Restaurateur, philanthropist, master of the skeptical scowl: Bobby De Niro’s passions go well beyond the silver screen.
But with the first reels of this year’s installment of the Tribeca Film Festival rolling tomorrow night—an event that owes the esteemed actor no small debt of gratitude—we’ve found ourselves considering his more theatrical endeavors. And, of course, the sartorial stylings that have gone with them.
It’s film festival season in Tribeca, and premiering today is this year’s rock-star-designer-bio-doc, Ultrasuede: In Search of Halston, which reminded us of the dapper poster boy for a lost era of glamorous decadence when activities currently regarded as “vices” used to be known as “hobbies.” You know, holding court nightly at Studio 54, mastering the art of juggling a rocks glass and cigarette with one hand, always travelling with a bevy of beauties (whether he had any personal use for them or not). The stuff today’s rock-star-anything is usually too health-conscious to dare. We can't help but admire the man's gusto.
When it first came out in 1973, Lou Reed's tragic rock opera *Berlin*disappointed fans who'd been expecting an upbeat follow-up to his glam opus *Transformer*. Left to gather dust, it took twenty years for critical opinion to come around and finally dub it a masterwork.
A few months ago we appealed to *Vanity Fair* editor Graydon Carter—in an avuncular fashion—to discard the double-breasted suits which added an unflattering layer to his majestic midsection; the wrong kind of camouflage, if you will.
At Marquee these days where he mans the velvet rope he's known simply as the “The Hammer,” but anyone who's frequented NYC hotspots for the past decade recognizes Wass Stevens as one of the most provocatively-dressed dudes wherever he happens to be. An actor by day with a burgeoning CV, the former boxer and assistant district attorney favors the custom creations of Ron & Ron, which combine “class with a hint of rogue”, mixed in with select A-list label pieces.