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On the Question of the President’s Shoes...

  • Najib Benouar

We’ve been keeping a close eye on the president’s shoes ever since we heard he’d decided against going full-Americana during his last inauguration. He’s long been a Hart Schaffner Marx man in the suits department, and his overcoat and scarf were Brooks Brothers, but for some reason he stopped short at the shoes—electing for a pair of probaby-not-made-in-the-USA Cole Haans and creating a small scandal among sartorially inclined patriots.

In so doing, he broke with tradition: ever since the Reagan era, every president has taken the oath of office in a pair of Wisconsin-made Allen Edmonds—until Obama snubbed them in 2009. And early reports from this morning’s festivities indicate he’s forgone them again. There’s still a chance he slips into a pair for the inaugural ball—you know what they say about Wisconsinites and their dancing shoes—but it’s still an interesting choice to note.

Luckily, he’s still got four more years to get it right.

A few more shots from the inauguration, after the jump.»

A “Boy-Eat-Dog” World

In addition to crooning love-makin’ ditties, the president of the United States demonstrated over the weekend that he can deliver a joke—even if that joke refers to him eating dogs. Yes, we know it’s super cool for journalists who weren’t invited to condemn the White House Correspondents’ Dinner these days, but we’re still fans. After all, in what other setting can you catch the leader of the free world attempting, and failing, to wink.

Watch the clip...»

A Gentleman’s Guide to Spectacular Public Failure

Donald Verrilli is having a bad week.

He’s the US Solicitor General, currently arguing for the constitutionality of Obamacare in front of the Supreme Court—and as of 24 hours ago, he was an easy favorite. Then came what some writers are calling “one of the most spectacular flameouts in the history of the court.” He stuttered, he rambled, he lost his voice, and by the end of the day, he had gone from an unknown technocrat to the most notoriously incompetent lawyer this side of Lionel Hutz.

But we’re not here to pile on. We’re here to offer some consolation to Mr. Verrilli himself. Don, if you’re reading, it’s okay. Do you need a hug? You do. Take a breath. Try to collect yourself. And for the next five minutes, forget about the crushing media scrutiny and listen to our words of wisdom.

You’ve just had a unique and transcendent experience, Donald Verrilli»

Kempt Man of the Hour: John Legend

John Legend

How’s this for a coincidence: the best dressed gentleman of the White House Correspondents’ Dinner just happened to be showing up with a swimsuit model on his arm (specifically, Chrissy Teigen). Funny how that works out…

The gentleman in question is John Legend, wearing a satin-tipped midnight blue tux and a white bowtie, and leaving the rest of the gentlemen in the dust. It’s a reminder of the power of midnight blue when everyone else is in a straight black penguin suit.

And that having the right date is half the battle.