The third and final Fey-Poehler-helmed Golden Globes ran like a well-oiled machine last night.
Which allowed us to focus on what was really important: the tuxedos.
And from the looks of last night’s proceedings, it would seem the state of black tie on the red carpet is as strong as ever (and that Hollywood has reached peak beard). With the competition stiffening with each new awards season, the stakes were higher than ever...
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A little something called the Emmys happened last night.
Sure, there were some upsets on the podium, but we were more interested in who won the red carpet. And we must say, the competition was strong (while last night’s mantra seemed to be “this golden age of television,” the past few awards seasons suggest we’ve reentered a “golden age of red carpet black tie” as well).
It was mostly a black and midnight blue affair, but there were a few departures we could get behind—most notably, Jon Hamm’s ivory peak lapels and even Neil Patrick Harris’ deep wine-hued number. Naturally, we’ve rounded up the most dapper of the lot:
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing a three-time MOTH and all-time Venice Film Festival legend in the making...
George Clooney, please take a bow.
Yes, we’ve already extolled the many virtues of a tuxedoed Cloons, but there’s something magical that happens when the fantastic silver fox lands in Venice. (We’d chalk it up to all those summers spent on Lake Como.) This week he was in town to open the festival with his sci-fi thriller, Gravity, and has already been spotted piloting one of those glamorous wooden speedboats in a T-shirt, waltzing into press shoots with open-collared nonchalance and finishing the night with his signature red-carpet-dominating notch-lapel tux. It’s swagger in its unabbreviated, originally intended form, and we wouldn’t mind seeing a few more encores.
But with the warmer, more carefree summer party circuit on the horizon—weddings, society croquet galas, et cetera—you’ve got permission to lighten things up a bit. That means cotton instead of silk, linen instead of cotton and, for the love of all things holy above 90 degrees, not a stitch of velvet in sight. So we’ve rounded up a few lightweight substitutions for your tuxedo routine that will keep you just as dapper through the hotter months to come. No sweat.
Because friends don’t let friends look disheveled in black tie. (This snap comes from last night’s Time 100 Gala, when the magazine honored their picks for most influential people of the year.) The approving gaze of Justin Timberlake says it all.