Yesterday, the affable French actor Gérard Depardieu donned a traditional Russian folk tunic and an even goofier grin, and officially became a Russian citizen. (He then grabbed dinner with Vladimir Putin—we hope Gérard offered to cover the bill.)
If you hadn’t been following Depardieu-gate, it was an incredibly European affair involving tax evasion, a country scorned and the Frenchman with a nose only a country like France could love. Basically, the millionaire was tired of paying taxes in France and so renounced his citizenship and moved to a small town in Russia called Saransk. (We hear it’s lovely this time of year.)
It’s a bold move for a man decorated and beloved by the French public—and, for a time, America. He once commanded such a high international celebrity that he was able to make a movie in France whose plot centered around a torridly inappropriate father-daughter relationship—and then to turn around and make the same exact movie in English and to similarly great success in the US three years later. (Coincidentally, launching the career of a 14-year-old up-and-comer by the name of Katherine Heigl.) It’s the stuff Kempt Icons are made of. Sadly, fleeing the country that made you rich to avoid paying your fair share of taxes is not.
Vladimir Putin was reelected president of Russia on Sunday by a wide (though suspect) margin. As the Moscow Times reports, though, he never really left in the first place. And if he wins the next election, he will have been in charge of Russia for over 20 years—longer than Stalin. Other stories to assist in your Monday morning reentry...
It's been a busy few days, so you might have been distracted from some of the recent news—like the newly discovered spy software in your phone, the Russian elections and the enormous WWII-era bomb being dug out of a river in Germany. Luckily, we're here to catch you up...
The Real Old Spice Guy: Although we disagree on many issues, it’s hard to fault Vladimir Putin’s action-hero credentials. For instance, here’s a photoset of him bending a frying pan with his hands, hunting a whale with a crossbow and staring into the eyes of a snow leopard. [The Atlantic]
All Black Everything: The comprehensive architect’s dress code. Madras is right out. [Arch Daily]
Green and Brown: A roundup of the best in fall/winter 2011, and what you can learn from it. [The Midwest Style]
Let Us Now Praise Ladytron: It’s shaping up to be a good week for indie rock. Here’s five reasons why. [NYMag]
The Great Pants War: Two competing revolutionaries, Bonobos and Cordarounds, square off against the "Soviet Bloc" of vertical corduroy with the introduction a horizontal variation on the classic fabric. Watch out for the crossfire. [VanityFair.com]
The Long Haul: Back off you vultures. Giorgio Armani ain't going nowhere. [WWD, 2nd item]
Russian Male-Order Bride:Iron-fisted autocrat beloved legally elected Federation President Vladimir Putin tries his best to emulate Nicolas Sarkozy's recent marital success. Fails. [Gawker]
Wigging Out: Unofficial Kempt mascot Rachel Bilson plays blonde for a day. [Egotastic]
Loop de Loop: Harajuku t-shirt maker does it oldschool. [PSFK]
More Celebrity Stink: James Franco, who we actually like, will be the face for Gucci's latest scent. [Luxist]
Boob Tube: Because he hasn't reached complete market saturation, Tommy Hilfiger will soon have his own TV channel. [DNRNews]
When we last checked in with Blue Iris, the tint had just been named Pantone’s Color of the Year. Capturing 2007’s peaceful, contemplative side, Blue Iris was going places, we just had no idea how many places.
Seen here modeling Thom Browne’s latest collection, Blue Iris has kept busy during his tenure as Color of the Year. Here’s a few of the places we’ve spotted the season’s hippest hue: