Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Waris Ahluwalia is much more than just the cool Indian guy in the Wes Anderson movies; he’s also a jewelry designer and one of the best-dressed men in town, though people tend to focus on the turban and not his threads.

The other night a Purple magazine Fashion Week party at Paul Sevigny’s crypto-swank Beatrice Inn, his favorite haunt, Waris bowled us over in a bespoke brown, green and burgundy flecked herringbone wool tweed suit with a forest green wool waistcoat and a crimson knitted wool tie: a perfectly balanced and seasonal palette that’s as warming to look upon as it must be to wear.

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Part of the genius of the internet is that almost any idea can find a home there, even ideas that seem best suited to stand-up routines and Wes Anderson movies.

For instance, The Toaster Museum.

When we first heard about this, we were understandably skeptical, but the overall effect is something like stumbling into the garage of an obsessed collector. The model above is from Munich circa the 1920s but others include the first stripped-down General Electric models or the obscenely flowery items marketed to 50s-era housewives. The high ticket models can go for up to six grand on eBay, so we hope there’s an alarm system.

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A table is a fairly simple object—often just a board with legs—so it’s nice when the parts have a story to them. This Darjeeling Table from CB2 takes the current yen for reclaimed wood a few steps farther, sourcing its saal wood from Indian railroad cars. (Yes, Mr. Anderson, the same as in the movie.)

Combining vintage materials with modern construction is a good idea, and only a few pull it off this well. Here’s hoping they don’t run out of railroad cars.

Via Better Living Through Design

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We’ve always been reasonably amused by Sean Lennon. We can’t recall actually listening to any of his music, but he managed to avoid being too overtly annoying in a way that would be all too easy for one of his parentage. And hey, having Yoko for a mom is no picnic. If anything, old Sean has erred on the side of boring, but once in a while he trots out a new female friend to spice things up a bit.

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Pajama-inspired lines are just starting to blossom into trendiness, but it’s always nice to see one take things in a different direction.

American Viceroy is a new line with the sleepwear-inspired tagline “Made for Daydreaming.” It’s hard to come up with a better slogan for daytime pajamas, but they’re more interested in Wes Anderson-style youth culture than Schnabel-esque scene-making. The references are all pitch-perfect—J. D. Salinger, Cat Stevens, Pavement—and it doesn’t hurt that they’re drawing on real tailoring prowess for the deceptively simple outfits. One caption proclaims, “we got in fist-fights to make sure that shirttail was right.”

Don’t worry, boys. It shows.

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Wes Anderson can usually be counted on for a pretty impeccable sense of filmic style, but dressing melancholic sea captains is one thing, and dressing stop-motion foxes is quite another. Fortunately, he seems to be up to the task.

His latest, Fantastic Mr. Fox, hits theaters tomorrow, and in honor of today’s national holiday, it’s only fitting that we point out the title character’s impeccable corduroy suit. As far as we’re concerned, it’s the real star of the movie. Granted, the fit could be a little bit better—that can happen when the garment in question splits at the back—but it might be the perfect sartorial choice for the movie’s offbeat style.

And since the suit’s only a few inches tall, it means the mini-costume designer tracked down some truly tiny wales. Well played, Wes.

We’d rank Fantastic Mr. Fox as easily the best-dressed film of the year, but it looks like the academy is going to let this one slide. Unfortunately for the corduroy lovers of the world, Wes Anderson handled all the designs himself, so there’s no official costume designer for the movie and an Oscar nod is off the table. It’s the first time we’ve seen them penalize a director for being an auteur, but there’s always next time. Maybe he can nab a special achievement in back-split suits?