Ah, we can feel the love in the air. And the heat. ’Tis the season.
Summer wedding season, that is. Which means you’ve probably got a few RSVPs to attend to, stat. Next order of business: what to wear. It’s a tricky situation, balancing the unrelenting summer heat with the level of decorum required of a wedding. But that’s why we’re here to help, with:
The latest from Beach Week, our effort to send you to the shore in style this summer.
We would be remiss to spend an entire week talking about the beach without addressing the uncomfortable subject of sandals—especially now that the more leathery end of the spectrum has begun creeping into menswear.
The sandal has long plagued man with questions regarding decorum, stylishness and indecent foot exposure. Luckily we’re here to guide you on your quest to enlightenment with:
The public apology has become one of our era’s defining phenomena.
It’s usually the same routine: a press conference or talk show appearance is scheduled, there are a few choked-back tears, perhaps beside a dewy-eyed supporting cast, and finally an avowal to right their wrongs. But the one thing that’s not always the same is how the transgressor has dressed for the occasion.
Bow ties. The hotly disputed, professorial older brothers to the standard necktie, they are currently making an unprecedented return to the forefront of dapperness.
And you want in.
But understandably, you’re worried that you might end up coming off more Colonel Sanders than Fred Astaire. While this is a valid concern, it’s also easily avoidable; all you need is a little direction. And that’s where we come in, with a few carved-in-stone guidelines for making the jump from four-in-hand minor deity to neckwear god.
In light of recent shorts-related controversy here at Kempt HQ, some of us have been pondering the great gender-based injustice of summertime wardrobe options. While a man risks ridicule (and even threats against job stability) if he chooses to wear shorts to the office, a woman is allowed—encouraged, perhaps—to wear a skirt. The more sartorially adventurous gentleman may begin to consider a similar alternative to shorts... but please, before you make any moves we’ll all regret, consider our advice.
When the British Open tees off tomorrow, a few things are almost guaranteed:
—The wind will blow. —Phil Mickelson will not win. —Mike Tirico will wax rhapsodic about the Claret Jug. —Someone will be called for a ridiculous, and probably unjust, penalty. He may even call such penalty on himself.
To even the most hardscrabble gentleman of style, online shopping can be unsettling—like rowing in a vast ocean filled with “slim-fit" shirts, cryptic neck-to-sleeve ratios and hard-to-translate European conversions that might end up hanging like burlap sacks from your shoulders.
But we’re here to tell you that with a little preparation and study, there’s no reason to be scared of filling your cart with all that Italian linen and Scottish tweed that’s been tempting you from afar for so long.
In these tumultuous times, we’ve decided to revisit the rules of the past—to see if they’re really dead, and if so, if any are worth reviving. To kick it off, Kempt etiquette-tician and really polite soup-eater Gabby Kruschewsky looks at the rules of chivalry.
To start the assignment, I headed to the public library (libraries: also still real), where I came across a dusty tome, Esquire’s Guide to Modern Etiquette, published in 1969.