digging, we’ve found a few ways to buy the next best thing.

See the video after the jump...and find out how to get your hands on one»

Scarlett Davis Loves Her Bedspread

Glory Days: The tumultuous life of Mickey Mantle, as told by LIFE. [LIFE]

Northwestern Promises: Blackbird’s new stock of Creep is looking pretty good. [Blackbird]

The Fur Goes on the Outside: The Fug Girls runs down a brief, illustrated history of man fur. Attempt it at your own risk. [Vulture]

The Machines Have Won: We are now living in a world with flying, juggling robot helicopters. Adjust your lives accordingly. [Fast Company]

The Future of Fit


As tempted as we are by the vast wealth of style goodies available online, there’s a serious problem with buying things online: You never know how something’s going to look until you try it on.

That golden rule has led many gentlemen of style to swear off eCommerce entirely, but there’s help on the way.

More specifically, there are Estonian robots on the way.

The device in question comes from the Estonian firm, which just talked its way into $1.7 million of seed funding with the promise of an eCommerce fitting room.

Here’s how it works: Instead of relying on simple sizing, you’ll input a tailor’s slate of measurements—including oft-overlooked numbers like neck circumference and the distance from the wrist to the back of the neck—and will adjust the mannequin accordingly.

So when you want to see that polo on a torso shaped exactly like yours, the eCommerce will have the perfect picture at the ready. (The curious can try it out on the site.) It hasn’t landed at any shops just yet, but we’d guess it’s only a matter of time.

Jutta is Doffing Her Cap

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger: The world’s first robotic dance crew is serving fools like nobody’s business. We’re just sorry MJ didn’t live to see it. [Gizmodo]

Half Off: Bill Gates and Warren Buffett pledge to give away half their fortunes to worthy causes—presumably including grants to men’s style bloggers. [VF Daily]

The Silver Bullet: At 62, Helen Mirren is still not afraid to choke a bitch. [NYMag]

It’s Hard Out There for a Chimp: Primate warfare is no joke. Someone should make a concept metal album about this. [NYTimes]

Dorothea Jorgensen is Unbrushed

Roll Another Number for the Road: Will Leitch drops some remarkably unsentimental thoughts about fathers, hometowns, and drinking while driving. [Good Men Project]

Tie One On: Bruce Pask finally comes around on the neckerchief. Our work here is done. [The Moment]

The Hustler: The world called out for a pool-playing robot. Finally, their prayers have been answered. [Gizmodo]

The Internet is Terrible: B. J. Novak riffs on the internet at the Webbies. /b/ is going to have something to say about this… [Gawker]

Gemma Arterton Wears High Heels to Bed


Merry, Olde: Gemma Arterton is having quite a moment, particularly among the Britons. [GQ UK]

Night at the Museum: One video can now take you through every painting in the Museum of Modern Art in two minutes. And to think I almost walked there. [Josh Spear]

Grow a Beard, Young Man: Facial hair now makes you more trustworthy. Is there anything it can’t do? [GOOD]

A Singular Experience: The robot invasion has begun, through an oversized Mousetrap game. [Bits]

The Man-Machine


It’s an ironclad law: You can never have too many robots.

This creaky fellow comes from the workshop of one Gordon Bennett, inspired by a large heap of recycled metal work and an unhealthy preoccupation with 50s sci-fi. He might look familiar from a Paul Smith window display or two (apparently they’ve got a hidden sartorial flair), but now that they’re out of residency, you can actually walk away with one of them.

No word yet on whether they’ll do your bidding, but we have to assume the answer is yes.

Sing Along


There are plenty of robots around these days but—if this guy is any judge—they don’t quite have the musical gist.

Which is why we’re partial to this Tengu Black. Sure, you don’t need a tiny USB device mouthing the words to whatever songs you’re playing—or, if you’re tech-savvy enough, your voicemail messages—but it’s a good sort of thing to have around.

As of this week, you can pick one up in sleek black instead of Apple-ready monolith white, which makes us even more intrigued, but it doesn’t quite answer the question…who buys these things?

Claire Danes is a September Girl


Top of the World: Claire Danes is the cover girl for BlackBook’s monstrous September issue. [SwipeLife]

Radio, Radio: comes to HD radio, aimed at the lucrative market of people who have HD radios but not computers. [Epicenter]

Robot Apologists: Gizmodo lists eight of their favorite robots dedicated to menial jobs. This will earn them no favors when the revolution comes. [Gizmodo]

We’re Going to Go Listen to the Phonograph: Apparently there’s something called the VMAs happening this Sunday? On some kind of musical television? [Vulture]

The Man Machine


Modeling has progressed a lot in the past few decades but—unbelievable as it may sometimes be—models are still just flesh and blood.

Except for this one.

This winsome young android is Japan’s answer to America’s endless supply of cheesecake: a semi-lifelike real doll, capable of touring a runway, shuddering rhythmically, and lifting up to five tons.

Something tells us Heidi is not exactly shaking in her boots.

See a video of the android in action»

Expat Kanye and Honda’s Enormous Robot


Going East: Kanye starts lobbying for a spot at French Vogue. We hear French Playboy has a few spots too…[Men.Style]

Ad Rock: None of the most irritating tv ads of the year come close to HeadOn. [Gawker]

No Quarter: Barneys clears the 75% mark on holiday markdowns. Watch your head. [Racked]

The Rise of the Machines: Honda unleashes a 50-foot robot to rampage/parade down Pasadena’s main drag. [Mediabistro]

The Fembots


Robots have been male by default since the 50s, but the female robot has been around for almost as long, whether as a mechanical temptresses or a cold automaton—or usually both.

Apparently the folks at popular science are as intrigued as we are. They recently counted down thirteen real and fictional fembots, and it led to some interesting conclusions. First of all, the best we can do still looks eerily like a mobile mannequin, which is pretty shameful—unless that’s your thing.

And more importantly, that Svedka robot really was that creepy.